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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 27, 2017 21:55:00 GMT -5
Ezra blinked when he saw the two grabbing stuff he couldn't help but feel embarrassed- apparently he was the only one grossly unprepared for the trip or whatever this thing was. The wolf gave both of them a grateful smile, taking the bandages and salve and sitting down on the edge of the fountain. He set the two items on his skinny knees as tore the end of his shirt so he could use it to wipe off the blood. He dipped the torn shred into the water and then wiping the blood off of his face and the gash. He let out a soft hiss when he did so, wincing before dipping his thin fingers into the healing salve. He wiped it tenderly over the gash, swallowing down a hiss before continuing on with treating his wound, going completely by touch st this point. That's when he realized that Remi actually offered to lick his hobos and he rolled his eyes. "Sorry kitty cat. I'm cleaning myself up," he chuckled, seeming more relaxed around the other. Perhaps because they were similar, they both shifted and silver was deadly to them. Finally he set the bandage on his forehead, relaxing lightly once his wound had been fixed.
"I know some medical stuff. How to fix up basic wounds and such. I just don't have any supplies of my own," he informed the others. He just wanted to make sure that thenothers knew that he wasn't some useless member of the team. His hand touched his wound tenderly, before looking back at the vampire, hesitating at the question.
"Oh- I, uh. My packs way of saying goodbye to me," he explained simply. He really didn't think badly of that, it was just how they treated omegas. It was expected. But it was uncomfortable, having to explain it.
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 27, 2017 22:08:40 GMT -5
It was pretty hilarious to see Remy talk himself up. Oh I'm so handsome. Devilishly good looking. A wink, a wonk, a smile. It was all flashy. Though he supposes he can give the guy that he's nice to look at. Rai was better, but still. It seems destiny really wanted to get a group of people together that were nice to look at. Beautiful ladies, beautiful guys. Kind of unfair, really. Though Ezra looked like he needed some meat on his bones. Didn't wolves eat all the time or something? Constantly hunting, killing, frolicking and rolling around?
But boy. Oh boy. Taylor and Remy looked to be getting along just well. That pinch to the cheek? Rai could practically see the red rise in Taylor. This group was going to self destruct. Maybe the ladies could keep them under wraps or something.
"Hey if anyone would get to lick his face it would be me!" He waves his hand, "I'm the vampire, that's like, in my description of living!" He puffs up and gives Remy the side eye. Ezra had already cleaned himself off at this point, so that was kind of a moot effort. "I'm not going to eat him," He huffs and his lip curls, "Really, are you guys just waiting for me to jump one of you? You all have very drinkable blood, you know. Just because it isn't out here on the surface doesn't mean I'm not aware of it- shi- that doesn't help my case at all. I'm not drinking blood unless it's something I hunt or somebody offers." He pushes his thumb in Ezra's way, "He doesn't look like the offering type." He quirks a brow at Remy's question, "...Well, technically. It's drinking. I guess? I drink blood, I can eat food, but sometimes blood is just more filling? But smoothies are kind of like that." Way to ask a guy a weird question. Now he had to think about it. "... I'm just going to say I drink blood, so I don't have to think about it- and yes it's a person or a rabbit, or something else. Morals are kind of skewed no matter what."
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 27, 2017 22:11:19 GMT -5
Taylor squinted his eyes in sheer spite at Remi, he already couldn't stand this guy, especially the way he was mocking him, and his entire species, oh man, he couldn't stand that. His left ye twitched a bit as he held back his anger, his hands also balled up into tight fists as he held back his anger, wanting to punch this guy. Who was he to start prancing around and pinching Taylor's cheeks, he couldn't stand that.
"Do you ever shut up?" He asked Remi, noticing how this guy was literally commenting on ever single thing and he couldn't stand the sound of his voice and the fact that he offered to lick Ezra's blood away was gross and weirded him out. His fingers sparked a bit with magic, he was on edge at the moment and would love to have a duel right about now, years of training every single day then going awhile without it was like depriving him of an addiction.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 27, 2017 22:24:04 GMT -5
"I mean, if you ever needed some blood," Ezra uttered, shrugging his shoulders, his cheeks pinkeng up a little in embarrassment at the offer. Was that too weird? Maybe. But he'd always been the sharing type. Well, he'd had to be. An omega owned nothing. Anything they had was anyone else's property, so, really, putting it out there that the dude could suck his blood wasn't really a big deal to him. Why would it be? His eyes studied the ground, brightening when he saw an old rubber band in the rubble. Perfect. He'd be able to pull up his hakr, keep it out of the way of his face. It'd been getting annoying, anyways, with it getting in his face. The wolf leaned down, grabbing it and pulling his hair back into a messy man-bun for the time being. He felt the familiar weight of his hair on the back of his neck, knowing it'd give him a neck ache eventually but he didn't mind.
