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Clara Cabello

All right, let’s take it from the top, one more time…

What’s your name?
Clara Cabello.

How old are you?
19 years!

What do you look like?
Eh, somethin' like this.

Clara Cabello

( art work blatantly stolen from Anya Corazon, no relation)

Usually latina chicks don't have hair as red as mine- but go figure. I like to think I'm pretty ripped- gotta nice figure, right? Well, I need to stay in shape for my work. I'm like, average height. 5'7 or somethin, I can't remember.

What did you do before the Recluse incident?
I had a small family. Too small. Just me and my mom- that asshole couldn't have died sooner. She just moved into the country recently- probably illegally. Ain't that wait time like 20 fuckin' years or somethin'? She was not...not nice to me. I don't want your fuckin' pity. Being on my own was good for me, I ran away before she killed herself with her bad habits. So, what, I had to make do. Never did have a job or an education growin' up, I did what I had to do. You'd be surprised how much work is out there for a quick little girl like me. I always was a good thief. I did that for a few years. Got beat up a few times- so what? I beat up a few people myself. Ran into some twerp. Little kid named Alejandra- all alone like me. Stupid little shitbag ain't nearly as good as it I am. Dunno why I stuck out my neck for her- but me and her run together now, I guess. That was a couple years ago.

Alejandra's smart. Too smart. Too smart to be out here all by herself like me- but whatever. Neither of us are changin'. Rather die than end up in the fuckin' system- both of us can tell you that. She's like 18 now or somethin'. She watches my back and I watch hers. She usually set up the plans, and I executed them. Me an' her made bank compared to when we were by ourselves. Lots of money in grand theft auto- I don't have a liscence but I'm a great driver. Alejandra taught me how to break in and hotwire 'em, though. She even got her hands on one of them credit card swiper thingies- I dunno how they work. Man you don't even know- we made a great team. Still do. By the way, I call her AJ. Her last name is Jonas, and the nickname AJ is like- a thing- so why not?

What happened after the incident?

Super Strength: 10

Agility: 50

Durability: 0

Regeneration: 0

Spider-Sense: 40

I thought I was done for. I'd never felt so shitty- I was going for an easy mark at Empire State University when that shit happened. Alejndra was freaking out- specially when I fell asleep for so long. She was considering taking me to the hospital- but not only would that use up all our savings helping me, I'd also be arrested and it'd all be over. But when I woke up, I felt great. Stronger. Faster- way faster than I ever had been before. Way sharper. God damn I have fucking superpowers. Like in the comics AJ reads. This was an opportunity, AJ and I both knew it. She was smart, but equipment was scarce. But with my new superpowers, anything was possible. Our crimes started to go up in reward BIG TIME.

We weren't the only ones, either. All sorts of freaks like me were walkin' around town- and some of 'em had some nasty shit. Webs, though. We don't gotta lot, but AJ actual reverse engineered that shit and made me my own god damn web shooters- I couldn't fucking believe it. She should be in college. But apparently I'm her older sister now or something, and she's sticking by my side and I'm grateful for it. Our spree is just getting started, motherfucker. New York has no idea what's about to hit it.

Do you believe in aliens?
What? No. Maybe? I dunno, I never really thought about it.

What are your goals for the future?
Spider-Manning does absolutely pay the bills, bitch. Me an' AJ are gonna make fuckin' bank. We just bought our own place. I dunno when we're gonna stop. AJ is gonna cook more shit up and I'm gonna use it, and no one's gonna stop us. Ambition- we always had it. Now we just got the tools to make it work. People are gonna learn to respect us. Fear us, even. I could beat up 10 people at once- kill em with my bare hands if I wanted too. Can't lay a finger on me. New York is gonna remember us.

You lived in New York for a while now, right? What do you think of the city?

God-awful place- but it's my home. No opportunities- not the one's they want you to have. You gotta make your own god damn opportunities.

How much technology do you use on a daily basis?

I got a little flip phone- personally I don't really use much. That's more AJ's thing. She's got this little toolkit she tinkers with, they made my web shooters. We're gonna get her a laptop and a brand new phone and all that shit.

What do you like?

Money.

