YoshiSkittlez

Once Upon a Time [High-Casual/Advanced]

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The Enchanted Forest: Prologue

~IN PROGRESS~

It is a world where Snow White, Prince Charming, The Evil Queen, Rumplestiltskin, Belle, Captain Hook, Mulan, Robin Hood, Ariel, Peter Pan, The Wicked Witch and so many more, live and engage in the ongoing battle of good versus evil. It is a vast area, spanning over leagues and leagues of forests, oceans, mountains, plains, deserts and an abundance of Kingdoms ruling over each land. However, a single Queen rules above all else in a tyrannical horror where evil has never looked so good.

Having first taken over the Kingdom ruling over The Enchanted Forest, Regina, step-mother to Snow White, has spread her evil across all Kingdoms in her thirst for vengeance upon Snow for destroying her life. No matter what the Kingdom, none are safe from the crossfire of Regina's blood war that started the very day Regina had King Leopold, her own husband, killed.

Enchanted Forest Kingdoms

The other Kingdoms divided apart from The Enchanted Forest where Queen Regina rules are:

King Midas and Princess Abigail
- Of Phrygia -
A kingdom known for it's bountiful gold and riches, given easily by the curse of King Midas' hand who, when he touches anything, turns to gold. There is bad blood between Midas and Prince James since Prince James did not take Midas' daughter as his wife.

Queen Elsa and Princess Anna
- Of Arendelle -
Once a land cursed with a forever winter, now a lush, green land with an open-door policy to those living in the nearby villages. Queen Elsa is a very fair ruler and is working on opening her heart to others around her to become an even better leader.

Prince Eric and Princess Ariel
- A combined ruling between Atlantica and Capbreton -
A Kingdom ruling off of the sea that, by association, Ariel rules over given her mermaid heritage. The two Kingdoms prosper well together and have no quarrel with any of the other Kingdoms.

Prince Thomas and Princess Cinderella
- Of Charente Maritime -
Given the closeness between this Kingdom and Capbreton and Atlantica, the three Kingdoms have an unspoken alliance with one another and are able to trade goods with one another very quickly and easily without much bandits on the road to worry about.

King Phillip and Queen Aurora
- Of The Moors -
Rid of the threat of Maleficent, Queen Aurora makes it her ultimate goal to have magical creatures and humans live together in peace and harmony. For the most part, this works and King Phillip has proven to be a righteous King.

King George
- Of Offal Court -
King George aspired to have his adopted son, James marry with King Midas' daughter Abigail in order to unite the Kingdoms so Offal Court would no longer struggle through poverty. However, Prince James died and King George was forced to take on James' twin brother, David, who had to pretend that he was Prince James in order for the wedding to take place. However, Prince David (James) met Snow White and instead fell for her, putting bad blood between the Kingdoms of The Offal Court and Phyrgia. King George will stop at nothing to gain riches for his poor Kingdom and thus has become a corrupt King.

King Maurice and Princess Belle
- Of Avonlea -
King Maurice wasn't always a King, but a lowly merchant who struggled to make ends meet for himself and very small family. However, when he lost his parents and older brother to illness that could have been prevented if they had enough money, Maurice, out of sheer desperation, called to The Dark One to change his fate. A deal was made and the Kingdom of Avolea was created, a small spot of land between King George and King Midas' Kingdoms that had (conveniently) gone unnoticed by the two Kings for any claim. Since then, Maurice was able to start a (royal) family of his own, consisting of a wife and a daughter but the wife, as of late, has passed on, leaving Maurice only his daughter, Belle.

People of Power

Rumplestiltskin, The Dark One

Although he isn't from royalty, everyone within The Enchanted Forest (as well as other realms) knows this man. Undoubtedly the most powerful being in all the realms, Rumplestiltskin possesses enough magic to do just about anything, his only limits ever being able to cross to realms without magic and time travel.

He is notorious for making deals with people who come to him for help, always asking for a high price in return when most of the time, what he asks for in return means nothing to him, but the world to those he takes it from. He lives on other people's suffering, which makes him an incredibly dangerous man to bargain with. But when you are at your last chance, what wouldn't you do to get what it is that you desire?

Evil Queen Regina

Regina grew up with a very cruel mother, Cora, who made a point to never allow Regina to follow her heart. Regina wanted nothing of her nobility, caring only for the stable boy Daniel who Cora would not approve of in the least. Instead (by means of careful planning and precision), Cora landed Regina to be the new Queen of The Enchanted Forest by getting King Leopold to ask for her hand in marriage after Regina saved a very young Snow White from getting killed by a wild horse.

Regina tried to run away with Daniel, not wanting this life for herself but because of Snow, her secret was revealed to Cora and Cora did away with Daniel permanently, forcing Regina to comply with her mother's wishes and became the new Queen.

Feeling utterly helpless and trapped, Regina called out to Rumplestiltskin to help her with her mother, and became his apprentice. Rumplestiltskin gradually shaped Regina into the cold, cruel woman The Enchanted Forest now knows her as; a powerful force to be reckoned with, driven by blood lust at getting her revenge on Snow White for ruining her life.