He watched Remis and Taylor's little "fight", fighting back a smirk as the Taylor glared at the other. Looked like they were getting along swimmingly already. Clearly it'd be interesting, having those two together nonstop during this journey. He noticed the faint orange around the wizards finger tips, and hoped that things wouldn't get out of control. The last thing they needed was there being one last member in their group. They were all needed for a reason.
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 27, 2017 22:58:49 GMT -5
"Oh." Rai blinks owlishly. He hadn't quite expected that. Especially from how he had been hiding behind Christina earlier. Shy people didn't seem like the type to let someone lap at their neck- or I guess cutting a palm or something is just as effective? Rai himself turns a bit pink at the offer and clears his throat. "I'll uh, keep that in mind. Thank you, Ezra." a bit stiff for a thank you, but the embarrassment coloring his tone kind of weakened that. He watches as Ezra pulls his hair up and it looks heavy. Rai had a lot of hair. Ezra? Had a lot more than a lot.
His attention goes to Taylor and Remy and looks like he would have the amazing role of playing peace keeper- fighting meant more blood and one moment of temptation was enough for one day. Thank you very much.
"Wow speciesism and racism- just a great thing- how about we drop that like a hot potato and work on this whole camp and bonding thing I'm sure we need to do. Uh...go through packs and see what we have for supplies, talk about what we have to add to the table, most embarrassing stories and favorite foods. Right guys, am I right?" He sets a hand on Remy's shoulder and the other on Taylors, "Best of friends, you two, just you see."
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Jul 27, 2017 22:59:50 GMT -5
"Kitty cat?" Remington's nose wrinkles and he bristles, indignant at the nickname. "I can do so much more than just cute lil cats, y'know. Hell, I could even be a werewolf just like you. My offer still stands though, to be honest." He then proceeds to stick his tongue out at Rai. "Yeah, sure, but he'd prefer to be licked by me. Who wouldn't?" He quirks a brow at Rai's next words, thoroughly amused. "Bad case. Tell me, ever drink a Shapeshifter's blood?" Remy's not offering - although he'd probably be willing at some point, seeing as he's a little bit too eager to try anything and everything - but to him, his own blood just kinda tastes like metal. Warm metal. He would know, he's bitten and had his lip bitten too hard a couple times in his life and the kid's not exactly squeamish. But now he's talking to a Vampire and really, what better time to ask?
Remington's demeanor sure does a 180 when it comes to Taylor. He circles the boy much like a shark, tone low and mocking. "Awww, is baby getting upset? Can't take it? That's okay, tell ya what - why don't you run on back home to Daddy?" He pauses, the grin on his face never fading. "I don't shut up unless I change forms or somebody makes me. And I don't think you can really make me do anything without that ring of yours - it's really pathetic you're relying on an item, by the way. Look at you." Remy can see the faint sparks of orange of magic dancing on Taylor's fingertips, sure, but he persists. Remy is always the reckless one... getting a rise out of somebody he finds himself already not too fond of is a fun pastime. But a physical fight? Unlikely - it's hard to provoke him enough for a violent response. Mainly because he's awfully lazy. What a little scrub Remington is.
He almost jumps out of his skin at Rai's touch though. Not because he was suddenly being touched (he's used to it) but because wow, this guy was freezing and Remy himself was always more on the freakishly warm side. He shudders but nonetheless, moves on from further riling Taylor up. Mostly. "I'd love to hear your embarrassing stories, Wizard boy." He all but purrs, "I'm sure you have a boatload of them, look at ya."