Alejandara. Uh, not necessarily in that order. This list ain't in order, it's more of a vague kind of- you get it.

Hot people. You know it.

Freedom! No one can keep me down or inside. I do my own thing.

Coming out on top. I like winning...like I said, this list ain't in order. I think I like winnin' more than anything else.

What do you dislike?
Poverty. I'm never gonna be broke again. Ever.

The system- the man, the god damn- society? Fuck it. It's stupid. I do what I want. Cops 'n all that shit can go fuck itself. 'Specially the cops- pigs.

Losing. I don't lose, okay? I win.

Like...people? Everyone's an asshole, a pussy, or dead. Fuck everyone, you know? I got mine.

Heroine.

Do you think true evil exists?

No. Probably not. Alejandra put's it best- morality is subjective. That's what she says.

What’s your favorite color?
Orange!

Favorite song?

Prolly this one. Can't really relate to the father part- but it get's the message across, yeah? Don't mess with my family.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mEX9ht4bexQ

Anything else to add?
Spiders, man. Wasn't my idea to go with the spider shirt, but Alejandra insisted it looked cool. Maybe she's right. Spiders are pretty badass.

What are your thoughts on these people?
Alejandra Jonas- She's my family. Like my little sister or somethin'. I...I mean, don't say this around her, but I'd do anything for her. Anything. I don't know what I'd do without her. Being by myself again...I don't think I could do that. She's gotta be the smartest dumbass I've ever met. She's taught me a lot, and hopefully I've done right by her so far. The two of us deserve more than we got, that's for sure. I'm gonna take it.

Tales from the Spider-Verse: Spidroin

Clara Cabello

All right, let’s take it from the top, one more time…

What’s your name?
Clara Cabello.

How old are you?
19 years!

What do you look like?
Eh, somethin' like this.

Clara Cabello

( art work blatantly stolen from Anya Corazon, no relation)

Usually latina chicks don't have hair as red as mine- but go figure. I like to think I'm pretty ripped- gotta nice figure, right? Well, I need to stay in shape for my work. I'm like, average height. 5'7 or somethin, I can't remember.

What did you do before the Recluse incident?
I had a small family. Too small. Just me and my mom- that asshole couldn't have died sooner. She just moved into the country recently- probably illegally. Ain't that wait time like 20 fuckin' years or somethin'? She was not...not nice to me. I don't want your fuckin' pity. Being on my own was good for me, I ran away before she killed herself with her bad habits. So, what, I had to make do. Never did have a job or an education growin' up, I did what I had to do. You'd be surprised how much work is out there for a quick little girl like me. I always was a good thief. I did that for a few years. Got beat up a few times- so what? I beat up a few people myself. Ran into some twerp. Little kid named Alejandra- all alone like me. Stupid little shitbag ain't nearly as good as it I am. Dunno why I stuck out my neck for her- but me and her run together now, I guess. That was a couple years ago.

Alejandra's smart. Too smart. Too smart to be out here all by herself like me- but whatever. Neither of us are changin'. Rather die than end up in the fuckin' system- both of us can tell you that. She's like 18 now or somethin'. She watches my back and I watch hers. She usually set up the plans, and I executed them. Me an' her made bank compared to when we were by ourselves. Lots of money in grand theft auto- I don't have a liscence but I'm a great driver. Alejandra taught me how to break in and hotwire 'em, though. She even got her hands on one of them credit card swiper thingies- I dunno how they work. Man you don't even know- we made a great team. Still do. By the way, I call her AJ. Her last name is Jonas, and the nickname AJ is like- a thing- so why not?

What happened after the incident?

Super Strength: 10

Agility: 50

Durability: 0

Regeneration: 0

Spider-Sense: 40

I thought I was done for. I'd never felt so shitty- I was going for an easy mark at Empire State University when that shit happened. Alejndra was freaking out- specially when I fell asleep for so long. She was considering taking me to the hospital- but not only would that use up all our savings helping me, I'd also be arrested and it'd all be over. But when I woke up, I felt great. Stronger. Faster- way faster than I ever had been before. Way sharper. I could even stick to fucking walls and run on 'em like they were floors. Even through my shoes or gloves. God damn! I have fucking superpowers. Like in the comics AJ reads. I still can't believe it. This was an opportunity, AJ and I both knew it. She was smart, but equipment was scarce. But with my new superpowers, anything was possible. Our crimes started to go up in reward BIG TIME.

