nefarious
and there's a million dogs i haven't pet but just you wait .... just you wait
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Jul 31, 2016 17:22:03 GMT -5
Post by nefarious on Jul 31, 2016 17:22:03 GMT -5
OOC: Okay! Here's where we left off:
Lucinda felt herself shrink under the power of his words. Everything he had said was true, almost. He was wrong about one thing, she wasn't fine with leading this 'half-life' but the girl knew nothing of the ways Grigio spoke about to prevent the heartache of her father. She felt pathetic and undeserving of her privileged life. She was so lucky but at the same time was left wanting more? It wasn't Grigio who was selfish, it was her.
Lucinda could barely stand to look at herself, vile thoughts lurking in every corner of her mind. She couldn't do it anymore; whatever this was, she couldn't do it. "Did you know that I loved you? It was the blind, naive sort of love, but it was still love." Lucinda spoke conversationally, as if this were the most normal topic in the world. As though they were lounging around, drinking tea, and sharing stories. Not to mention that she had completely changed the direction of the conversation.
"I don't even know if it was you that I loved, we hardly even knew each other. But I loved the idea of you; charming and daring, some sort of dashing fictional hero." She smiled wistfully, unable to look at Grigio as she spoke. "I enjoyed hearing stories of your adventures, and when you smiled. Oh, when you smiled. It was the type that made my fragile heart race." She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts.
"I remember wanting to travel the world with you one day. I remember a lot of things, memories I clung desperately to when you died. I think I could have loved you, Grigio, I really do." Her nostalgic smile faded away slowly and she shifted in her seat, "But that was over a year ago, and I was still so young and childish." Lucinda ran a hand through her hair, "I don't want to fight with you anymore. I'm done harassing you for making yourself happy. We did what all people do, we grew up and we parted ways. This is fate just laughing in our faces."
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Post by Featherfall on Aug 6, 2016 11:12:12 GMT -5
HELLO, YES, I AM ALIVE
Sorry, this week has been crazy. I promise that I will get replies up, but I have to finish homework and whatnot before I can do that.
SO, if you've been approved for a plot (the front should be all up to date, if it's not, please let me know!) and I don't have your character's name, I need that ASAP.
If I already have a character's name and we haven't started, I'm just gonna start at this point, save some time by not asking.
If we've already started the plot, SORRY. D; I s2g I'll get something up eventually this weekend, but *point to second line*.
I think that's everything... We may have a few more people coming on to this thread, as I do have a similar one posted on a different website, but as I can't keep up with it (and prefer this one), I'm moving those that want to over to this one. So, consider this your warning that this place might get a bit busier. ^^'
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Post by Featherfall on Aug 6, 2016 21:03:44 GMT -5
Val--;
After helping the police clean up the scene (and making sure that the man was okay in the ambulance), Drake took his leave and flew back to his apartment, sneaking in through the side entrance. He collapsed on the couch, groaning, and threw his arm over his eyes. Today had been utterly exhausting. And he had work tonight.
The thought of serving rich snobs made him groan again, rather dramatically, and Aux came out of her hiding hole.
"You know," she said, crossing her arms, "you could always quit that God awful job and go work for the mayor full-time. I'm sure she'd love that."
"Alana, working for the mayor full-time is the last thing I want to do," Drake said, glaring up at his older sister/sidekick. Alana had inherited powers from their father as well, though her's were better suited for behind the scenes work. That being said, they made a rather logical pair. "Don't you have a date to get ready for? George is supposed to be here in, like, two hours."
Alana stuck her tongue out at her brother but didn't mention how he changed the topic, instead disappearing into her bedroom in their shared apartment. Drake sighed and returned to his room, changing out of his suit and into his work uniform, mentally preparing himself for the dinner rush hour of people yelling at him and not getting tipped enough.
You can do this, he told himself, yelling a quick 'bye!' to Alana and making his way downtown to his day job.
Misty--; It's fine! That conversation was done anyway, so. xD YAY, VICTORY! *throws confetti* I still have only done Stella and T and I told myself I'd get Chelsea done at some point too. (': OH WELL Stella just flashed him an innocent looking smile, batting her eyes and pretending. Her smile quickly melted away and was replaced with a faux-confused frown as he whispered in her ear (she was barely able to contain the shiver it caused to run down her spine, but she'd done it). "I was under the impression that you were born in the middle ages?" she said, her voice taking on a teasing tone. "The gentry wasn't all that knowledgeable about manners, you know."
Regardless, Stella took his offer to help her out, threading her fingers through his after she was out of the car. They were supposed to be playing a couple, after all. After that, she quickly put her information into his phone and handed it back to him with a small flourish. "Your phone," she said, putting on a brave face. Part of her training did include acting, so she had to be able to work through this without breaking character, which was that she was very much over her ex and very into Lucas. As more than a friend.