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 27, 2017 23:14:07 GMT -5
Taylor took a step closer to Remi, his eyes still twitching from the simmering anger inside of him, what was with this guy? Was he trying to start a fight? I can take him, what's he gonna do, shift into a cat and try and bite me? I could just punch him and my ring would pack enough damage, Taylor though to himself. He ignored Rai trying to calm them down and prevent a fight, because this was what he wanted, he loved fighting and dueling, and the chance to show off his power in front of the group, how could he pass that up? "I don't need a ring to save myself from a guy who turns into a stupid cat." He retaliated with, magic continuing to spark at his fingers, he could feel it, that need to fight, it was like an addict trying to get their fix. He couldn't tolerate it anymore, he needed to fight Remi, he had to fight Remi. Taylor turned his back to Remington, as it appeared he was just going to walk off and let it go, but he whipped around and extended his hands out at Remi, pointing his fingertips as a flash of orange colored lightning shot towards the Shapeshifter from Taylor's hands.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 27, 2017 23:22:19 GMT -5
Ezra wincwd a little at the rather stiff tone in the others voice, although the soft tinge in the others cheeks told him that he was actually embarrassed. Maybe he shouldn't have offered- yikes, did he just make things awkward? Of course Remi wasn't making things any better, mentioning that he'd prefer being licked by him and he let out an embarrassed squeak, before thinking of making things awkward because of his blood sucking comment. He bit his lip nervously at the thought of that, watching as Rai stepped in between the two who looked like they were going to kill each other. Huh. So the vampire was playing peacekeeper for the time being. That was actually a fairly smart move, and he stood up, deciding to help the other.
"Oh, yeah, he's right. We should probably do that. We don't need to be missing a member or two before we even start... whatever this is," he agreed, although his voice was soft and tentative. He really wasn't used to speaking his mind, it had only been a day since he'd been away from the pack, and barely that, so he wasn't sure how his contribution would be recieved. He seemed to hide behind the vampire, hunching his shoulders for a moment, expecting a reprimand but a little confused when one didn't come. Of course the moment Taylor let out his magic he let out an alarmed yelp, scrambling even further behind Rai, his hair seeming to bristle at the sudden attack, even if it wasn't aimed at him, it was definitely reprimand enough.
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 27, 2017 23:26:54 GMT -5
"What- no he wouldn't! You don't even know what it's like to be bit by a vampire, I bet! We have numbing agents in our saliva! You bite someone and it's all teeth and pain- I mean mine's teeth too but no pain!- and No. I haven't had a Shapeshifters blood, there weren't many on the coast." Remy is the first he has ever officially met, actually. So far it had been an experience all it's own.
Immediately Remy is back to taunting Taylor and Rai is left in the middle of the two. Remington was not doing himself any favors by goading Taylor on. His few attempts to get either of them to shut up ended up with him being talked over by Remy. He doesn't miss the jump that Remy almost hides, and his hands pull back. Well. Cold as ever. Taylor didn't jump, but maybe his hot bloodedness was helping him ignore it. In fact he could hear Taylor's blood thrumming and his heart was pulsing. This dude was jonesing to for a fight. What the heck. "Taylor you were like one step away from cooing over it, we get it he was a cute cat. Can't ignore the facts but come on drop this-SHOOT"
Taylor's sending a flash of orange and Rai sorry Remy backpeddles immediately out of harms way and slams into Ezra- the guy was just trying to help and here he was running into him, "Shoot sorry-" he lurches forward again- wait no that is a terrible idea. Magic bad.
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Jul 28, 2017 0:12:11 GMT -5
In Remy's defense, he had tried to move out of the way. But look, he didn't anticipate Taylor suddenly turning around and shooting freaking lightning at him. And no, Remington is not cool enough to suddenly dodge out the way. As a matter of fact, he may or may have not dodged the wrong way and got hit square in the chest - Remy overestimates how fast he moves - and wow, can he just say that it hurts like all hell? The Shapeshifter stumbles back, his face an expression of surprise and pain. He then goes quiet, actually kind of in shock right now. His hands - they're shaking ever so slightly - goes to the front of his sweatshirt, touching the singed fabric lightly. "Wow." His voice is soft and incredulous, holding none of the cockiness and confidence that it did earlier. "You... actually hit me?" It's taking a while to register, in case you haven't noticed.
But once it does actually register that this guy just attacked him, Remington is... kind of mad? It's hard to explain. Feelings are complicated, y'know? But his upper lip curls into a sneer, his fists are clenching, and what he wouldn't give to show Taylor what he was getting into? But Remy also knows that he'd probably end up killing Taylor, assuming the other guy didn't whip out that stupid ring, that's cheating. But he kind of wants to. "I'll show you a stupid cat." He scowls, after much deliberation. "Hit me harder, though." And then Remy's changing into a mythical creature because he likes breaking out the big guns. He suddenly the biggest beast there, towering over the others. His own, lithe frame is replaced with that of a lion's, though not a normal one by any means. A pure black lion, with jagged teeth in many rows that were not unlike a shark's. A scorpion's tail, long and black and flexible, curls over his back. Venomous spikes are at the very top. Bat-like wings unfurl to their full length, revealing an impressive wingspan. A manticore, to be exact. Remy lowers his massive head, slinking low to the ground. His hindquarters are raised slightly above the rest of his body, a sign of a cat about to lunge at their target. (Remington actually wouldn't, of course. But he certainly acts like it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 28, 2017 0:53:07 GMT -5
One minute they're sitting at a fountain. The next minute they're cooing over a cat- then it's a rapid decline to this. The world was doomed and it was going to this dumb group of teenagers fault. Wow. Kind of tragic, kind of dumb. Remy doesn't even try to escape, either! Or maybe he did and somehow he had an absolute garbage sense of direction- he must have because he's got a singed sweatshirt and- a really really pissed off face.