We weren't the only ones, either. All sorts of freaks like me were walkin' around town- and some of 'em had some nasty shit. Webs, though. We don't gotta lot, but AJ actual reverse engineered that shit and made me my own god damn web shooters- I couldn't fucking believe it. She should be in college. But apparently I'm her older sister now or something, and she's sticking by my side and I'm grateful for it. Our spree is just getting started, motherfucker. New York has no idea what's about to hit it.

Do you believe in aliens?
What? No. Maybe? I dunno, I never really thought about it.

What are your goals for the future?
Spider-Manning does absolutely pay the bills, bitch. Me an' AJ are gonna make fuckin' bank. We just bought our own place. I dunno when we're gonna stop. AJ is gonna cook more shit up and I'm gonna use it, and no one's gonna stop us. Ambition- we always had it. Now we just got the tools to make it work. People are gonna learn to respect us. Fear us, even. I could beat up 10 people at once- kill em with my bare hands if I wanted too. Can't lay a finger on me. New York is gonna remember us.

You lived in New York for a while now, right? What do you think of the city?

God-awful place- but it's my home. No opportunities- not the one's they want you to have. You gotta make your own god damn opportunities.

How much technology do you use on a daily basis?

I got a little flip phone- personally I don't really use much. That's more AJ's thing. She's got this little toolkit she tinkers with, they made my web shooters. We're gonna get her a laptop and a brand new phone and all that shit.

What do you like?

Money.

Alejandara. Uh, not necessarily in that order. This list ain't in order, it's more of a vague kind of- you get it.

Hot people. You know it.

Freedom! No one can keep me down or inside. I do my own thing.

Coming out on top. I like winning...like I said, this list ain't in order. I think I like winnin' more than anything else.

What do you dislike?
Poverty. I'm never gonna be broke again. Ever.

The system- the man, the god damn- society? Fuck it. It's stupid. I do what I want. Cops 'n all that shit can go fuck itself. 'Specially the cops- pigs.

Losing. I don't lose, okay? I win.

Like...people? Everyone's an asshole, a pussy, or dead. Fuck everyone, you know? I got mine.

Heroine.

Do you think true evil exists?

No. Probably not. Alejandra put's it best- morality is subjective. That's what she says.

What’s your favorite color?
Orange!

Favorite song?

Prolly this one. Can't really relate to the father part- but it get's the message across, yeah? Don't mess with my family.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mEX9ht4bexQ

Anything else to add?
Spiders, man. Wasn't my idea to go with the spider shirt, but Alejandra insisted it looked cool. Maybe she's right. Spiders are pretty badass.

What are your thoughts on these people?
Alejandra Jonas- She's my family. Like my little sister or somethin'. I...I mean, don't say this around her, but I'd do anything for her. Anything. I don't know what I'd do without her. Being by myself again...I don't think I could do that. She's gotta be the smartest dumbass I've ever met. She's taught me a lot, and hopefully I've done right by her so far. The two of us deserve more than we got, that's for sure. I'm gonna take it.

Reyna Rowe- I used to know her, we used to run together, actually. She always seemed like she wanted to get out, though. Her and her deadbeat dad. She was smart though. Wonder what ever happened to her?

Alejandra Jonas

All right, let’s take it from the top, one more time…

What’s your name?
Alejandra Jonas.

How old are you?
I'm eighteen.

What do you look like?
Here.

AJ

(this time I stole Barbara Rodriguez)

I like to wear coats. Cargo coats, with lots of pockets for lots of useful things. Dunno why women's clothing so rarely has pockets. Plus, cargo coats are easily reusable, durable, and help keep me warm. Underneath, just some t-shirts, jeans, sneakers, usual stuff. When I can, I put on black eyeliner and lipstick, cause I'm cool like that. My right nostril and ears are both pierced, I think it looks cool. Generally I like to wear a beanie of some kind too. My hair is black and it's chest length. I just wear it down. Sometimes I comb it?