By going after Snow's weakness, Prince James, Regina was able to convince Snow to bite into a poisoned apple, dooming Snow to an eternal sleep. However, her paranoia of True Loves Kiss remains at the front of her mind and it has been rumored that Regina has been working on a curse to end all curses, a guarantee that Snow White will not be saved.

Snow White

Snow White has the purest heart of anyone in The Enchanted Forest and absolutely adored by everyone in the Kingdom; wanting only love and good things in her life, however when she stumbled upon a secret that her soon-to-be-mother did not love her father, and loved someone else, she spilled her worries to Regina's mother Cora, unknowing of the consequences until Snow was a grown woman.

After Regina had been her step-mother for a number of years, Snow's father suddenly died, and Regina cast Snow out into the woods, sending out a Huntsman to bring back her heart. The villagers kept Snow safe when she needed their help, not believing a word The Evil Queen said about her in order to get them to turn Snow over.

Snow spent the next year in hiding, wanting to just get away and leave Regina be until she met Charming. Prince James, as he was truly named, and the two fell madly in love, and by the power of love, they knew that they would be able to overtake Regina and get Snow's castle back... if only just temporarily.

Since then, Regina had kidnapped Prince James and forced Snow White to take a bite out of a poisoned apple for James' life, dooming Snow to an eternal sleep.

The Blue Fairy

Also known as Reul Ghorm or simply just called Blue, The Blue Fairy is the supreme fairy of The Enchanted Forest and uses her magic to help those of the purest hearts to achieve what they desire, more often than not a wish that is wanted to help others and rarely themselves. It is said that all you need to do is find the second star to the right and call out to her, and if your heart is true, she will appear to help you.

Other Realms

There are, of course, other lands aside from the one The Enchanted Forest lays and our world. Notably two others in which our characters know of and might have even visited a time or two. These lands are not connected to The Enchanted Forest or our world, and the only way to leave one realm to visit another must be done by magic by means of a portal, a magic bean, The Mad Hatter's Hat, and even a terrible curse.

Wonderland
Home to The Cheshire Cat, Alice, The Mad Hatter, The Caterpillar, The Queen of Hearts and so many, many others. This is a world in which common sense is thrown out the window and nonsense becomes the common knowledge. It takes a lot of patience for a newcomer to withstand the gibberish of the natives, and not very many people want to even go to Wonderland for this exact reason. Not to mention the Queen of Hearts has a thing with cutting off anyone's head that doesn't do as she wishes.

Agrabah
A culturally diverse Kingdom tucked away behind the mountains and the forests in a desolate land covered in sand as far as the eye can see. Trade with Agribah is very precious but almost near impossible because of the long trek and bandits are plentiful on the outskirts of the deserts. It is located in the same realm as Wonderland and is ruled by a corrupt leader by the name of Jafar.

Neverland
Merely a rumor and less fact. It comes with the idea that whenever children go missing or run away, it is because a man named Peter Pan comes to collect them and takes them to Neverland where they never have to grow old and can be free to do as they please. Of course this sounds like a true paradise for children, more than likely every little boy has wondered what it would be like to be a lost boy, but one fact remains; those who go to Neverland, never come back.

Oz
Perhaps considered one of the stranger realms, Oz is a land mostly contrived of rumor and conjecture, with few holding the privilege of going there and back. Oz is a world of mystery and magic, with stories of an omnipotent Wizard who rules from a city built entirely of emerald; a Tin Man who roams the dense, uncharted forests; vicious flying monkeys; and a powerful Wicked Witch who oppresses many of the villages.

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Enrollment Status

I am currently looking for a handful of players to join in on this reboot. As far as requirements go, I'd prefer people who are willing to stick around (this roleplay is over three years old), can write on a high-casual/advanced level, are active players (this roleplay moves very quickly and we use Googledocs/Skype to collaborate posts quite often for lengthier, quicker posts), and have at least seen the first season of the show. If you think you can live up to these standards, then feel free to post your interest here. If I have not seen you around before, please be prepared with a writing sample that may be asked of you.

Characters Currently Taken for the Prologue

Rumplestiltskin
Regina (The Evil Queen)
Belle French
Kaeden Liddell (Joker | Knave of Hearts)
Elizabeth Madden (Lizard | Puss in Boots | Jack)
Nick Chopper (Tin Man)
The Huntsman
Anna
Ruby/Red riding hood
Cinderella
Mulan
Tweedle Dum

Characters Dead or Presumed to be Dead

Snow White
Alice Lidell
Jefferson Madden
Grace Madden

What I'm looking for in a CS

Here is my CS I am using for Rumplestiltskin - please use this format and try to be as detailed as you can.