"This is- oh shoot that is not a cat-" He isn't going to admit he is still tempted to call out, 'kitty kitty' and scratch the beasts chin- no. Rai has more self preservation than that.
"Remington- Taylor- really this is not how we play nice- this is the opposite of that action, actually-" He could pin one of them, if he wanted. Taylor would be easier. He had the strength, but what if he held him down just a bit too hard? bruising or fracturing something wasn't...ideal when they probably had to travel.
"s'not fair, either, that you two are the only ones fighting and showing off!- but we aren't supposed to be fighting each other- I think" That'd be messed up. Fighting against each other. Definitely doesn't seem close to, 'banding together to save the world.'
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Post by willowflower on Jul 28, 2017 3:04:17 GMT -5
During this entire shebang, Mycle was a frazzled child curled in the back, still softly dying over Remy's "Call me handsome whenever you want." He wouldn't be surprised if his face were to spontaneously combust, with the amount of heat in his cheeks. Why was everyone so good-looking, anyway? Maybe it was the chosen hero thing - if you're a hero you've got to look good, it's part of the package. (Yes, yes, he's read all the books that claim happily that looks don't matter, it's what on the inside that counts, don't judge a book by its cover - but they all still ironically laud the good looks of their heroes. (Maybe his plain face and round body were another sign someone made a mistake giving him this crystal. (Oh god that's stupid. Looks don't equivocate power. (Then why do all the heroes described as stunning? A coincidence? (Maybe you're being too hard on yourself... (Of course I'm being hard on myself, it's what I do. (Oh god I'm pathetic.) Being hard on myself keeps me humble.) Being too hard on myself makes me doubtful.) Maybe you just think everybody looks pretty because you're a romantic.) Looks may not give you power, but they give you privilege.) Maybe it was a mistake. But Mycle has the crystal now - he might as well play the part.))Anyway, he had pulled himself back into his wheelchair, figuring it was safer to be able to actually move, seeing as Taylor and Remy looked ready to come to blows. He could only blink at the two, puzzled at what he saw as an unnecessary verbal battle. Were - were they trying to rile each other up? What's the point? To feed their own ego? Either way, the tension was crackling, and Mycle was taking a far, far backseat -
Then orange magic flashed and Mycle couldn't hold back his scream when it hit Remy right in the chest. Oh god, oh god, they were hurting each other - Then the shapeshifter had transformed into an enormous, terrifying, black manticore.
Mycle could hear Rai scrambling to calm the two of them down with logic, but that's the thing it's logic, and the two of them were fueled with emotion -
They were going to hurt each other
THEY WERE GOING TO HURT
"STOP IT!" -----------------... . . . . . . .The scream tore from Mycle's throat as he pushed forward as fast as he could, flying across the ground and screeching to a halt between the wizard and the shapeshifter, facing the manticore with a hand outstretched. (It's always easier facing an animal than facing a human.)
A N D E V E R Y T H I N G S T O P P E D.. . . . . . ..........----
Mycle quickly recognized the frozen moment. There was that distinct feeling whenever he bent time to his will - that pressure behind his ear that always told him that he was resisting the movement of nature itself.He forced himself to relax, to release. So he hasn't mastered his control over this yet, seeing how it still responded to his emotions. That's probably not good.
Then the manticore was moving again, and panic flared in his chest. He reached out to grab hold of time again, slowing it down to a crawl. He knew from experience that the others were still aware - still conscious, that is - as time bent around them. Aware that something was wrong, their inner clock battling furiously with the violation of the laws of time and space.
Though it was different from person to person - some people could literally watch time slow, time pause, time quicken, and watch the timebender stroll on normal speed. Other people, often people stuck in their own worldview or people with narrow or closed minds, still saw time as if it was going at the same speed it always was - only they interpreted the movement of the timebender as ridiculously fast or ridiculously slow.