What did you do before the Recluse incident?
Nobody knows this- not even Clara. I told her my parents are dead, but in reality they're still alive. Super rich, too. Thing is, I'm never going back. Never. No one would understand why if I told them. Why would I rather live on the streets with some random girl? Why would I ever do that? 'Cause they're assholes, thats why. They don't understand me at all, I don't even know if they understand human emotion. I was always a smart kid, and for some reason that meant they had the right to take my life away. Nothing I did was ever good enough for them. If my dad ever told me he loved me, I don't remember it. All my childhood was spent indoors, studying. Looking at books, all god damn day. I got sick of it. I was 16 when I ran away- I had been in college for 3 years already at that point. Can you believe that? 13 years old and already in college. I was depressed. I'm sure there's some kids out there who are so happy to be hardworking and dilligent, always getting their work done and being a doctor at 21. Then they get to retire as soulless sociopaths who's never made a meaningful connection in their life. Being a doctor, or a lawyer, getting a spouse, having two kids, retire, die. A cog in the machine. No thanks. I wanted to live, really live. So I ran away. Never felt so free in my life. I was already forced to learn everything I needed too, anyway. To be honest, it was a bad idea. But I saw it as my only option.

I became a thief. I was on the streets for six months when I ran into Clara. I had gotten caught pick pocketing and these assholes were probably going to beat the shit out of me for fun. I probably deserved it- I was a really bad thief. I was all dirty, poor. If I went anywhere for help they would just drag me back to my parents. They don't live in Manhattan, but I figured it was the perfect city to get lost in and make a path for myself. Clara saved me, point blank. Not only from those guys by stabbing them in the kidneys with a pocket knife, but she really saved my life. If I hadn't met her I'd probably already be dead. One way or another.

Turns out she and I make a good team. A really good team. She's my best friend. Like an older sister. She taught me a lot, and I tried to teach her some things but she says its not really her area of expertise. First person I ever met to see me as who I really was, and not as some kinda pet project or investment. For two years she and I worked the streets together, and we're building a life. She and I already had big ambitions. But that was before the Recluse Incident. That was what really changed our lives.

What happened after the incident?
Clara got superpowers. Just like in the comic books I read. Neither of us could believe it, but neither of us could deny that she could stand on the ceiling and catch a ball thrown at the back of her head without looking. After that, she started raking in the cash big time. I knew I was smart, but I had forgotten how smart I actually was. I don't mean to brag, but I'm basically a technological goddess. I'm joking, of course, but engineering 101 paid off. I mean I already knew everything they had to teach me, but that's besides the point. I'm pretty sure I started developing some world changing technology. Either way, I kept it to myself and it made Clara a force to be reckoned with on the streets. We're going to make money. BIG TIME.

Do you believe in aliens?
No.

What are your goals for the future?
After making a boatload of money? I'm not sure. Maybe Clara and I could start making the world a better place, or something. Where kids can be kids and everyone isn't so damn selfish. I know that's ironic coming from someone like me, but I did what I had too to survive. Doesn't mean everyone else has too. One thing I'm never going to do is become apart of the establishment. Society isn't going to break me. I'm not going to be some kind of philanthropist who came from nothing. I'm not going to be in some god damn magazine, person of the year nobel peace prize bullshit. I'm going to make real change. Change people aren't going to like, because that's the only kind of change that matters.

Maybe. I don't know. I'll step off my soapbox and admit that right now, all I want is for Clara and I to be happy. Maybe get a boyfriend or something? If Clara doesn't scare them off.

You lived in New York for a while now, right? What do you think of the city?
It's great. I've only been here for two years but anyone can get lost inside. I fled to New York City one person, and I'm going to emerge from it a changed woman.

How much technology do you use on a daily basis?
A lot. I spend most of my day on it. But unlike most people, I'm actually productive.

