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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 15, 2019 0:30:12 GMT -5
(Alright then x3 Assuming we end up rping, would you prefer I use an older character as well? Curious before I dig through my ocs, tho I probably need to do some editing to fit this rp a little x3)
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jan 15, 2019 0:35:50 GMT -5
I don't mind either way. I'm quite used to having rather older characters compared to my rp partners ahaha xD ^^ Are there any specifics I should know about where they are before I write my starter? Are they in a big city? Small town?
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 15, 2019 0:57:59 GMT -5
(Narnia?)
(Anypoodle, we can just say a big city for now cause why not x3 Not like concrete jungle city, but busy enough where it isn't considered "small." I'm so shit at descriptions rip.)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 15, 2019 0:59:36 GMT -5
(And tbh I'm tired rn :'3 About to go to bed so I'll have that character up tomorrow. Might be a little older cause I have two younger ones already so what the hay x3)
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jan 15, 2019 1:01:08 GMT -5
Oh shit? xD
That sounds good to me! I'll just put that into the starter. And dude get you some rest! Good night, man! And that sounds lit to me
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jan 15, 2019 1:22:00 GMT -5
Zafir Faris
Half gods are worshiped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.
The buzz of activity here was similar to that of Cairo. It was crowded and lively, the humans living in relative peace. There would always be a negative energy to humans, but that was simply how they were. They spoke of the supernatural in hush whispers and violent silences, but for now they were safe. Or at least that was what they believed to be the truth. Zafir knew otherwise even as he cut the engine to his motorcycle, straightening up in his seat to look around. He had traveled a long way to here in search of Set's incarnation.
A war was slowly festering and it was incredible how ignorant the masses were. After pulling off his helmet he shook his head slightly to dispel the strands of hair that fell in front of his eyes. It was loud here, not overly populated but enough so that a stranger in a sea of familiar faces wouldn't catch too many glances passing by.
As much as he had come to become indifferent to humans and other supernaturals alike, there was a tug deep in his soul demanding him to take action. He was here now, but he was uncertain of what his next step would be. Money hadn't been the problem and danger was an old friend. His father was corrupt and none of the rich were innocent, but his father more so than others. A gun was as familiar as the abilities he possessed and problems that arose were taken care of in a very human way. A bullet through the head set the police on a different trail. Something told him that that kind of problem solving wouldn't work here though.
He supposed the logical choice was to find the others' out there that were just like him. He had left against father's will. He had burned many bridges to arrive here.
Dismounting his motorcycle, he headed down the streets passing by humans caught in conversation. They were whispering of the common rabble. Things like potential vampire attacks and possible fae activity. It seemed like they never changed. Zafir knew it was early in the morning, but he could do with a drink. If he sat far away enough or in an empty booth perhaps he would not only get the benefits of being alone but he would also be out of the sun. For the reincarnation of the Sun god himself, Zafir supposed he would be a laughing stock for preferring to be out of the blistering heat but then again his body temperature was rather high. Even the coldest nights in Cairo couldn't force him to find a coat if he didn't want to wear one.
Pushing the door to the bar open, he was greeted with a rather dark and grimy interior. It was unlike the more established joints that his father would insist men of wealth like the Faris should be found in, but he found it rather homely even as he headed to the bar. Instead of communicating his wishes, however, he simply pointed to what he wanted. Taking his beer in hand, he scouted out the bar and found to his relief an empty table. There were some people who were drunk already and it made him wonder if they had been here all night or if they simply wanted to become detached from reality this early in the day.
Turning away from them, he settled down in his seat and nursed the beer in his hands in relative silence. Maybe he had to find a local. Talk to them about anything interesting and unusual. He would need an informant familiar with the streets that were new to him. The idea of socializing however made him scoff at himself.
He lifted his gaze from the glass of beer in his hands, scanning the crowd for someone who looked like they would know something. Anything. He was short on information right now and whether or not he preferred being on his own or not, he didn't have much of a choice.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jan 15, 2019 1:39:16 GMT -5
I'm thinking I could make a werewolf character and a demon? How old can the demons be? I was thinking he could be really old, near ancient. Would that be okay? Do I have to keep the genders even btw?