He inhaled deeply. He wanted, desperately, to halt time, give these two knuckleheads the time to cool down, to readjust, to think about what they're doing - but he knew there was no guarantee they'd do such a thing, especially when frozen in time against their will.
So, once more, he released his hold on time, and remained between the shapeshifter and the wizard, trembling in his wheelchair, facing the manticore head on.
"Please, please don't!" he begged, his voice sounding frantic to his ears. His head sped through the possibilities - these two were out to prove something, prove their worth, possibly their manliness, so what would they fear so much they would drop the fighting? You'll look like fools! Whose respect are you trying to earn? "You're scaring everyone!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "What kind of heroes are you?!"
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Post by lozi on Jul 28, 2017 7:55:12 GMT -5
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 28, 2017 8:27:29 GMT -5
Ezra let out a yelp when Rai slammed into him, pain flooding through his body when his still tender wounds were hit. He flinched lightly at that, outstretchimg a hand and grabbing Rai so he wouldn't topple over. He stumbled, but his grasp on the vampires ice cold skin seemed to even him out and he didn't fall. He watched the entire ordeal warily, his body beginning to shift without his permission. That was a common thing with werewolves, especially the younger ones. Once they began to get too nervous or too angry, even sometimes too happy or excited, they'd just begin to shift. His ears slowly made their way to the top of his head, slowly growing and turning furry until two multi colored ears popped out from his white hair. His eyes had turned yellow at this point, and his teeth had sharpened, his fingers starting to turn into claws. It was a reaction out of fear for him, especially when the idiot shifter decided it would be a good idea to change into a friggin mythical beast.
He didn't know which one, but man it looked terrifying. The only thing that hinted Ezra's nervousness was the way his eyes widened. Everything else- the shifting, his ears pinned to the back of his head, his stance- could all be signs of agression as well. Of course he'd not jump into a fight between these two. What could he do in his wolf form, anyways? He was just a weak omega. Ezra had a feeling that he has been giving the letter by mistake. Surely there was someone else in his pack more worthy? Like the alphas son. The wolf was larger than the rest and skilled at at basically everything, although if Ezra had a fair chance Maybe he could outsmart the other. But he was getting lost in his own thoughts again. He swallowed, tugging gently on Rais arm, trying to encourage him to step back and out of the way
"Cmon. I don't think they'll listen to you or anyone else. They're just showing off, and you don't want to get hurt," he murmured in the others ear, still blushing a bit from the argument earlier of who he'd rather be bjtten from. Now that was an embarrassing conversation that he'd rather not relive. He hadn't even thought anything of it, when he offered and now they were taking it and blowing it out of proportion.
Then something weird happened. The quiet one, Mycle, screamed out loud, something that sounded like stop it and then he couldn't move. He was frozen where he had been only moments before, in a position where he was attempting to pull the vampire out of the fray. Now he couldn't move, and panic shot through him. What was going on? Did someone paralyze them? No, that couldn't be right. They were standing. So what was going on? He was so busy panicking about not moving that he wasn't paying attentikn to what Mycle was trying to say.
Then he was released and he let out a gasp, hunching forward as control suddenly reentered his limbs, not realizing he was leaning into the vampire until he regained his senses fully. Blushing he peeked over, releasing his grasp and trying to focus on what the other was saying.
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 28, 2017 12:07:56 GMT -5
[hey guys i have work today, i will (hopefully) be on in 4 hours and i don't work next until tuesday YAY
astro - possibly, the angel girl never finished her form]
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Post by lozi on Jul 28, 2017 12:16:24 GMT -5
[hey guys i have work today, i will (hopefully) be on in 4 hours and i don't work next until tuesday YAY astro - possibly, the angel girl never finished her form] [ Alright. I'm not the best at RPing girls, but I'll give it my best shot. Let me know if the spot opens up ]
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 28, 2017 13:09:13 GMT -5
Everyone around him was getting angry- panicked- nobody was listening to him (who would really, he was garbage at peacekeeping, normally he was an instigator) and everyone's blood was just pumping. It was terribly terribly distracting even in the midst of what was sure to be a horrendous fight. The ache that he had soothed out of his teeth was back (thankfully still not a pressing issue, unless these idiots drew blood, then he might be dismissing himself).