She paused briefly in her walking to the building, wondering if they would be required to kiss. Kissing on the cheek, she could do that no problem. Anything else might cause some problems. She shook herself, reminding herself that this was just acting, pretending to be on another mission and Lucas was her partner (work partner, definitely not romantic partner...). That was all this was. She could do this. She could totally do this.
"Ready?" she asked, looking over at her date for the evening.
Nef--; I had to find my last reply for this. It's been entirely too long. xD But I love Grigio and Lucinda together, so<3 Grigio looked over at Lucinda, surprise coloring his sea green eyes. She had loved him? He was quite fond of Lucinda, cared for her as more than a friend even when he had just met her, but he never considered his feelings to be love. He supposed that they could have manifested into something more if he had chosen to return to his life, but he hadn't, and so he'd never know.
But now... Now Lucinda wanted to stay with him. His heart was still beating rapidly in his chest at her demand. He knew that if she stayed with him, he'd definitely would fall in love. He was pretty sure he already was. But there were some on his crew that questioned his every move. He'd have to deal with them, and quickly, if Lucinda was to be truly safe with him. And he had to deal with her fiancé. He was never letting Richard Williams touch Lucinda. She was his now, and he'd protect her with his life.
"I think I may have grown to love you," he murmured quietly, looking at the sea through the window in the room. "If I had stayed." He was quiet for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. "We're still young, but we've both grown this past year apart. I'm sure those feelings still linger, however far deep we may have buried them. But we first need to deal with Williams. I'd love to send him to his watery death, but something tells me you would not approve of that."
He was desperately trying to lighten the mood, but he needed a drink in order to get out of the feelings that were currently crashing over him. He wasn't ready to deal with all of that right now. He stood up abruptly, moving to one of the bolted in cabinets that lined the walls, opening it up and fishing out a bottle and, pausing shortly, two glasses. He didn't know Lucinda's opinion on drinking, but he figured they could both use one. "Would you like a drink? It's not the expensive stuff, but it's better than nothing," he asked, suddenly feeling very awkward. It was as if he was suddenly a boy again, talking to a girl for the first time. He didn't know what to say to her.
Inky--; OKAY, so. Here's the starting post. Axl was standing in a dark lit alleyway, watching as the humans walked past him, completely oblivious. He'd been in the city for a few weeks and had taken a liking to this particular spot. He was finding that it wasn't as busy as other parts of the city, and the humans that passed were not the sort that would be terribly missed if they went... Missing. It was the perfect hunting ground for the vampire.
He wasn't seeing anyone worth while so far. Most of them were far too drunk for his tastes; the alcohol changed the taste of the blood, making it bitter. Some vampires were all over that, but Axl preferred pure tasting blood.
He took a deep breath, smelling the air for anyone nearby that caught his interest. And, unfortunately, someone did. They had a distinct, sweet smell to them. They smelled good and Axl was immediately on the hunt. He was the perfect hunter: he was stronger than humans, and faster too. He had a better sense of smell and sight, and the changing had made him beautiful. Humans always did like beautiful things, they were drawn to them. It was in their nature. His only downfall was the ashen color of his skin; it had a deathly white coloring to it, and going into direct sunlight was an uncomfortable experience. It wouldn't kill him like the legends said it would, but it definitely wasn't something Axl wanted to do.
As he followed the scent, it drew him further and further away from the club where he had been lurking and away from people. As much as he disliked humans, they had their uses, one of which was that vampire slayers couldn't outright attack him. He was too focused on the scent to really pay that much attention to his surroundings, but he was aware enough to make himself look casual, sticking his hands into his pockets and walking at a leisurely pace. He looked to be out on a midnight stroll to anyone passing by, which worked for him.
Vel--; Thanatos Gray, or T as he preferred to go by, was leaning against a tree, bored out of his mind. He didn't see the point of being here. As far as he knew, his mentor and leader, Channing Devin, was only waiting to greet a few of his personal guests that were supposed to be arriving today, and it wasn't like he had absolutely had to be introduced as soon as they arrived. He could have waited until dinner that night.
He pulled out one of the various knives hidden on his body to inspect, huffing in annoyance and catching Channing's attention. The older man rolled his eyes, turning to face the young man standing behind him in the shadows. "Can you at least try to not look so angry?" he asked in an exasperated tone.
"Channing, this is my face. I can't control my default neutral expression," T replied in a dry tone, though he was scowling.
"Thanatos, your neutral expression isn't normally a scowl. Lighten up, I dragged you along because I think you'll get along with one of the people visiting us," he said. "So, please, try not to offend anyone."
"If anyone gets offended, it's their fault for being too sensitive," T quipped, seeing absolutely no fault in his sarcasm and dry humor. If people were offended by what he said, they didn't need to be friends in his opinion.