Rumplestiltskin

Rumplestiltskin - The Dark One

Name:
Rumplestiltskin, "The Dark One"

Appearance:


Age:
Unknown, seems to have been around forever (at least 300 years old)



Affiliation:
Neutral Evil



Status and Job:
The Dark One – Dark Sorcerer | Deal-making



Magic Capabilities:
There is very little that Rumplestiltskin can’t do, however he is unable to traveling in time. Being the best person to understand that magic always comes with a price, he has learned long ago the rules and restrictions of the art of magic. Whether it comes to spell casting, enchanting, cursing, or even potion making, he has done it all - his supply closet constantly full and always seeming to have just what he needs when striking a deal. There isn’t anything he can’t or won’t do to remain superior against other magic users.



Weapons:
Rumplestiltskin mainly uses his magic and sharp mind as a weapon, however he is known to use items such as daggers, swords and a bow and arrow from time to time and can be quite deadly with them.



Strengths:
Rumplestiltskin has the ability to outright make you squirm. He knows how to pull all the right strings to make his puppets dance; and since what he has to offer is always so much greater than what others have to offer him, he can keep the puppet show going on for years at a time. His patience is outmatched by no one, able to sit on a plan for centuries at a time before striking when it benefits him most. He's a phenomenal negotiator, always making sure that he comes out on top in some way, even if it's just the simple notion of taking something useless to him while downright precious to someone else. He also has an uncanny way of telling when he is being lied to, and often-times calls the liar out on it unless he can spin the lie to his advantage in some way.

His knowledge on most all things is unmatched by anyone he has ever come across in his lifetime, his use of magic and power seemingly unlimited of which he as the utmost control over. He is incredibly feared by most (if not all) people in some way, shape or form - notorious for his villainous acts which give him quite the reputation - most of which is the truth to some extent or maybe even worse.



Weaknesses:
Rumor has it that there is a magical artifact that can kill The Dark One. Rumplestiltskin is what a lot of people in The Enchanted Forest (and any other Kingdom or even realms) would call "unfriendly." He hasn't a true friend to his name despite what people might say about his relationship with The Evil Queen, and with that he is oftentimes seen alone when not making deals with people. He can oftentimes be very head-strong and come off as aggressive and intimidating, making him hard to approach. He also has a vulnerable soft spot in his heart for Belle, a woman who believes to be in love with him, and he with her, but his cowardice continues to push her away any time they become close. He is very quick to anger, having a very short temper, especially when someone brings up his past or his long lost son.

relationships

Rumplestiltskin seems to know of just about everyone just about everywhere across all realms - whether or not they know or are aware of him is another story. People from all corners of the world come to him for help or he goes to them when he knows a desperate soul needs his help without them even knowing they need it. Unfortunately, not very many people can say that they have gotten the better end of one of his deals.

Characters Coming

Brief Bio:
Very little is known about Rumplestiltskin himself, as the rumors about him seem to confuse the truth with each passing year. Even those that consider themselves close to the man don't know much of his past, nor do they particularly care as long as he gives them what they want.

Rumplestiltskin is a haunted man. Over three hundred years ago, he was an ordinary man. A poor spinner working hard to provide simply for his wife, Milah. He got his chance, however, when he was called to the front to fight in the Ogres War. However when faced with the harsh reality that he could die, and after being told by a Seer that he was to be a father, Rumplestiltskin injured himself so that he could go home. What he wants others to believe is that moment came from not wanting to leave a child fatherless, but deep down, Rumplestiltskin knows that it came from his own cowardice of not wanting to die - child or no.

When returning home, injured and branded a coward, Milah strayed from his side. Though still married to him, she indulged in other men until she met a pirate she was more than content with leaving Rumplestiltskin and eventually did - leaving Rumplestiltskin a single father. Determined more now than ever to protect his son, Rumplestiltskin had himself and Baelfire flee their home to avoid his son being drafted into the Ogres War. However he was stopped by the army, and forced to turn back. Though on his way back, Rumplestiltskin came across a hooded figure, promising him more power than he could ever imagine. All he had to do was kill him.

Rumplestiltskin was tricked into a curse, taking on the centuries-old role of The Dark One. Overnight, Rumplestiltskin became the most feared man in all the realms, being able to not only save his son, but ending the Ogres War and making himself and his son live in comfort. Baelfire, however, did not take very well to his father's transformation and wanted desperately for his father to rid himself of the curse. However, not able to, Baelfire called upon the Blue Fairy and she in turn gave him a magic bean that would take Baelfire and Rumplestiltskin to a land without magic where the curse could not follow him.

Terrified of losing his power, Rumplestiltskin let go of Baelfire at the last moment, abandoning his son to be sent through the portal to the land without magic on his own. The very second the portal closed, Rumplestiltskin regretted his decision, and has spent every day since planning on how to get himself there.

@Vicier@Caits@Tsubasa

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Corann Creed - Present Day - Tahoe Mountains

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Madison was gone - fled with wherever the wind would take her. It was clear to Corann that the girl had no idea what she was doing or where she was going. She had one simple plan. Escape. Layla had struck a cord of fear into her that he wasn't even sure he would be able to help dissolve. It was entirely possible that for the first time since being tasked to look after someone, he would fail before he even truly began.