Ezra yelped when he slammed into him, and Rai can barely get that apology out. There are hands around him and he's distantly startled by the heat. He might have been tempted to press into it- hey Ezra was willingly touch him, Remy had been warm but jumped away, Rai liked the heat, ok?- He was startled when the fingers gripping him turned sharp. Ezra was tugging him back gently (Rai was glad, those claws looked rather sharp and he was kind of insulted that his nails didn't match up) and then he was mumbling in his ear. Was Rai not supposed to blush at something like that? What the heck. Where had smooth Rai gone? The one that could easily do something like this and live off the thrill of the giggle he got for his efforts. Probably because Rai was usually the chaser, he didn't get any treatment like that. Wait no- Ezra was just trying to make sure Rai wasn't an idiot and put himself in a position to be killed. Right. So Rai lets himself be tugged backwards, because the guy was right, Rai wasn't fancying being ripped open by claws or who knows what by magic.
Mycle moves forward and Rai just about lurches forward again- Did no one here have self preservation?! Mycle was small enough to look even smaller between a beast and Taylor. Then the world around him seems to shift around them. He couldn't quite explain it. Mycle was breathing at a normal rate, eyes darting in real time. Taylor, Ezra, Remy, Christina and Lilith though? All like they were wading through mud. Slow and sluggish. It felt like Ezra pulling him back was a snails pace, and he became hyper aware of his own breathing. Was he getting enough air? Before he could dwell on that time seemed to rush forward and he nearly stumbles when Ezra's weight just suddenly goes heavy against him.
Mycle was talking again. When Rai went to look up, compared to slow movements before, his head moving felt like a hummingbirds pace. Wow. He'd need a moment. "Y-yeah guys, we're in public too!" He eyes the street around him, "You don't know who is around and who else could get hurt-" They hadn't even brought up the possibility of hunters. Here they were, just a group of 'monstrous magical beasts' that could easily be a target. He knew hunters had been trained to kill their lot; Rai knew he hadn't been trained to fight back.
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 28, 2017 16:06:40 GMT -5
Taylor's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as he saw Remi shift into this terrifying creature, he had no idea what it was, but if they were real, he wasn't heading into Shifter territory any time soon. He stepped back a few feet, but his scowled returned, quickly replacing the look of horror that was on his face. He could fight this thing-whatever it was with no problem, he wanted to win, to show that he was the best. His fingers were coated in orange sparks as his rage was starting to build, Remi thought he could beat him, ha, no one could beat Taylor, he thought. His years of expericence training with Master Wizards and natural ability proved his strength. He rose his hands up together, starting to build a ball of hot orange lightning, he heard the other guys say something, one of them yelling their names then it hit Taylor. It was like a fuzzy cloud was all over him...and everyone, like it took him seconds just to blink and process thoughts, Is this what passing out is like? Wait, why would I be passing out? Did Remi kill me? Am I dying? What is this? Was I drugged? Taylor thought. His eyes slowly turned over to the wheelchair kid who had been yelling at him, for some strange reason, he seemed to be moving at normal speed...except with a strange look on his face. Then a thought crossed Taylor, something that he'd read before his quest, trying to recall the passage. "Elementals are usually nature-based, water, fire, air, earth and others like that, some are able to bend space and very rarely, a few in every lifetime have the ability to control time", He thought, then just as he finished remembering the passage, he could breath at a normal pace, everything was....normal. He turned away from the giant black scorpion thing and looked at Mycle, his face in utter shock. "Did...was that...d-did you just...freeze time?" He asked, barely unable to get a couple words out with how strange and weird and cool that was.
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Post by willowflower on Jul 28, 2017 19:22:13 GMT -5
Mycle stiffened with a squeak, turning his head to peek over his shoulder. "M-maybe?" he said weakly. His heart thudded in his chest; he wasn't sure what to make of the look of shock on Taylor's face. Was that... bad? At least it looked like Taylor forgot about fighting, if only for a moment.
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Jul 28, 2017 20:30:36 GMT -5
{ tfw you send your reply and the page reloads and everything but it didn't go through and now you've lost it,,, i'm dead rn }
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formerly ~Hazelfur~, ღCrystalbladeღ and The Black Queen on the old forums
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 28, 2017 20:41:40 GMT -5
oh god i am so, so sorry]
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Post by Salted Squid on Jul 28, 2017 21:07:05 GMT -5
[hey guys i have work today, i will (hopefully) be on in 4 hours and i don't work next until tuesday YAY astro - possibly, the angel girl never finished her form] [ Alright. I'm not the best at RPing girls, but I'll give it my best shot. Let me know if the spot opens up ] You can go ahead and take the spot! I've been seriously lacking muse lately and I have no clue how I'd jump in at this point tbh))
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formerly ~Hazelfur~, ღCrystalbladeღ and The Black Queen on the old forums
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 28, 2017 21:11:27 GMT -5
got it!]
