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Post by lozi on Jul 30, 2017 14:27:16 GMT -5
Lars flinched away from Remy's touch, his leg instantly flying out to knock his legs out from under him. His hands were glowing with light, aimed at Remington's face. He swore under his breath, and averted his hand just in time, the beam of light traveling at, well, light speed into the ground. It was as if a meteor had hit the surface, leaving a circular hole big enough for a person to stand in in its wake. "Sorry, reflex." He muttered, mostly to those watching. He hoped he wasn't too scary right now. His quick temper had always been one of his less charming traits.
He turned to Remington, his face a mask of fury. "Don't ever touch me again." He adjusted the trench coat on his shoulders, his face bright red with a mix of anger and embarrassment. He didn't like the way he'd put his head on his shoulder, but he wasn't quite looking for a fight. Yet. "I can see why you got into a fight already." He muttered.
He really didn't like this group. Was it too late to give the crystal to someone else, and let them save the world? These guys all seemed to be jerks, and he hated the way he was reacting to it. He used to be so carefree. Why had everything changed? He knew why. Fallen Angels were doomed to be unhappy, to long for what they used to have.
He smoothed his hair, and stuck out a hand to Remington as a peace offering, wondering if he would rather let him stay on the ground. He would.
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 30, 2017 14:29:12 GMT -5
Taylor sort of shrugged, even though the group had sort of met and everything, the Angel hadn't missed too much of the drama, he wasn't sure exactly how much the rest of the group told him or what they had said. It obviously had to be something nice or a compliment on Taylor's power, because what else would it be? "I mean, we pretty much met each other and everything, Remington and I had a bit of a scuffle, that was pretty interesting then we learned that Mycle can stop time, I don't even know where Christina went, she's a bit on the creepy side, but I mean, whaddya expect from a Reaper? Anyways, are you any good at building fires?" Taylor asked him. He had never been camping before or even stayed a night outside, he was used to his family's huge estate where he had his own game room and bathroom and never had to lift a finger. In fact, the only reason he knew the right stuff for a fire was because of some survival research he had done before leaving so he didn't look like a complete idiot.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 30, 2017 15:27:35 GMT -5
"I can," Ezra said softly, watching how violently the other reacted to being touched. He flinched a little at the reaction, but he still tried to keep as calm as he could. He shifted a little, studying the odd pattern of his wings, sympathy twisting in his chest at the sight of how miserable the fallen angel was. Maybe he could hunt down some birds, pull off the feathers and see if he could use them for his own. No doubt he was self conscious about how odd the wings looked. They didn't look like what he'd imagine them to be.
"I mean, I've done it a few times," he added, rubbing the back of his neck. He'd had to build fires during the winter so he wouldn't die from the cold. He glanced at what they had, hoping someone had at least a little bit of flin- wait. He checked his pockets, remembering that he always tried to keep the black rock with him. He smiled a little when he felt the familiar lump in his pant pocket, relaxing. He could definitely help out, be more useful than he had been.
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Post by lozi on Jul 30, 2017 15:41:36 GMT -5
Lars was definitely not happy with this whole situation. The group was probably in danger of losing a member. He withdrew his hand after a while, feeling like a stranger in a strange land. People had probably made alliances with each other, and he was last to the party. Which ones were friendly with each other? If he angered one, would if incite the anger of another? These people honestly seemed to be full of themselves. So full, they just might burst if they weren't careful.
He'd never liked to be touched, when he was younger he was oftentimes hit by the other kids. That was until he got bigger, then they left him alone. He still hated physical contact, though.
He fished around In his bag, looking for a distraction. Finding a hard loaf of bread, he pulled it out, breaking through the crust to the soft inside. He chewed absent mindedly, kicking rocks into a little circle. Once he had made a decent fire circle, he picked up the wood and set it beside it.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 30, 2017 15:59:35 GMT -5
Ezra made his way over to Lars, giving him enough personal space so he wouldn't be uncomfortable. He could relate to the whole not wanting to be touched thing- he had a strong aversion to it as well. Well, at least until he grew close to someone. Then he was incredibly cuddly. But still, the only people he was okay with them touching him was the twins at this point. He'd grabbed Rai only because he was worried the Vampire was going to get hurt, and patted Mycle because he thought it would help. But after eighteen years as an omega, his thoughts on touching changed.