Boris stared down the spot where he had last seen Madison before she disappeared down the mountain. Hefting himself up and onto his feet, the little nub of a tail attempted to wag, though in the dog's confusion was unable to keep it wagging and instead kept starting and stopping. A low, sad whine came from him, his head cocking to the side before looking over his massive shoulder at Corann, question clear in his dark brown eyes.

"I'll have no more interference from you, Witch. Leave us - and return to your quiet isolation." Corann didn't even so much as give Layla a second glance before he started walking away from her. Boris jumped to attention, able to pick up that they would be going after the girl and began to head down the scented trail he could easily follow right to her.

The way down was not as easy as it looked. Mountains did very little by the means of "natural trails". There was only so much that Corann could do, and even less that Boris could do. But finally, after what felt like hours, they reached a leveled clearing where he could plainly see Madison, trying her hand at the protection ward that was supposedly keeping them safe, but also trapped.

Boris hurried along, barking happily as he got closer to Madison and began to playfully nudge and lick at her elbows and hands, dancing little circles around her in an effort to get attention from their time apart.

"The Witch has put up a barrier. It's her idea of keeping you safe." Corann explained to Madison, but then scoffed, clearly disagreeing with it. He jumped down the last little ledge before the flattened clearing and approached Madison, standing beside her and raised a gloved hand to the force that kept any of them from being able to leave. Though as powerful as the Witch was, the spell was a simple one. He had magic of his own, though his was stemmed more from the elements than anything else. If he was going to break the barrier without Layla's help, he had to be careful.

"I can break it... but you'll have to step back. Take Boris with you." he told her, commanding, though yet still somehow soft. He turned his head to look into her eyes directly. "I know you have questions... and what you're about to see won't help them, I'm afraid. For now. But I fully intend to answer any you might have once we're free from Layla's interference." He sighed and lowered his head. "She shouldn't have brought you here." he finished, speaking more to himself than to Madison.

Righting his head once more, Corann stared down the invisible wall his hand was pressed up against, his dark eyes narrowing in concentration as he began to pool magic into his veins. The clouds thickened and darkened, what was once a gentle, cool breeze picking up enough to start billowing around his hair and leather coat. Tiny droplets of rain began to fall from the sky and Corann closed his eyes. There was a clear pressure in his arm the way he had it held out, his fingers flexing and contracting as though he were willing for something to happen.

Lightning began to flash and thunder boomed and Corann's concentration only intensified. His face was screwed up in what almost looked like pain as he continued to battle against the magical barrier in front of him. But then, finally, as the next bolt of lightning struck down, it seemed to connect with his fingertips. There was a cracking sound, followed by shattering as billions and billions of dazzling, crystal-like shards fell to the ground all around them, only to dissolve into the Earth as soon as they hit.

Corann fell to a knee, his torso leaning over it as he tried to steady himself by dropping an arm so that his hand was flush with the Earth. His entire body was shaking which had nothing to do with the rain, his breathing labored as though he had just ran a couple miles at full sprint. A mixture of sweat and rainwater trickled down his face, though he paid neither of them any notice as he simply took those few moments to recollect himself.

The barrier had been broken. They were free.

♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

Deon Alexander

Location: The Apollo Cabin; Camp Half-Blood.
^{Interacting With: Kalinda Franklins and Arianna Watson.}

Deon couldn't remember the last time Arianna had been so excited to see him, especially after only just seeing him a few minutes ago. But the son of Ares wasn't even thinking about complaining. She rushed over to him, forgetting about her medication, and jumped up onto him, wrapping her thin, but strong legs around his middle and pressed her lips to his in a harsh kiss, not even seeming to mind the blood he could still feel trickling into his mouth.

“Nawwe, that looks nasty. Grease lightnin’ really gotchya good this time, didn’ she..? Such a shame really… to do this to such a pretty face… but how’s about you let me play doctor..? I’ll patch you up nice and good; then we can, uh…" She licked some of the blood off of his face. "..then we can have some real fun…”

Her dark chuckles and playful attention to his earlobe had goosebumps crawling over his arms and he couldn't help but to smirk back. In fact, he was so in tune to what the little demigoddess was doing that he had forgotten all about Kalinda being in the room until she spoke up, rather loudly.

"Arianna! Deon, you ass! You couldn't have waited five more minutes? Arianna, please. Please, won't you take your meds?"

Deon let out a rather amused chuckle at Kalinda's expense. He could hear the desperation in her voice, the shock of what she was seeing as Arianna was more than willing to give him anything he wanted right then and there...

"Nawwe... you don't mbean that, Kali." Deon pouted his blood-soaked lips, still keeping a firm hold on Arianna's tight body literally wrapped around him. "What'cha nbeed fibe minutes bor, anyway? Dis shit is easy." As if to prove his point, Deon let one hand slide down Arianna's waist and gave her ass a playful, though rough slap. "Get your mbeds down and I'll let you choose where we're gonna bdo this." His eyes glanced over to Kalina, his shoulders shrugging. "Always room for a third..."