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Post by lozi on Jul 28, 2017 21:47:40 GMT -5
[ Alright. I'm not the best at RPing girls, but I'll give it my best shot. Let me know if the spot opens up ] You can go ahead and take the spot! I've been seriously lacking muse lately and I have no clue how I'd jump in at this point tbh)) [ Thanks Ruby! ]
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Post by lozi on Jul 28, 2017 21:49:08 GMT -5
[ Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡBy any chance, can I make a fallen angel? I was thinking that this quest could be his redemption or something. If not, I can just make a normal angel. ]
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formerly ~Hazelfur~, ღCrystalbladeღ and The Black Queen on the old forums
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 28, 2017 21:55:37 GMT -5
that sounds cool!!!!! he can still have angel powers if ya want c: ]
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Jul 28, 2017 22:44:37 GMT -5
{ First version of this reply was better,,, rip. It will be missed. Apologies if this reply is weird bc ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ }
Remington has never been more grateful to be able to move. Having the time around you manipulated isn't fun. Remy could account for that - it was a feeling like no other, in short. An unpleasant one that left him feeling utterly helpless. So it's no surprise that once Mycle releases his hold on time, Remington immediately begins to move. Spiky tail lashing wildly to and fro, he begins pacing, circling. His breathing has suddenly turned heavy, unsure and confused more than anything. It's a rasping, ragged noise, shallow and rapid as his furry chest heaves and trembles with each outlet of air. So yes, maybe some part of Remington is scared? The animal in him or whatever you'd like to call it is probably the most reasonable side of Remy. And the dumb instincts that came with it were very present in his current form. It's a weird thing, really - one side is telling him to get the heck out of there before Mycle does that thing again but then there's another part of him that's infuriated and really just wants to hurt them more than anything? The manticore continues pacing, little gruff sounds escaping. As if it was thinking, almost. Remy's head is held to the side, giving sidelong glances towards Taylor and Mycle.
He suddenly stops moving, facing them. His gaze flickers between Taylor and Mycle, Mycle and Taylor, not sure of who he'd rather focus on more. Then slowly, he cocks his head to the left.
Before he launches a volley of spikes from his tail at the two. The missiles were not targeted directly at them, however. Rather, Remington was aiming as close as he could without actually hitting them - the spines were venomous and if it so much as scraped one of them, it'd temporarily paralyze them and he wasn't exactly in the mood to carry either of them. Remy shrinks back into his human form and without missing a beat, puts his hands over his head, grabs his sweatshirt from the back of his neck, and yanks it over his head. "I really liked this sweater too." He says with a dramatic sigh, not addressing anybody in particular. He doesn't spare any of them a glance, acting as if what just happened didn't actually happen. Remy briefly picks at the singed fabric, assessing the damage. "Damn." The white tank top he wore underneath was also burnt from Taylor's lightning, of course, but to a lesser degree. It contrasts sharply with the Shapeshifter's dark skin and even darker tattoos, only really visible on his upper arms and in one of his wrists. Remy ties the sweatshirt around his waist before stretching his arms above his head, back arching as he yawned. "Well! It is kinda late, camp-setting-up time, anyone?"
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 28, 2017 23:08:59 GMT -5
Ezra let out an alarmed yelp as the strange creature sent a volley of venomous spikes towards the other two members, but didn't leap any further behind his frie- companion than he already did. He blushed a little at the fact that the other was blushing before the whole time-freezing thing. Why was he blushing? Why was Rai blush- oh. They were pretty close. Ezra was whispering in the others ear. That probably looked a lot worse than he meant it to be. Did that mean that Rai- nope. Not going there. He had to focus on the problem at hand: the friggen ginormous what-ever-it-was that was clearly ticked in front of them. Wait. Where'd it go?
The wolf watched Remi warily, realizing he'd reverted back into his human form. He scooted away from Rai, making sure he was standing next to the vampire and he realized he was still half-shifted. He glanced down at his claws, before glancing up at Remi, unsure about him now. He kinda seemed a bit... unhinged and it was making him a little bit nervous.
"Uh, sure. Camp setting up. Should we go back into the forest and do so? It'd be safer there..." He suggested quietly, biting his lip as he did so. No need to bring up the crazy event that just happened. Instead he was focused on setting up camp. He'd feel more comfortable in the woods, but that was the werewolf in him. If the others wanted to set up in this place, in this city he wouldn't complain.