"Hey, uh, Lars? I have some flint if there's enough to get the fire started," he offered, pulling out the two rocks and holding out his hand. It was a peace offering, perhaps a thanks for healing his head wound. His green eyes were bright and friendly, although they held the same wariness they always did. He didn't quite believe in the good in people until they truly proved themselves, which was why he was so nervous here.
His stomach growled at the sight of the old bread, but he pretended it didn't, instead he set the flint down near the angel and started to set up the sticks so it would burn longer. He had more things to focus on than silly hunger, something he usually could ignore with ease.
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Jul 30, 2017 16:19:12 GMT -5
A puff of air escapes as Remington falls backwards, landing hard. His tailbone is probably never going to be the same, especially seeing as he's not falling in soft dirt or anything. Mismatched, narrowed eyes flicker upwards to meet Lars'. His narrowed gaze is unmoving, accompanied by deliberate, slow breathing. Like he was fighting something back and losing. Still sitting, Remy leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "Don't ever touch me again." He mocks in a voice meant to be Lars'. Except, it kind of is. Remy is an eerily good mimic - probably just comes with being a Shapeshifter. His tone, pitch, everything is there. Disregarding where he breathes between words. That can't really be altered unless he's shapeshifted. The Angel's hand goes ignored and Remington is glad when he pulls it back.
A lot of touching came with being around somebody as tactile as Remington. He'd touch people to establish rapport with them, quick to hug somebody or drape his arm over their shoulders. He'd tap people on the arm to get their attention, ruffle their hair when he was in a playful mood. He simply wasn't afraid to touch or be touched - sometimes, he wasn't even aware his leg or arm was brushing against somebody else's. It was natural to him. And Remington was never alone in this - bless his tribe and their complete and utter lack of regard for personal space. They're just physical people. So it's kind of... jarring that there's such a difference now? Remy feels a wriggling unease settle deep within the pit of his stomach - probably lowkey culture shock or something, he's guessing. Whatever it was, he'd really like to go back home right about now. Where not everybody was oversensitive and so irritable.
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Actually, his crystal and letter were still in his back pocket and he hadn't taken them out. Remington could probably pull something like: 'Woah, this isn't the Animals Unite Against Cages Convention? Who knew, silly me, big yikes - bye.' and get the hell out of there. Probably give the two items away to some other Shapeshifter on his way home. Like, 'They're your problem now, good luck!' Wishful thinking or a legitimate thought to consider? Still on the ground, he rolls over onto his belly, shifting into a maned wolf. That is very predictably all black. Remy crosses his two front paws, resting his chin on them and wondering if he could actually just... get up and leave. The more he thought about it, the easier it seemed. Huh.
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 30, 2017 16:28:33 GMT -5
"No need for any of that fire lighting stuff." Taylor said as he stepped up, trying to act like Mr. Hero and looked down at Ezra, they didn't need any lighter or matches, Taylor knew about five different spells for setting stuff on fire, one of them was even specifically for making this crazy looking monster out of fire, but he almost passed out last time he tried to use it. Taylor looked down at the sticks in the way Ezra had arranged them and pointed one of his hands towards it. "Ignite." He said quietly in a wispy tone of voice. As soon as the word left Taylor's mouth a couple sparks shot out from his finger tips and lit the pile on fire into a bright orange flame. He watched as the fire crackled a bit, catching on some of the dry grass and leaves Taylor had brought back. He smiled, rather proud of himself that he was able to start the fire, again, still trying to prove himself over Lars in some stupid way, but that was Taylor's thing, he just had to let everyone know that he was better, superior, stronger than anyone, no matter what, even if he was just an idiot trying to show off that he could make fire. He heard someone coming towards them and his finger lit up in orange when he smelled blood, seeing someone come towards them, the silhouette made them look like a deformed monster.