What do you like?
Clara Cabello, of course. Making money. Tech. Football is fun if I ever get the chance to play it. Ironically I probably spend more time researching and reading now then I did back in college, but the difference here is now I'm doing it for something, someone, I care about. Actually useful stuff that I'm going to use to forge my own destiny. Again, soapbox, sorry. Other than that, I like TV, video games, you know the usual stuff. Once we get financially secure I'm probably going to look a little more into hobbies than I am right now. Pizza is great, too. Bugs and animals are cool, too, particularly spiders.

What do you dislike?
Cops. Feeling trapped. I mean, just society in general is really screwed up right now, you know? I also don't like stupid people. Not like Clara. I mean, she's stupid, but she's like, really smart in other ways. Like my mom is really smart, but she's stupid in every other way that matters. Most people are dumb like that. I don't like people that don't...get it. I also don't like people that look down on me. I also hate hot dogs, they're disgusting.

Do you think true evil exists?
Nah. But that doesn't mean people can't be soulless assholes, or deserve to die. But evil? Morality is subjective, I believe. But it still matters. I choose to believe that I am correct.

What’s your favorite color?
Pinky purply blue?

Favorite song?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZvifPawrOw This is a good one. It's self-aware, but really it's a song about freedom and doing what you want. Going after what you want, even if it is something as "petty" as fame and fortune. I want to be rockstar. Also, it's a really good song.

Anything else to add?
I think I've said enough.

What are your thoughts on these people?
Clara Cabello: Like an older sister to me. Family is what one chooses, and I choose her.

Tales from the Spider-Verse: Spidroin

@EnterTheHero awesome, dude

i can't wait to see where this goes.

@Akayaofthemoon lol hello!

Tales from the Spider-Verse: Spidroin

I decided I couldn't let this RP slip through my fingers. I love Spider-Man too much. But it seems great power and great responsibility is probably going to be well covered- so I decided to put a bit of a villianous twist on my character. Let me know what you think and if there's anything to change.

Clara Cabello

All right, let’s take it from the top, one more time…

What’s your name?
Clara Cabello.

How old are you?
19 years!

What do you look like?
Eh, somethin' like this.

Clara Cabello

( art work blatantly stolen from Anya Corazon, no relation)

Usually latina chicks don't have hair as red as mine- but go figure. I like to think I'm pretty ripped- gotta nice figure, right? Well, I need to stay in shape for my work. I'm like, average height. 5'7 or somethin, I can't remember.

What did you do before the Recluse incident?
I had a small family. Too small. Just me and my mom- that asshole couldn't have died sooner. She just moved into the country recently- probably illegally. Ain't that wait time like 20 fuckin' years or somethin'? She was not...not nice to me. I don't want your fuckin' pity. Being on my own was good for me, I ran away before she killed herself with her bad habits. So, what, I had to make do. Never did have a job or an education growin' up, I did what I had to do. You'd be surprised how much work is out there for a quick little girl like me. I always was a good thief. I did that for a few years. Got beat up a few times- so what? I beat up a few people myself. Ran into some twerp. Little kid named Alejandra- all alone like me. Stupid little shitbag ain't nearly as good as it I am. Dunno why I stuck out my neck for her- but me and her run together now, I guess. That was a couple years ago.

Alejandra's smart. Too smart. Too smart to be out here all by herself like me- but whatever. Neither of us are changin'. Rather die than end up in the fuckin' system- both of us can tell you that. She's like 18 now or somethin'. She watches my back and I watch hers. She usually set up the plans, and I executed them. Me an' her made bank compared to when we were by ourselves. Lots of money in grand theft auto- I don't have a liscence but I'm a great driver. Alejandra taught me how to break in and hotwire 'em, though. She even got her hands on one of them credit card swiper thingies- I dunno how they work. Man you don't even know- we made a great team. Still do. By the way, I call her AJ. Her last name is Jonas, and the nickname AJ is like- a thing- so why not?

What happened after the incident?