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Giddeon Bergan - Present Day - Carson City High School

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She was there, and then she was gone. Giddeon didn't even have time to register Mr. Zaiger's words before he watched as Madison fled the gymnasium. Could it have had something to do with the incredibly off scent he was getting from her? Only further confusing him, Alicia had just come in, late as well, and he caught a strong whiff of a new scent on her. Really? Two newbies in that short of time? Well... he was sure it happened more often than he knew, but definitely not two of the same age group, school, and class. His eyes, full of confusion and even a slight twinge of fear, looked to Mr. Zaiger, almost asking for some kind of instruction or answer as to what was going on or what he could do. Jake, in turn, shook his head no subtly, finishing off his orange by popping the rest into his mouth and crossed his arms over his chest.

So Giddeon was to do nothing, then. Not go after Madi to see if she was okay, and not to approach Alicia to see if she was okay. Mr. Zaiger was his favorite teacher in the school by far and would do whatever he asked, but sometimes, he just didn't understand the way he ticked. It was like he didn't want Giddeon getting involved in anyone other than his own pack. Was that just his way of protecting him? From keeping his hands clean so that he could say, "I told him not to." if he ever decided to not listen and got hurt? Giddeon couldn't tell if that was just being a friend, or just being a teacher. Either way, he wasn't sure if he liked it.

"Uh... Alicia? You wanna be my co-captain?" Giddeon asked, holding out one of the blue flags for her to take should she accept being his first pick. He could feel Mr. Zaiger's eyes baring down on him, disapprovingly, but he didn't care. It was freaking P.E. class! He couldn't avoid his classmates forever! Especially if they continued to turn the rate they were.

Was... was there something going on out there? Something... bad?

Wait... was that strawberries and cream he smelled?

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Jake Zaiger - Present Day - Carson City High School

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He sensed it the moment she walked in. Alecia was a newborn, even more new than Madison, though for reasons unknown to him, Alecia was holding herself much better. It very well could have been for the fact that the full moon was just the previous night. If Alecia had been bitten after that, chances were that she didn't have to undergo the transformation. That in itself could cause for a bit more... normalcy given the otherwise strange occurrence.

His mind was lost deep in thought, only catching the corner of Giddeon's eye as the boy looked to him for instruction. Though a good opportunity for a quick lesson, now was not the time. Though he was sure that he and Giddeon shared the same concerns.

For two girls so closely related to one another to be turned at such a quick rate... either a pack was building their numbers or there was something else going on entirely. He had that feeling in his stomach - the one that told him that something bad was going to be happening very soon. The thought of running crossed his mind, but then, what good would that do to his reputation of being perhaps the only tolerated (and even liked) Vampire coexisting with Werewolves?

His attention was snapped back to the present, however, when he felt a shift in Ms. Flores. Focusing his attention on her, he watched as she seemed to have some obvious (at least to him) difficulty in even breathing, let alone keeping her class going. It was her illness - he could smell it miles away. It was getting worse, and going to take her sooner than any doctor could predict.

While the boys continued to pick their selection of classmates for their team, Jake quietly pushed himself away from the wall, casually walking towards the gym teacher to stand by her side. He bent his head forward, speaking directly into her ear as to not be overheard. At least, by any humans.

"I've got this class if you want to go and lay down for a bit."

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I'll try and post for Jake and Giddeon tomorrow. Been a bit of a day today.

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Kyran Le Rouge - Present Day - Transylvania, Romania Royal Castle

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Something had shifted. Something was wrong. It was this feeling and this feeling alone that had the middle Prince abandoning his host position in one of his more lavish parties to descend down into the castle's crypt. Kyran had lost track of just how many people he had kept down here - it had been abandoned long ago by his family; forgotten. What better hiding place to keep those he didn't currently feel like dealing with? But the feeling he had stirring in the pit of his stomach let him know that something had been tampered with. And with his family's lack of involvement in almost everything he did... who else would even dare to enter an otherwise restricted area that reeked of his scent?

He checked over the sarcophagus' and coffins carefully, absentmindedly using his fingers and barely audible mumbling to help him count the bodies, confirming that they were still there, untouched. He could feel their breath, hear their slowed heartbeats... Hell he could even practically taste their anguish in their incapacitated state.

The further he ventured into the crypt, however, the more he was able to feel the unrest. He nearly laughed out loud once he realized who's empty sarcophagus he had finally come across. It had been clearly broken into, whether in haste or anger he couldn't tell. But it was a quick, sloppy job.

Stalking closer to the empty imprisonment, Kyran ran his hand down the edges of the splintered wood, recollecting the woman he had stuffed inside until she had learned her lesson.

"Mercy-Rose..."

