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A Modern Fantasy Sacrifice

Related question, where is this "college?" Do you intend for the college to be in the town (it would have to be a smaller community college)? Or is it outside the town, and the red shirt had to drive a long time to get to Warlington?

A Modern Fantasy Sacrifice

Kabir Singh

Appearance: -may add later-
Age: 27
Bio: Responsible and practical "left-brained" personality. Works as an accountant for several small businesses in Warlington. Like his parents, he strives for personal prestige and propriety, but he is less strict and critical of others than the previous generation.
Role in the story: Aaranya's brother

A Modern Fantasy Sacrifice

Aaranya Singh

Aaranya picked up the pace, spurred on by the watchful eye of the waking sun. She left the streets to power-walk through the shadows of an orchard. The girl was about to leave the shelter of nature when she froze like a doe, eyes twitching around her environment. She swore she was being followed.... oh yeah, it was Danielle. Okay.

Aaranya took one more side street to avoid passing by the library (did those people ever sleep?) and nearly sobbed as she rounded the corner to her own rustic cobblestone road. Her feet rushed forward of their own accord until she found herself tapping at the door. Aaranya stood there for an eon, or perhaps two minutes. Her eyes caught Danielle's at this time, and Aaranya responded with a nod, grateful that the woman chose to stay close rather than tell the whole town what she saw.

Worry rose like floodwaters near the end of the eon. This was not like Kabir, ever polite and formal. She pounded on the door this time. Finally, some muffled evidence of movement filtered through the walls. A minute later, a disheveled man in his mid-twenties opened the door with a look of exhausted indignation. His expression turned to blank shock when he registered the woman.

"Aaran... WHAT?"

Both siblings tried to think of words to say. Neither got a chance before Kabir embraced his sister, face remaining a mask of shock. Aaranya's own face scrunched up in tears, her limbs grew heavy and soft, finally able to let her guard down in safe harbor.

"Come- come inside," Kabir breathed, halfway dragging Aaranya across the threshold. His wide eyes seemed to look through Danielle rather than at her, but he acknowledged her presence and left the door open for the other woman who accompanied his sister for who-knows-what reason.

"What happened?" Kabir asked as he led Aaranya to the couch. "You're... of course, it's wonderful that you're here, but you're supposed to..."

Both Singhs were wordless, one seeking a proper way to speak the unspeakable, one struggling to make any sound other than squeaky sobs. Kabir directed his eyes toward something, anything else, and noticed his other guest again. Proper hospitality... that was an easier way to help.

"...You look like you had a rough night," Kabir addressed Aaranya, a little warmth returning to his voice. "Why don't I get you some breakfast, and then we can talk about it?"

Kabir breathed a sigh of relief as Aaranya answered with a silent nod. He gave his sister a kiss on the forehead and then headed to the kitchen. His racing thoughts slowed to a more manageable pace as the mundane task gave his mind something productive to do. At least, that's what Kabir tried to tell himself. Even as his quivering hands caused the bowl of oatmeal to harshly clink against the bottom of the microwave.

:ὁ Animalia [OPEN!]

Oh, you have a time-skip of weeks planned? That would be a big adjustment.

Also, the Elite is fine, and I might have an NPC to contribute as well.

:ὁ Animalia [OPEN!]

I want one more post before the timeskip, possibly a couple more if an opportunity for character interaction comes up. I already wrote my post, like, a week ago... I didn't imagine playing my character semi-nocturnal would get me stuck for a whole month. -____-

I could get Corrie to the Warren if we plan on meeting there. If it's close to the Wolf Pack, then each character could choose which club they want to be at when -something important- happens.

House Of Villains: A Slice Of Life About Comically Self-Aware Villains

I wasn't specifically looking for it but I found it anyway. Jill's would have a longer flowy hem and sleeves, though.

Pokémon: Legacy of Trainers (Slice of Life RP)

Eric frowned at Emily's hostile attitude. He was just trying to make casual conversation while he happened to be stuck there for a minute. Hmm... did he do the thing where an attempt at polite conversation came out as interrogation? The man tried to come up with a question that had less chance of ruffling feathers.

"So... .....baby Grimer? Don't see that every day. How is that going?"

Eric smiled lightly at the playful Arcanine and held out a hand for the canine Pokemon to get his scent.

:ὁ Animalia [OPEN!]

Perfection Birb would not like to do either of those things, but I could force it on her if a bunch of other people want to.

Now that I think about it, forming a new activism group could be a good way to go. We were already expecting to have some sort of -ism related violence as a plot point. Maybe the first notable act of terrorism could spur a group of otherwise unrelated students (us) to start a new diversity/social justice club? And then the bad guys would have a good reason to mess with our particular characters.

A Modern Fantasy Sacrifice

Aaranya Singh

Aaranya kept pressing against the lone tree, more for emotional than physical need at this point. She stayed a still silent statue for a moment.

"...I don't know," she murmured. "I did everything I was supposed to. I did my best."

Aaranya gazed off to the horizon. A slice of orange danced with mid-dawn blue. Soon more would rise and roam the roads.

The bedraggled woman lightly pushed off the tree and resumed her original path home. She passed by Danielle with barely a glance. As Aaranya shuffled a few feet past, she kept her eyes straight on the road while speaking to the woman behind.

"I have to go home. If you want to follow, I can't stop you. But be quiet."

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A Modern Fantasy Sacrifice

Aaranya Singh

Aaranya flinched at the figure's shout. This was the exact opposite of what she needed... all to hear, to know.

She recognized the woman, though, drifted near in the daybreak. Danielle. Aaranya had hoped to be friends with this former classmate, unfortunately met shortly before the time of hearing and watching. They rarely spoke several seasons, but they had managed to pass notes from time to time. Danielle's eyes heard her poetry.

Though the revelation of Danielle brought comfort - this one would likely not harass - Aaranya still wished not to interact with anyone until she reached home. She decided to double down. If anyone in history was ever in a position where 'I'm a ghost' seemed a believable story, it was Aaranya. She widened her eyes and sloooowly turned to Danielle with a stony stare, doing her best impression of a haunting gaze (and it was actually pretty good).

"Husshhh, mortal. I am the ghoooost of..."

Aaranya trailed off mid-sentence. She stared ahead for another second, then looked down at her feet in shame.

"...No, I'm not a ghost," she mumbled faintly. "That's a problem. Don't tell. I have to go home."

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