Super Strength: 10

Agility: 50

Durability: 0

Regeneration: 0

Spider-Sense: 40

I thought I was done for. I'd never felt so shitty- I was going for an easy mark at Empire State University when that shit happened. Alejndra was freaking out- specially when I fell asleep for so long. She was considering taking me to the hospital- but not only would that use up all our savings helping me, I'd also be arrested and it'd all be over. But when I woke up, I felt great. Stronger. Faster- way faster than I ever had been before. Way sharper. I could even stick to fucking walls and run on 'em like they were floors. Even through my shoes or gloves. God damn! I have fucking superpowers. Like in the comics AJ reads. I still can't believe it. This was an opportunity, AJ and I both knew it. She was smart, but equipment was scarce. But with my new superpowers, anything was possible. Our crimes started to go up in reward BIG TIME.

We weren't the only ones, either. All sorts of freaks like me were walkin' around town- and some of 'em had some nasty shit. Webs, though. We don't gotta lot, but AJ actual reverse engineered that shit and made me my own god damn web shooters- I couldn't fucking believe it. She should be in college. But apparently I'm her older sister now or something, and she's sticking by my side and I'm grateful for it. Our spree is just getting started, motherfucker. New York has no idea what's about to hit it.

Do you believe in aliens?
What? No. Maybe? I dunno, I never really thought about it.

What are your goals for the future?
Spider-Manning does absolutely pay the bills, bitch. Me an' AJ are gonna make fuckin' bank. We just bought our own place. I dunno when we're gonna stop. AJ is gonna cook more shit up and I'm gonna use it, and no one's gonna stop us. Ambition- we always had it. Now we just got the tools to make it work. People are gonna learn to respect us. Fear us, even. I could beat up 10 people at once- kill em with my bare hands if I wanted too. Can't lay a finger on me. New York is gonna remember us.

You lived in New York for a while now, right? What do you think of the city?

God-awful place- but it's my home. No opportunities- not the one's they want you to have. You gotta make your own god damn opportunities.

How much technology do you use on a daily basis?

I got a little flip phone- personally I don't really use much. That's more AJ's thing. She's got this little toolkit she tinkers with, they made my web shooters. We're gonna get her a laptop and a brand new phone and all that shit.

What do you like?

Money.

Alejandara. Uh, not necessarily in that order. This list ain't in order, it's more of a vague kind of- you get it.

Hot people. You know it.

Freedom! No one can keep me down or inside. I do my own thing.

Coming out on top. I like winning...like I said, this list ain't in order. I think I like winnin' more than anything else.

What do you dislike?
Poverty. I'm never gonna be broke again. Ever.

The system- the man, the god damn- society? Fuck it. It's stupid. I do what I want. Cops 'n all that shit can go fuck itself. 'Specially the cops- pigs.

Losing. I don't lose, okay? I win.

Like...people? Everyone's an asshole, a pussy, or dead. Fuck everyone, you know? I got mine.

Heroine.

Do you think true evil exists?

No. Probably not. Alejandra put's it best- morality is subjective. That's what she says.

What’s your favorite color?
Orange!

Favorite song?

Prolly this one. Can't really relate to the father part- but it get's the message across, yeah? Don't mess with my family.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mEX9ht4bexQ

Anything else to add?
Spiders, man. Wasn't my idea to go with the spider shirt, but Alejandra insisted it looked cool. Maybe she's right. Spiders are pretty badass.

What are your thoughts on these people?
Alejandra Jonas- She's my family. Like my little sister or somethin'. I...I mean, don't say this around her, but I'd do anything for her. Anything. I don't know what I'd do without her. Being by myself again...I don't think I could do that. She's gotta be the smartest dumbass I've ever met. She's taught me a lot, and hopefully I've done right by her so far. The two of us deserve more than we got, that's for sure. I'm gonna take it.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Dareen Kahina

within the eyrie

Dareen had situated herself in the hallway, her eyes looking past the walls and into her own thoughts. Back against the wall, her right index finger began tracing up and down the right side of her tunic, following the pattern on her skin through the fabric. Mikhail was far more verbally hostile towards Xandar than she was from what she gathered before she went inside. The ex-mercenary had to remember her place. As much as it pained her, Xandar could probably kill her and no one would be too sad. Mikhail could afford to be more hostile- afterall he was almost as powerful as Xandar going by jewels alone. Jewels. If only the universe granted power to those who deserved it, rather than those who got lucky. In either case, Dareen would still probably have a yellow, she thought truthfully to herself.