He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent that had been lingering there for... well he wasn't sure just how long he had kept her there. Was it twenty years? A hundred? Her scent infiltrated his senses, sending a shiver down his spine and for his grip to tighten on the shredded wood of the sarcophagus to help brace himself. Perhaps he had waited too long to wake her - that scent wasn't easily one forgotten.

But there was another scent. One that, in a way, belonged to Mercy-Rose but was altogether different. Opening his eyes, he studied the break-in job once more, taking into account everything else he knew, everything he could smell, and even everything he could sense.

"Tabitha..." Of course - it had to of been her nosy little sister come to set her free. Memories he hadn't dwelt on in years came flooding back, enticing each of his senses. "Now... where did we go from here...?" he asked himself quietly, his eyes glancing about the room for any clue as to where his future bride had headed. Their scent was still fairly fresh, though how far he could track it without it fading, he was unsure. They were just here though... if he left now...

Really, he should have just gone back upstairs and politely excused himself for the evening, but there was no time for that. Right now... it was time to go hunting. He would find Mercy-Rose. He would always find her. She wouldn't admit it yet, but she belonged with him. She belonged to him.

"Ready or not... here I come."

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I figure I'll wait for a Giddeon post before having the sour puss do something.....that is totally not touch football

@BlackPanther

I won't be posting for Jake or Giddeon until after Vicier posts for Zoe.

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Corann Creed - Present Day - Carson City High School and Tahoe Mountains

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"Which time?"

The girl's voice was soft, almost as though she didn't want him to even hear her. There was an obvious feel of stress, anxiety and even fear coming from her and really, he couldn't blame her. It hadn't been the first time he had to calmly explain to a newly transitioned Supernatural what their world was about, and who they were. But it was the first time he had helped to instruct a Werewolf-Vampire hybrid.

His thoughts were then completely interrupted. Corann could feel the walls of his mind being brought down by a force that was not his own, and try as he might he simply could not put them back up. Someone was trying to infiltrate his conscious, and the second he heard the cool and collected voice sounding in his head, he knew exactly who it was.

"Corann! I see that you're still praying on young girls outside of establishments. When did you wake up anyway?"

Corann's muscles in his jaw tightened. Turning his head just to the left a bit, he could see the Witch off a fair distance between himself and the new hybrid. Just what the hell was she doing here? Once again putting her business where it didn't belong? This was his task - he needn't any interference from her. Gods he hated Witches.

"Here for the hybrid I assume. Have you told her what she is yet? That she's not human any longer? I hope that you're aware that it's within my authority to end her. She disrupts the balance of the races, but I've never bothered too much with that."

"Careful, Witch. You speak into the mind of another who "disrupts the balance of the races."' he told her, back into her mind. But then she closed the distance between the two of them and handed him a small trinket. He was sure that his hand was about to start burning.

"If she grows too much for you to handle, then give her to me and I'll change her back to human, or whichever race she prefers. A way to contact me if a complication arises."

He could feel the calming sensation that she then put on the girl, and his eye twitched. Yes... the Witch was most certainly poking her nose where it didn't belong. This was his task, and he had been doing ones of the like for centuries without help from any Witch before, including her.

"That's all the help you're getting now. If you need me, just talk into the trinket."

Corann's fist closed around the trinket before he simply tossed it away, back at Layla's direction in a clear sign that he would not be accepting her help.

"You overstep-"

Corann's words, audible this time, were then cut off by a soft voice he had nearly forgotten about in his distraction.

"Nearly four weeks ago... What... What's happening to me? What is wrong with me?"

That fear... that raw, uncontrollable fear. Corann knew it well. He could have stopped it hadn't the Witch arrived and took things into her own hands. This was starting to turn bad - the girl's emotions were overwriting the ones Layla had tried to instill in her. Even his own sway of emotion manipulation wasn't seeming to work. A newborn, and yet this hybrid was already incredibly powerful. Even if she didn't know it.

"Things are getting crowded. I'm sorry, but we need to move. We'll tell you all about what you are soon enough. There are too many prying eyes around."

Corann's attention snapped back to the Witch, his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Layla!" he shouted out in a warning. But it was too late. There was nothing he could do. The feeling of being teleported was not a fun one. As soon as his feet touched the ground once more, his mind took a moment or two to adjust. Boris, on the other hand, was not so lucky. The large dog landed, and then collapsed, dry heaving until finally he lost the contents of his stomach where he then just lay there, looking up at Corann with big, pitiful eyes.

He could fucking kill her.

"Before you ask....we're on top of a mountain, with a protective sphere around us so no one knows we're here, but neither can we leave. I'm Layla Young and I'm a witch, so to speak, what you just saw was magic, and I'll leave the rest for Corann to explain. He is better at such things."

"Oh, so it's my turn now... is it?" There was an obvious tone of bitterness in his voice, his dark eyes glued to the Witch that had (perhaps knowingly) put all three of them in a situation that could have been avoided should she have left him to his own devices. He was angry. Beyond angry, in fact. Leaving his sick dog's side, Corann stalked over to Layla and though standing a head shorter than her, his gaze was intense as he stared up at her, his muscles rigid as he tried to keep himself from shouting outright.