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 28, 2017 23:15:57 GMT -5
Taylor froze in fear for a moment, again in shock by the giant spikes that were inches from his face. He was actually shaking a little, but would never admit that. He took a deep breath, sucked it up and his face returned to his natural, semi-angry face and he glanced back at Remi, listening to him complain about his stupid shirt. Taylor did learn one important thing from this, he had clearly underestimated these guys, they were all just as powerful as he was...maybe even a bit stronger, but he would never admit to that. Ever. He heard Remi talk about his earlier idea before all the commotion, setting up camp. He just nodded slowly, Remi seemed to be over and Taylor decided he should be too. "Yeah...camp," He said quietly, still a little bit overwhelmed by the manticore and time stopping all happening in a matter of minutes. He shook his head a bit, snapping back out of it and gave a stern nod, "Yeah, I'll go look for some stuff to make a fire with." He informed everyone as he walked off towards one of the empty buildings, his shadow withering away as the sun was almost done setting over the horizon. He ran a hand through his dark hair and walked into a building that had a giant gaping hole in it's side. He walked around, picking up some sticks and paper, anything that would burn.
Christina had been sitting on the fountain, watching the whole scene play out, in fact she hadn't noticed that Mycle was able to control time, it just seemed like her vision got fuzzy for a couple seconds and then Taylor looked at Mycle like he was some kind of god and said something about time manipulation. She was quite shocked actually, that seemed like an amazingly cool ability and this guy was probably a lot more powerful than he was leading on. At least the fighting had stopped, she didn't feel like dealing with two guys who wanted nothing more than to prove their masculinity to each other. She walked over to where Ezra, Mycle, and Rai were, wondering if they should divide up the work for setting up camp. "Um...maybe we should stay here...the Angel hasn't shown up yet and if we leave they might not find us." She said quietly, glancing around at everyone, she looked like a toddler standing next to them at her short height. She had brought some rations for herself to eat during the trip, but it was definitely not enough to feed five guys, plus herself and Lillith, they had to get food someway, and she probably wasn't the best to do it. "What should we do for food?" She asked the group, wondering if they had a better idea.
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Post by willowflower on Jul 29, 2017 1:55:49 GMT -5
Mycle didn't say anything, still struggling to gain control over his breathing. He stared wide-eyed at his shaking hands, his breath noisily trembling.
When the volleys of spikes struck, Mycle had let out a scream that rang in his own ears as he covered his head and shrank back as far as he could. That was when he'd stop time no matter what - he believed with all of his heart that he was going to die - but he'd already bent time just seconds ago. He couldn't do it again if he wanted to. That kind of power needed restraints; you can't go bending time nilly-willy. No. If he were to bend time, he wouldn't be able to do so again for a good chunk of time (hah) - an hour at the least, a day at most. (Perhaps it's to let the timeline settle back into its natural rhythm.) Maybe he'd be able to bend twice in a row, but that's the most he's going to get, and even that's a gamble. And he couldn't go doing it forever, either. He's never tested the limits before, but he could feel the effort draining his energy - it scared him. What if he left himself without enough energy to even allow his heart to beat?
There were two spikes that had buried themselves into the ground near him, having barely missed him. He had stared at them in disbelief before raising a shocked look at the back of the nonchalant Remington, who simply pulled off his burnt sweatshirt and suggested camping time. Had his mistake been that severe?
It didn't even occur to him that his goal was accomplished, that the two had stopped fighting because of him. (Even if it wasn't the way he liked.) That maybe his timebending simply scared Remington, that the other was maybe a bit of a jerk. That Remington wasn't trying to hit him. All that clung to his mind was how the shapeshifter aimed at him and fired.
Was Remington was disappointed that he missed?
Surely, his mind whispered, and that's all it took.
A sob broke out of his mouth. Horrified, Mycle clapped a hand over it, then the other hand over that, but the sobs kept coming, breaking free of his chest as he choked on his own residue panic. Someone already tried to kill him - someone in their own group wanted him dead. Hated him enough, despised him enough, couldn't stand his existence any longer. Maybe that'd be for the best, he thought bitterly, and that made the tightening of his throat even worse. He shoved the sobs back in and wiped away the tears as fast as they came, but the panic was still racing along his limbs, caging his chest. Breathing was a mountain to climb. His hands hugged his chest, clutched his knees, his wheels, his head tilting up and looking around as he fought for breath, horrible thought after thought crowding his mind. There was the overwhelming sense to get out.
But where to, he had no idea.
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