There was a moment of silence. Her eyes eventually fell on the third door. Dusty. Abandoned. Surely not Faeril's bedroom? She imagined one of the two rooms across from her were where Faeril slept/ was sleeping, but the third door looked like it came out of a separate house. Curious indeed. What could it be? A storage room? If it was a guest room, surely Dareen would have been asked to sleep in there, yes? The bedroom she slept in last night was probably Bellinar's. Since she had nothing better to do, she continued to pontificate on the nature of the dusty door across from her. Perhaps it was infested with something. Maybe it was the room of a dead or excommunicated relative. A fourth brother? A sister? An ex-lover of one of those who lived here, perhaps? The history of this Eyrie could be very complicated for all she knew. As her eyes traced the outside, she noticed the wear and tear on the rug. A regular detective, wasn't she? How long was she going to study this damn door for?

As long as she pleased, that was the answer. At least until Mikhail and Xandar became locked in their inevitable battle to the death, or Faeril wakes from her slumber and kills Dareen with a scornful glare. The slight wear could signify the door opened up into the hallway and the rug was damaged because of that. However, all the other doors in the hallway opened inwards. Mystery! She chuckled shortly. It was just a door. If they wanted her out, they would have said so, or locked the door. There was no one around to ask, she was the only one down this corridor at the moment. Looking for something to do, she wrapped her hand around the dull door knob and twisted, pushing her hand inward to investigate what was on the other side of the door.

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

^{Akira Hanako}

outside the pillar estate. student of Fushigi Yuu

The Love Pillar was one of the first one's out of the meeting, and Akira tried to listen in on their conversation. Unfortunately Sister Mariah was content with discussing it far away from prying ears, and they even switched to English from the sound of it. Great. Gerard seemed happy enough to enjoy his 'good weather' anyway.

Once Fushigi had exited the building, her student was quick to harass her. She wanted to know why they had all been dragged out here, afterall. "So, what was that all about?" Akira asked impatiently. "Is something wrong? It sounded like something was wrong." She continued, placing one hand on her hip. Like she was some kind of master detective. News was kind of scarce these days, and Akira was clearly raring for some action. It helped that she had heard the hint of a raised voice. Maybe something exciting was finally going to happen- more than just waiting to spar with some other random guy in the humid rain.

A Blade's True Test (Mercenary Company Sci-fi RP that actually has an ending)

@Cleverbird It's like the modern day mercenary character who uses wild west revolvers. outdated, but badass. who knows, maybe they even have some kind of advantage over newer space guns, like how the M1 Garand is like, totally indestructible. nokia vs smartphone

Star Wars: Empire of Glass

@redbaron1234 Huh, I guess I didn't make that connection. I guess you could just change the name of the planet from Ord Thorden to something else, good catch.

edit: we do have a discord, let me look for the link

Star Wars: Empire of Glass

@redbaron1234 looks great to me. she and @Torack's character can be ex-empire buddies, though Arosha is far more removed from the Empire than Zed.

but this is my a-ok. Gotta wait for the big GM though. If you want, you can mark which one of her characteristics are her primary and secondary.

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴

June and Mallory

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June tried to make out what she could. Everyone was deciding whether or not to go into Moresby. "We did not go to Moresby. Too many people." She said, trying to weigh in but flubbing the grammar a little. She placed her hand on Mallory's shoulder, and the taller brunette placed her hand on June and offered a weak smiled before looking up at the rest of the group.

"I'm not sure where to go, so I'll leave that up to you all. I hope you'd take my friend and I with you. I'll try not to be as much as a burden." She said apologetically, biting her lower lip. "That was...a poor performance. I'm Mallory, and this my friend June, by the way. We're from France." She gestured to her friend and herself, and June waved again.

Mallory sighed, knitting her fingers together anxiously. "Are we sure help isn't coming, though? How long can we stay in here before we have to leave?" She asked. They were safe in here, and Mallory was not at all eager to leave the safety of the security room. Though she was a little bit more composed and she was very well spoken, the knawing ball of dread in her gut hadn't left her. She seached for Elijah with her eyes. While everyone was wrapped up in conversation, she would take the chance to thank him for saving her life.