"She is a newborn - you had no right interfering."

Boris, after realizing that he had been left alone, huffed a bit as he forced himself up and onto his feet. Legs still shaky from the strange feeling of being teleported, he staggered over to Madison and collapsed at her feet, pushing his large, heavy head up and into her lap where he let out a small, sick whine.

Corann jabbed a harsh finger into Layla's chest.

"She was seconds away from turning right there at the school. You're putting stress on her she doesn't need. If she turns now, you'll be putting more than just the two of us in danger. Your years of solitude have made you incompetent in recognizing a delicate situation, even when placed right in front of you. Leave the girl to me, as tasked by the Celestial Guardians even you pray to... should you have a shred of religion in that cold, insensitive heart of yours."

Staring Layla down for a second or two after, Corann removed his finger from her chest and tore himself away to look back at the girl. The sight of his dog laying in her lap, obviously needing attention and love from after the teleportation incident, would have normally made him smile and shake his head at the dogs expense. But the Witch's involvement in the whole ordeal put a sour outlook on the whole thing.

"Madison Burke... do not fear. Everything is going to be okay. I've been sent to protect you." Corann projected into her head, keeping part of their conversation private from unwanted ears. Though the next part he spoke out loud.

"My name is Corann Creed. Think of me as your Guardian Angel, kid."

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Corann Creed - Present Day - Carson City High School

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Tapping his fingers against his bicep where his hand lay in his arms crossed position, Corann glanced down at his six year old Rottweiler, Boris, who sat patiently at his feet. His attention was straight-forward, solid on a small flock of birds who remained in the parking lot and pecking at what bits of breakfast were dropped as the students hastily made their way into the school that morning.

He had been watching her for a while now… Madison Burke - the first werewolf-vampire hybrid he had come across in a very, very long time. Just why he had been sent to her in the first place was a bit beyond him. Usually, that combination of blood rendered an individual near indestructible and not needing of any guarding. But the longer he observed her from afar, the more he began to realize… She was just a kid. She had no one to tell her about what was happening to her body, no one to help guide her and tell her that everything was going to be okay. He had arrived only just a few days after the initial attack having come out of his Druid Sleep a little later than he had planned, but it was more clear to him now than ever that he had been sent to watch over the right girl. Especially after witnessing the events of the night prior.

The girl had a lot of potential, but there was a lot of work to be done as well. Not to mention, the very moment he crossed the city line into Carson City, he knew immediately that the city was destined for destruction, and very quickly. Well… it was his job to see that destiny changed.

A vision had tipped him off earlier that morning. Madison, sick to her stomach, becoming overwhelmed in a physical education class and fleeing the school in a twisted knot of anxiety and terror. He had to be there for her. He had to tell her what she was, and how he could help.

As if on cue, the front doors of the school burst open and the girl in question came flying out. To where, Corann wasn’t certain, but he was there to change it. He was there to change a lot.

“If you run any faster… you’ll give yourself away.” he called out to her, keeping his relaxed pose of leaning against the brick wall of the school. Boris no longer had his attention on the birds, and instead on Madison, cocking his large head cutely to the side as the animal tried to discern just what about the girl in front of them was all about.

In hindsight, Corann hadn’t had Boris for very long. Then again… the canine did share a twenty-five year nap with him. After losing the second reincarnation of his late wife, only to see her pass once again, the half guardian-half druid did all that he could to refrain from going into a sleep as he could already feel his powers starting to lessen. So, naturally, he got himself a dog. Boris was just a pup back then, and the first six years had been tolerable. However after a rather nasty series of unfortunate events, involving a pack of less-than-friendly werewolves, Corann had no choice but to go into a sleep… and he took Boris with him.

Quite frankly, Corann didn’t even know if it would work until he opened his eyes once more and could hear the jingling of his collar as the canine rose and stretched himself out, nub of a tail wagging like nothing weird had just happened. Then again… Boris had seen more than a regular dog’s fair share of weird in his six (conscious) years.

“When did it bite ya, kid?” Corann waited, seeing just how much weight his words would hold on the obviously terrified girl. He realized he was a stranger. He realized he was an older stranger hanging outside of a high school yard at nine o’clock in the morning with a large attack dog at his heel. Hopefully, he could just set the hook with his quick words, and reel her in.

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Giddeon Bergan - Present Day - Carson City High School

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“One at a time, and starting with Giddeon; choose your teams boys, and hand out the sashes. Once we’re done here; can one of you go grab the ball for me, and then it’s out to the field for some friendly competition.”

Giddeon’s back straightened the second that he heard that they would be going outside. Finally! No more cramped, stuffy, over-stimulating scents that would continue to give him headaches for the rest of the class. He loved P.E. He really did. But one could play dodgeball and do conditioning so many times before they just got burnt out on it. Giddeon was a runner; he loved the open spaces and fresh air - in fact, he thrived in it. A bright, white smile split his lips as Ms. F motioned for him and the other captain to stand and address the rest of the class. So Giddeon hopped up and half jogged, half walked over towards his teacher where he only just then registered that the other captain was Clifford. Of course, out of all of the students in their class, Ms. F had to go and choose the two Werewolves as captains.