Channing only sighed, turning around to face forward again, muttering something under his breath that made T snort as he returned his attention back to his knife. Being part of the assassins guild in Ravenwood Forest meant that he was trained in different types of weapons, but he had chosen a specialty weapon. It wasn't uncommon, but he had only been there for three years and technically he wasn't finished with his training, but he was almost finished he could taste it. Children born into the Guild were able to chose whether or not they wanted to join up or live with them, away from the tyranny of the current king's rule. It was where political opponents sought refuge until it was safe for them to return to the capital. After they were sworn to secrecy, of course. And they all kept the Guild's location secret, after living with them. The Guild, while it was mostly known for their flawless assassinations, also carried out other services, such as retrieving stolen items and/or people as well as gathering information through any means necessary, even the... Unsavory methods. Thanatos was personally hoping to get into gathering information, having always been rather light on his feet. Plus, his weapon of choice was easily concealed within regular clothing and his uniform, so it worked well for him.
After a while, he was pulled from his thoughts when Channing said his name quietly. He frowned, before listening, soon hearing the telltale sound of horses making their way through the forest. He couldn't quite decipher how many were coming, but he knew it was more than one. He stood up straight, hiding the knife back in its little hiding spot and moving forward to stand next to Channing, his face taking his true neutral expression of vague disinterest.
Equine--; Travis was sitting in his truck in the school parking lot, looking up at the building that he would soon be required to enter. He was entering his last year of high school (his mother had said something about being top of the food chain with excited hand gestures) and he was simultaneously dreading it and looking forward to whatever the next year brought. Right now he really just wanted to be back in his bed, squished under the pile of dogs his family had (a good portion of which had singled him out as their human for a reason beyond him).
In the truck with him were his two younger siblings, Hannah (who was starting as a junior) and Daniel (also known as Danny, an incoming freshman). Both of them were chatting, clearly very excited to be back at school. Travis was excited to be back too, but he knew that he'd be about ten times busier now than in the summer, and he barely had any free time from a mixture of the part-time job he'd started, fencing (which he was hoping to receive a scholarship for), and driving Daniel everywhere he needed to be this past summer. Hannah actually had her own car, but it was tradition that they all drove together for the first day of school. So, here she was, tapping his shoulder to get his attention.
"Travis, are you even listening to me?" Hannah huffed, raising an eyebrow.
"Not really, no."
She let out a frustrated sound, frowning at him. "I said that maybe this year Allie will actually say yes when you ask her out," she repeated.
Danny laughed. "No way! She's turned him down every single time he's asked! Travis, you should just move on and find another girl. It's not like they're hard to find."
"Daniel!" Hannah said, looking deeply offended at his comment. "That is not how relationships work!"
"And you would know since you've been in so many," Danny shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Alright you two, knock it off. They just opened the doors and I want to find my locker before the halls get crowded," Travis said, unlocking the doors and stepping out of the truck. "Danny, do you need help finding your classes?"
"Nah, found 'em during fish camp."
And with that, the siblings walked into school, splitting off after saying hurried goodbyes (they'd see each other at the end of the day anyway) and walking their separate ways, Hannah towards the head cheer coach's classroom, Danny to find his friend who, apparently, was already there, and Travis wondering the halls, looking at the locker numbers in a sort of daze, looking for the number that was his, his thoughts occupied with images of Allison Jones. He was convinced that, if she'd just give him a chance, she'd actually really like him. He was a good student. He studied hard and almost always made straight A's. He had a job and was active in fencing and the track team during the spring. It wasn't like he was some hooligan running around and doing something illegal like some of the other jocks around school. And he genuinely liked her. He liked that he'd actually be able to hold a conversation with her, when he was actually able to talk to her.
Night--; Okay. So. I wanna do a backstory for this post, so it's going to be INSANELY LONG, and for that I apologize. Most of my posts are not going to be this long unless I'm really, really getting into it. ^^' Also, this gets kinda bloody at the end, sorry. ^^' The howling is what let Axl know he was out too late.
He looked over at the lord's daughter, Destiny, with panic in his eyes. Neither of them were safe out here in the open and so far away from the stables. He looked over his shoulder, biting his lip before turning to Destiny again, he realized that there was no way they were both going to reach the stables before the wolves started circling. It was too far away and the horse couldn't carry both of them, as it was old and recovering from a recent leg injury. "I hope you know how to ride at a gallop," he said before giving the horse a sound smack on its flank, causing it to take off and away from him. Axl started running after the horse at that point, hoping that he'd reach the stables before the wolves reached him.
The villagers didn't believe in werewolves and vampires. Well, most of them didn't. They had written them off as old wive's tales, nothing but stories to scare children into not sneaking out at night. Axl had always believed in them though. Once, when he was younger, he had seen one of the wolves through his bedroom window, and it was much too large to be a regular wolf. It had to have been at least six feet tall and it's eyes... When Axl met the wolf's eyes it was like looking into another person's eyes. He had screamed at that and slammed the window shut, locking it.His father had told him it was nothing but a dream, but Axl knew better. He was always cautious after that.