Christina carried the deer back through the city and finally caught sight of the group, she could see a tall guy who didn't look familiar and assumed he must be the angel. She was in her regular human form, but a short girl carrying a rather large doe over her shoulders would look strange to anyone from far away. After a bit of walking, she finally reached the group and set the deer down next to the decent-sized fire. "I-uh, brought dinner since some of you guys didn't bring anything." She said, glancing around the group. She looked at the new guy, observing him, finally realizing how tall he was compared to her. His halo was crooked, weird, she thought. Christina didn't know very much about Angels, in fact she assumed that most of them were all blonde and happy and cheery all the time, not...this. But, she wasn't the type to judge, there was probably more to whatever story this guy had, but she broke away from her thoughts as she felt a large amount of fear coming off of someone, a tiny smile appeared on her face when she realized it was Taylor. Mr. Man was scared of a little old Reaper? She was definetly taking note of that for later, just in case.
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Post by lozi on Jul 30, 2017 16:35:23 GMT -5
Lars turned to Ezra expecting to have to fight someone else. He was scowling, but relaxed noticeably when he offered him the rocks. He smiled that small smile, taking the rocks from him gratefully. He chose to ignore the mocking tone of the other teen.
Ezra's stomach growled loudly, and it didn't go unnoticed to Lars. He held out the loaf to him. "Can you hold this while I light the fire? I don't want to put it down. Feel free to help yourself while you're at it."
Picking out some dry grasses, he balled them up, but stopped when Taylor shouldered his way over. He let him ignite the fire, rolling his eyes at how haughty he was. "Oh look. Wizzy boy isn't a failure. Big deal." He muttered under his breath.
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Post by lozi on Jul 30, 2017 16:40:23 GMT -5
Whoops. I'll edit my post didn't see the other other posts. ]]
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 30, 2017 17:14:08 GMT -5
Ezra's eyes brightened when the angel handed him the piece of bread and then said he could have some. No doubt the other could hear his stomach growling, which was embarrassing, yes, but not enough for him to refuse food. He'd learned early on to take what he could, and he tore off the hardened bits, leaving the softer and more tasty piece for the owner of the bread. His teeth were already sharpened, so the hard exterior didn't bother him much.
He savored the taste of the dried food in his mouth, not having tasted bread for years. He swallowed the bit slowly, scowling as Taylor shouldered his way through and set the sticks on fire. He handed the soft bread back to the other, careful to not touch the other as he did so, respecting the others aversion to touch.
"If you were going to set the thing on fire, why'd you ask is to do so?" Ezra asked with a tinge of annoyance in his voice. He scowled at Taylor, the wizard annoying him already. The guy had some kind of God complex, he swore. His nose twitched, scenting the blood and Christina, his eyes sharpening and teeth as well, letting out a growl at the smell of it, his wolf coming out before he caught himself and stopped doing so.
"That's awesome. Thank you, Christina. Now, who here eats their meat cooked?" He asked, curious. He really didn't know who preferred it that way, knowing that he wanted his own raw, like the pack usually ate.
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Post by willowflower on Jul 30, 2017 19:39:29 GMT -5
Mycle looked up to peer uncertainly at the newcomer, eyes widening at the sight of the barbed wire in place of a halo. ("Don't worry about it," he murmured to Ezra. The casual touch had made his wheelchair feel more normal, as opposed to like a contagious disease.) He shifted nervously - he'd read about the phenomenon. Angel halos contorting, growing as twisted and corrupted as its owner's heart. The sign of a fallen angel. (He couldn't help but snort at the pun. Puns were the best.)
The sight of him made Mycle nervous. A fallen angel? Saving the world? Somehow he strongly doubted the other would want that. On the other hand, the notion was rather romantic - the angsty fallen angel with a dark past, trying to save the world and learning about friendship along the way. Already he could tell the angel was trying, offering to heal Ezra and all. And his wings... Mycle was both horrified and awed. He wondered if he asked nicely enough Lars would let him draw his wings.
Remy. Already Mycle felt bitter. Part of him was probably perpetually scared of the guy, but now that Remy's touched Lars and mocked his discomfort Mycle was more angry than anything. No consequences. Learning nothing. It's like the guy smears dirty handprints on the world and doesn't care who he hurts - what kind of soul thinks like he's so entitled? Mycle cannot believe he once thought the guy was cute. (Then again, he had been in cat form.)
Then came the sickening smell of blood.
Mycle's stomach lurched. Clapping a hand over his nose and mouth, he turned his head with wide eyes to see the deer draped over Christina's shoulders. Already bile was threatening to fill his mouth. He quickly looked away, breathing harshly. Just the smell of cooked meat made him feel a little sick, but recently killed raw meat? It was a traumatizing sight.