It’s not like him and Clifford ever sat down with one another and talked about being Werewolves. Quite the opposite, really. One good whiff, and they both knew just exactly what the other was. Giddeon was excited upon the discovery at first, but then realized that a Werewolf not within his own pack might have meant that there was another pack in Carson City, which wouldn’t exactly make his pack happy. So he refrained from approaching Clifford about it, and the school days went on.

After that, though, it only got more confusing. Still quite young, Giddeon wasn’t too sure what to make of the strange scent coming from Madison Burke - and it just seemed to happen overnight, too. One day, she smelled just humanly fine. The next day… well he just wasn’t sure what it was. He had to cheat a bit by going to Mr. Zaiger about it. After school that day, Jake and Giddeon went out to a secluded part of Giddeon’s property where he then went into a small lesson on how to pick out a hybrid amongst the rest of the species. It took him a bit (and a whole lot of guessing), but eventually, Giddeon was able to understand that she was half Werewolf, half Vampire. Just how the hell something like that even happened, however, Giddeon wasn’t sure. And he wasn’t sure if he wanted Mr. Zaiger to just tell him, either. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to know.

His eyes drifted to the girl in thought and he gave her a warm smile and a quick wave hello. Just when did she get into class? Had he missed something? He had been in such deep thought about a new scent, he hadn’t heard much of anything Ms. F said until she mentioned the word “outside.” Being inside sure had it’s distractions. Someone didn’t put on deodorant, for starters. One of the girls was about to start her cycle, someone had pizza for breakfast, someone was already sweating, Clifford was a big red dog, Madison was a hybrid, and Ms. F…

Giddeon’s eyes went back to his teacher. That’s right! He had been stuck on her for the earlier part of the class. Something was… off. He had sensed it in her before - there was a smell, definitely, but today it was more of a sense. He could feel something tightening in his chest - a sort of anxiety that wasn’t his own. Something was going to happen that day… he just wished he knew what it was.

“Uhm…” Giddeon put his eyes back forward and looked over his classmates. He hated picking first. It put him in a position he didn’t exactly want. His eyes then caught movement towards the back of the gym where the doors for the entrance and exit were and smiled. “Alright. I pick Mr. Zaiger!”

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Jake Zaiger - Present Day - Carson City High School

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Having finished all of his work he normally would have done during his free period, Jake Zaiger found himself with nothing to do but to kill time until his first class started for the day. Homeroom didn’t count. He could make it count by making the students actually work on assignments during the brief thirty minutes before their day started, but he’d have better luck trying to saddle a Werewolf and take him to the rodeo. Well… Giddeon aside.

There were perks to having the first period of the day open, like having that extra few moments before the day actually started to make sure he had everything in order. But then… it made for a very long day - especially Fridays when the students were more capable learning when they had just woken up rather than being excited over a weekend. Were there any kids that were simply interested in learning for the sake of learning anymore?

It wasn’t an uncommon thing for Jake to make his way to the gymnasium during these times when he had nothing to do. He’d simply stand back by one of the walls, usually much on some fruit or popcorn or whatever else he had around, and quietly observe. By far it was more entertaining than the alternative - the staff room. No, at least this way he could keep an eye on some of his favorite students and see them in their prime; when their blood was filled with adrenaline and their (human) true faces emerged. It had taken a lot of willpower and training to be able to get him to this point - the point where he could be around so many humans in an enclosed space where their blood and sweat scents were the most alluring… but he managed. Hell… it was worth it just seeing some of the school bullies getting smacked in the face with a dodgeball by a “geek” from time to time.

Every once in a while he would leave before the class was even close to being finished. There were just days when the students didn’t want to participate and would rather stand around, talking (and in the girls’ case, flirting) with him. The last thing he wanted was to take away the spotlight from another teacher, or cause a disruption, so he’d simply remove himself. That got the students’ attention right quick and conditioned them to behave whenever he did show up.

Today was no different. He was picking at an orange when he came in, quietly walking the length of the wall where he found his spot, perched his foot against the wall while bending his knee, and looked more content to simply do his watching before Giddeon called out to him. Having missed the conversation beforehand, Jake finished chewing his orange slice before he quirked an eyebrow at his favorite student.

“Come again?”

The small click of students who normally gravitated towards him all piped up, encouraging and cheering him on. Who wouldn’t want to see one of their teachers playing a game of touch football?

Finally getting the gist of it, Jake let out a soft, half-hearted chuckle, a smile almost appearing on his lips where the apples of his cheeks almost nearly became defined. He shook his head no.

“Fraid not. Haven’t had my physical renewed.” he joked. But his answer still held the same. He’d just rather not get involved.