Except for tonight. It was a full moon, and he was out later than he had ever been before, the sun already almost gone, the last dying rays shining into his eyes as he ran back to the stables. He was still rather far out, but he couldn't miss the shouting and waving arms. While Axl couldn't decipher what the other stable hands were yelling, he was assuming it was to hurry up, so he did. It was then he heard the snarls.
Looking over his shoulder against his better judgement, Axl stumbled as he saw a wolf taller than he was quickly gaining on him. He pushed himself back up onto his feet, adrenaline coursing through his body and causing him to run faster than he ever had before, but it still wasn't fast enough. He felt the large paws knock him down and as he rolled onto his back, he found himself staring up into eyes that held far more intelligence than a wolf's eyes ought to.
He bit back a scream and scrambled back with his elbows, hands searching for something, anything to beat the wolf off of him. It followed, snarling and watching him with interest. Finally, Axl found a fallen branch carried over into the field from a storm a few nights ago and grasped it, ready to beat the beast off of him. It was then that the wolf pounced.
Axl struck at it with the branch, snapping it in half as it hit the wolf's muzzle. He swallowed as he saw that it did nothing more but make the beast angrier. He threw it away, casting his eyes away for a second when the wolf leaped and bit onto his leg. Axl screamed then, the pain over ruling logical thought as he scratched at its eyes to get it to let go. But it didn't; it held on tight and started dragging him away from the stables and into the nearby forest.
As Axl screamed and hurled curses at the wolf, it seemed to finally lose its patience, swiping its claws down his body, leaving a bloody trail staining his once clean shirt. Eventually, as Axl was dragged away, he hit his head on a stone, rendering him unconscious.
When he awoke, he was staring into the face on a concerned-looking middle aged man. He saw the worry wash away into relief but couldn't process why. All he could really think about was the pain that was taking over his body. He screwed his eyes shut and groaned, feeling as if his bones were being pulverized into dust and then rebuilt in a different way. He was changing, and the first time was never pleasant.
The first night is always the toughest, they say. Axl found himself agreeing. He couldn't remember it, but judging by the look on Channing's (the man who was there when he woke up) face, it was nothing good. The next full moon wasn't better.
Several years past, and nothing could be done to help Axl. It was as if the human part of him melted away and was replaced by something decidedly feral. Every full moon he lost control and went on rampages across the forest, attacking almost everything that moved. When he was in his human form, he was ostracized within the pack; not many were brave enough to be friends with a monster, after all.
When Channing broke the news that someone would be coming to stay with them, someone who knew about werewolves, Axl had been hesitant. If they were human, he didn't want to risk biting them (he didn't even want to think of the possibility of accidentally killing them) and changing them. But Channing had swayed him over, and now, here he was standing on the front porch of Channing's home, waiting for this mystery person who had come to learn about them and, hopefully, cure Axl of his curse.
Stormy--; "Marriage?!" Ryk said, taken aback. "You want me to get married... And to a complete stranger? Father, I've only just come of age, surely it would be more beneficial to wait before putting me on the marriage market!" The impatient prince began to pace, running his fingers through his hair. As far as appearances, the only thing marking Ryk as aristocratic was his slim nose and defined cheek bones and jawline. Other than that, he was completely average looking with slightly curled brown hair, brown eyes, and a spattering of freckles across his nose and under his eyes. He had no doubt that any princess or duchess or whoever his father had in mind would be completely underwhelmed with his appearance (not, that he cared), but he was still royal and certainly acted like it. "You can't be serious," he finally said, still pacing.
"I am," his father said, his voice taking on the tone that he and one of his sisters, Roxanna, called his 'kingly voice' instead of the softer, more kind tone King Victor usually reserved for his wife and children. "You must marry, for the sake of the kingdom. Our enemies are poised and waiting for an attack. It is imperative you continue on our line as soon as possible."
Ryk felt like he had been hit in the stomach. He knew he'd have to have children at some point (it was, after all, his duty), but he thought he'd have a little time, at least. Maybe he could at least tour the country, possibly visit with some of their closest allies, but so far he'd been stuck inside the castle the grounds immediately surrounding it. For someone with an intense desire to just go and explore, it was practically torture.
"I... I can't have this conversation right now," Ryk said suddenly, feeling like he needed to retreat and gather his thoughts in his rooms before going head-to-head with his father. With that being said, Ryk turned on his heels and practically sprinted out of the throne room towards his quarters, the heels of his riding boots clicking loudly on the polished floors as he approached at a rapid pace, ignoring his father's shouts of protests and 'you get back here right now, young man!'.
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