Oh no. Oh no no no. How was he going to explain that he was a vegetarian?
"Sorry, I can't," he whispered to Ezra, one of the only two he trusted at the moment. "Can't - not meat." I am NOT going to throw up, he told himself sternly, no matter how much his stomach disagreed.
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 30, 2017 20:46:29 GMT -5
(sorry guys, been with my family all day! I'll be able to respond in like an hour!)
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 30, 2017 21:34:48 GMT -5
[thinking about going down to one character and giving up taylor so some one can bring a girl in, whaddya guys think? cause we have six guys just to like even it out. y/n?]
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Post by willowflower on Jul 30, 2017 23:18:14 GMT -5
((it does sound nice to have even numbers, but taylor's kind of been a big part already tho? like in terms of the group dynamic and everything. i mean, there's also changing his gender, tho his clinging to masculinity is a pretty major part of his personality. there could always be trans charries too :3 i had been thinking about bringing in mycle's genderfluidity))
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 30, 2017 23:31:38 GMT -5
[got it!! just wondering what you guys thought, I think I'll just keep him around lol oh yeah!! I've finally thought of most of the plot) adventure thing, did you want me to tell you guys or nah?]
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Post by willowflower on Jul 30, 2017 23:51:51 GMT -5
((ooh, yes please!))
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 31, 2017 0:02:01 GMT -5
(yeah he is unintentionally starting a lot of fights {not that other people aren't too but still} it's good conflict lol. And yes i am eager to know! Sorry again. My friend is leaving for college at 9 am so i'm kinda latching onto her for sone last minute affections)
The area Rai had deemed as the best spotnto sleep was finally cleared. He had heard Some bickering from behind him which he had ignored as it happened. He turns and instead stares straight ahead at Christina.
Now this was a cruel trick.
He presses his tongue hard against his teeth and he shoves his hands into his pockets.
He ate. Sure. Cooked deer? Great. Fresh blood? Better. Great. Perfect.
"Uh." His thought process is a little slow because that's still very fresh.
Okay ignore it. Ignore it. Or just... politely grab a limb and walk away to eat it. Instead he finds himself right in front of Christina, "I just- can I take some of that I'll go elsewhere with it-" he didn't need an audience.
Mycle is making some noise behind him and he quickly looks at him. He wanted to comfort him- hey it's too late, it's going to something good, we'll get something else to eat- but honestly he was kind of salivating and it wouldn't come out right.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 31, 2017 0:16:21 GMT -5
Ezra noticed both Mycles negative reaction towards the meat, and Rais... overly positive one. Which made sense, because he was an obviously hungry vampire that needed to feed. The white wolf waved Rai, clearly saying that he could comfort Mycle. He could feed himself.
The thin man crouched down, resting his arm on the others wheelchair, using his other hand to squeeze Mycles knee in an attempts to calm the other guy down, his eyes a vibrant yellow now as he fought against his own urges, considering how hungry he was. It was always a struggle, even though he'd grown used to it.
"Hey, you want me to go and find some berries or something?" He asked, understanding immediately that the guy must be some kind of vegetarian. Like, an actual one, who seemed genuinely sick around meat.
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 31, 2017 0:18:51 GMT -5
[alright so i need someone to get angry and throw their note in the fire, once it burns it's gonna release some smoke in the shape of a letter, so the rest do it, the smoke spells out mountain. There's only one mountain in Arura, Devil's peak. So the team decides to go there. They get to the island, someone basically falls into a hidden alcove and finds this house. The girl who gave them the notes used to live there. They go her stuff, looking for clues, someone finds her journal, they go through it and find some clues about she figured out who got rid of the mist, it was three brothers, a demon, a wizard and a reaper. The wizard brother is prison, so they break in and find him and he says that the other two are in Dusk city, so they travel there and that's all i have so far!
I mean, the eight are gonna have some huge battle with them, and the crystals are the key to restoring the mist, but I'm not sure how to link that in, I'm thinking the evil reaper or demon has a crystal and all 9 crystals are all from this place and they gotta go fix it.
Also i was thinking that if we want a set back that someone could die and they gotta travel to the moon pool and the angel (now lars) brings them back to life orrrr they end up getting split up and have to go find each other orrr other stuff, i mean, i am open to ideas or we don't have to have any set backs, up to you guys!!!]
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Post by lozi on Jul 31, 2017 0:21:19 GMT -5
The sight of the meat sent Lars back to being a little boy, when his parents still had time and didn't constantly worry about his older brother. Often times, they would leave their cozy cabin and trek into the woods for a family camping trip. They'd show Lars how to trap, snare, and shoot animals with a bow and arrow. They let him start fires, and taught him how to survive. It was one of the few reasons being kicked out with practically nothing to his name wasn't a devastating blow to his survival.
His belly growled audibly at the thought of roasted deer. "Can I have the leg? I'll smoke some so it'll keep longer, too." He hadn't had proper meat in a little while, seeing as it was perishable. This was definitely a great treat.
Not to everyone though, apparently. A wave of discomfort and disgust came from someone behind him. Turning around to see someone in a wheelchair, about to lose his lunch ( if he'd had any ). Vegetarians.
He was sure that he could spare a couple of items for him. He brought his bag over towards him, setting it on the ground. He still hasn't taken it off yet, and was looking like he might bolt at any second. "Hey. I have a couple of things if you want. I've got a trail mix, a couple of apples, a couple of cans of vegetarian baked beans, and another loaf of breads. I mean, it's a little hard, but that's all I've got that's not meat, if that's the problem with the deer."
He rubbed the back of his neck. He was really trying here, partly because of the overwhelming nausea that was rolling off of this dude, it almost made him feel bad, and because he seemed to be Ezra's friend, they way he turned to him for help. Ezra, so far, was his favorite- the only person he could stand in this camp, and he wanted to stay on his good side. He didn't seem to be scared of him, or treat him like an animal in the zoo, and he hadn't challenged him, which made him dislike him less than the others, to the point where he almost didn't mind him.
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 31, 2017 0:39:35 GMT -5
(he'd feel at least somewhat compelled to try and save him x'D)
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 31, 2017 0:41:21 GMT -5
[ XD agreed, my nails are finally dryyyyyyy yay, also whoever wants to get angry first can throw their note in the fire!]
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Post by willowflower on Jul 31, 2017 1:27:40 GMT -5
((it's ironic and beautiful how the main meat/blood eaters are super understanding of the vegetarian also, love the plan; an organized and interesting plotline to follow ^.^ also setbacks are always the best bc drama ~ i like the 9 crystal idea, maybe the reaper or the demon could be like an anti-hero and end up joining them and learning the magic of friendship? (also is there a possibility of rping one of those guys? x3) hm, everyone seems chill now... maybe some drama can start and get someone angry enough to chuck their note. it would actually be funny if the more mellow of the peeps get that enraged))
Mycle blinked up at Ezra and Lars, both relieved and a little surprised. "Berries are good," he managed, tugging his sweater sleeve over his hand and pressing the fabric against his nose to keep out the smell. "Nuts too if you can find them." Already he was planning on sticking to Ezra's side for the remainder of the trip. And perhaps Rai too. "Thank you..." As long as he didn't look...
Looking at Lars, he felt warmth beginning to grow in the pit of his stomach, touched that he would not only think of vegetarianism but also offer other options. Then again, he is still, technically, an angel, he reminded himself, smiling a little at the sort-of pun. "That - that sounds really good," he said, trying to inject as much of the warmth he felt into his voice. "Thank you. Maybe the bread and the apples, for now? The beans might not agree with my stomach." They're vegetarian, though! his brain wailed, but Mycle doesn't feel like going through a night filled with gas. "Plus I wouldn't - I couldn't take too much of your food. It's yours, after all."
He was running through it in his head, thinking maybe he could put sliced apples on top of the bread. That might be good. Mycle did have some packed meals in anticipation of a long trip, but they were mostly comprised of pills and vitamins and not-so-tasty stuff to keep good and to make sure his stomach doesn't go nuts. Fresh fruit? Yes please. "I just need to, um. Sit not near the deer. Would - would you happen to have a knife, too? To, uh..." As he fumbled for the word, he mimed slicing something. "... cut the apple?"
((ezra's gonna be the fav of the entire group i swear, so he's perfect for killing off/reviving))
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 31, 2017 1:39:08 GMT -5
[thanks willow!!! and not sure yet, I was thinking of doing them, but i'm already getting lazy with both christina and taylor XD but yeah, if you want to sure!!! just make sure they're like, beyond evil n stuff, like straight up savage, would you rather have the demon or reaper?]
Christina watched and felt a strange...calmness from the group, she saw as everyone was so nice to Mycle as he tried to explain he was vegetarian, that was no stranger to Christina as her aunt was also one, but that was because of how scarce animals where in her home, she wondered why Mycle was a vegetarian, and the way he became so sickly when smelling the meat was a bit strange to her. She reached into her bag and took out a small pocket knife and handed it to Mycle, might as well trying being nice since I was the one who's making him feel like vomiting, she thought. "Here ya go," She said, trying to make an attempt at being friendly to at least one person. She felt kinda bad about the deer, not realizing how strong the smell was until now, but to her it was delicious and mouth-watering, not rancid whatsoever. Everyone has their own preference I guess, She thought as she watched the flames run over the wood, catching on small pieces of the bark sticking out, a chill running down her spine. Christina was also a safe distance away from the fire, trying to make sure she was out of the range to breath in any of the smoke. Just as Mycle was to meat, Christina was to fire, but she tried her best not to let on, she didn't want any attention or for anyone to ask. She tried to focus back on the smell of the meat, wondering when dinner would be done.
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Post by willowflower on Jul 31, 2017 2:12:34 GMT -5
((oh yay, thanks! beyond evil, huh? ooh, i have someone in mind :3 could i play the reaper?))
"Oh, thank you," Mycle said, smiling up at Christina. It felt like he was saying a lot of thank-you's today. A bit of self-loathing stabbed him in the stomach; has he done anything for anyone else? Or was he just sitting there all useless, asking for help like a baby?
He slowly took the knife, staring at the blade. His diet was partly out of necessity - he had never been in the best health, ever since he was a baby. His stomach found so many things too troublesome to digest - lactose, animal protein, sugar sticks - that it pretty much controlled his food intake. On the other hand, he'd choose the vegetarian lifestyle even if he didn't have lysinuric protein intolerance; he, although he understood that eating meat is necessary for some people and for predators, couldn't bear the thought of killing and eating an animal himself. Just, no, his gut would always scream.
"Is there anything I can do...?" he said, voice trailing off. For what? Food? Setting up camp? Repayment? He wasn't sure how to ask.
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 31, 2017 2:26:02 GMT -5
[you got it!!!! when the time comes I'll give you a list of all my characters' fears so you can go wild with that ^.^]
"I don't think so." Christina said quietly, glancing from Mycle then looking around the group. She didn't want to be rude or anything, or act like he wasn't capable of doing anything, but they had food, a fire, most of them looked like they brought some sort of sleeping bag, she check her backpack and glanced around, her water bottle felt almost empty...water...water She took it out and opened it up, there was still a bit of water in there. She glanced at Mycle, hoping that she didn't sound rude or condescending or anything, but they were a ways from the river and Christina wasn't about to go walking in the dark for freshwater. "I uh...don't supposed you could refill this?" She asked him, motioning to her water bottle. She wan't really sure how all that etiquette worked with asking other species on when and when not to use their powers for someone else, she never really had that problem, no one was looking for someone to tell them what their deepest fears where, sure illusion making was nice, especially since she'd gotten pretty good with using it to make herself almost invisible, but her kind had a much...darker reputation than that.
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 31, 2017 3:14:40 GMT -5
Lars could have that leg if he wanted. Rai was perfectly content with an arm. He kind of figured no one would appreciate him judt...riping it off. So he ruffles through his bag until he can find his knife. He does a not so great job of cutting it off.
Ezra and co had the group. Christina was a bit further away from the fire. Rai was just going to eat this at the edge. No need to bring the blood smell to where they'll be sleeping. He takes his leg, sits at the edge of the 'camp' (really he was almost in the woods. Drinking and eating with his family was one thing, these were non-vampire... acquaintances). He casts one glance over his shoulder and goes to work. Gross coppery work.
Once he's done he eyes the...deer leg remains. He could still get it cooked. Just.. not going to he the best. He licks his lips and scrubs at his face (bloody smears weren't friendly). He picks back up and joins the group awkwardly.
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