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 15, 2019 1:44:29 GMT -5
(The demon can be as old as u want, and no it was just the gods I wanted to have even genders really and why tf am I still up)
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jan 15, 2019 1:45:02 GMT -5
Blease u gotta rest- And coolio thanks I'll fill out their forms now then xD
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jan 15, 2019 2:01:37 GMT -5
Name: Zeng Nan Xin Age: 54, though he appears to be in his 40s Gender: Male Species: Werewolf Description: A rather imposing man, Nan Xin stands at about 6'0". He's tall and well built with a lean but well muscled frame. He always seems to be hiding his identity, clothed in varying jackets and hoodies. He wears a face mask over the lower half of his face. His hair whenever he doesn't cover it up with his hoods or hats is silver. It's one of the only signs of his age. He has a light tan complexion and amber eyes that appear gold in the sun. He has a scar over his left eye starting from just above his eyebrow down to his chin and another scar on his left side, starting from near his temple to jaw. He also has a long jagged scar over his neck though that one is usually covered up by his clothes. Nan Xin has a massive tattoo of a tiger standing along a rock cliff on the right side of his back, starting from his shoulder blade to his hip. In addition to that, on the left side of the tiger, instead of the classic dragon, he has a tattoo of a wolf in a similar manner to the tiger, along what looks to be the same cliff side. His wolf form is that of a black wolf with gold eyes. His flank is covered in scars though it's all underneath his fur and not visible, but the bumps and ridges are easily felt. He's not an especially large wolf whether he's taking a bipedal or quadropedal form. He's certainly well built and tall with long legs and a lean form, but it's very obvious from a glance that his strength lies in his speed. Personality: Nan Xin is a hard man to place. He doesn't seem to take anything seriously. He's laid back and his response to many scenarios makes it appear like he's not even interested in them regardless of how much attention he's paying to the situation. He's sarcastic and witty with a biting tongue. He enjoys conversing with people who can keep up with his terrible sense of humor and sometimes vicious wordplay. He's also rather mysterious. It seems no matter how much he talks, his past seems to be on lockdown. He never seems to give away anything important about himself. He's a lone wolf, he hasn't ran with a pack since his 30s. Family: Deceased Other: He's a trained trauma surgeon Outfit: x x Pinterest Board: x
Name: Alphonse Fournier Age: Unknown[assumed to be near ancient], appears to be in his mid 40s or early 50s. Gender: Male Species: Demon Description: At a glance, Alphonse is a simply unassuming man. Standing at 6'1", he's handsome with a strong jawline and high cheekbones. He has an olive complexion and he looks like a clean cut businessman dressed smartly in a three piece suit complete with black leather gloves and oxfords. He has wavy hair with white dusting his temples and the middle of his hair and he grooms it in various styles. His eyes are dark oceanic blue and he has a rather muscular and lean build though he doesn't seem all that muscular underneath his suit. He has two knife scars across right cheek and one across lips. He has a heavily scarred body and his hands are also covered in small cuts. He has several tattoos. The first is of twin snakes curling towards the yin-yang symbol across his back, shoulders and upper arms. He has a king chess piece tattooed on his left wrist, the words 'Victorieux' on his neck, and 'Per aspera ad astra" tattooed on his hip. He has a demon form. His flesh in this form is an ashen dark grey and his hair is silver, nearly white. His nails are tipped with claws and his eyes are red. From his head he has two silver horns curled in. They resemble a water buffalo's horns. He also has a long black tail that ends with a spade-like tip. He has fangs and a snakelike tongue. As a demon he has an accelerated rate of healing, as well as enhanced senses, speed, and strength. He is able to shapeshift, altering facial features, height, weight, and stature at will. However his dark blue eyes always stay unchanged. He also has umbramancy. It also seems harder to sway his will than most. His true name is his greatest weakness. He is also susceptible to taking great [if not mortal] injuries from silver and holy weapons. Those leave nasty scars and heal at the pace a human's injury would. Runes and holy grounds weaken his powers and the right runes can even be used to trap him. Personality: A creature of chaos, Alphonse enjoys watching trouble unfold. He never seems to instigate problems himself seeing as he enjoys being in the mortal world. He's a very cunning and old creature, always looking twice before he leaps. He's rather good at manipulating others and he enjoys conversing and forming connections that will come to benefit him in the future. He is also merciless. He will not think twice about killing someone if they turn on him. He's elegant, meticulous, and well spoken. He rarely defaults to combat when problems arise but he has no qualms about ending things with bloodshed if that's the only option. Family: Spouse unknown, open marriage Other: He's rather well learned in many languages. It's unknown how long he's been walking the earth but his knowledge suggests he's nearly six thousand years old. His intentions are unknown and he seems to be doing what he wants rather than playing into the hands of some sort of higher order giving him instructions. He's highly neutral in the conflict and doesn't seem interested in serving either side. He is a very reliable source of information though.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 15, 2019 2:28:35 GMT -5
(Welp, I've got a returning oc on the front now, but I had to do a lot of tweaking and her description is still shit rip)
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jan 15, 2019 2:32:01 GMT -5
Ooh I dig her! I finished my forms btw. Idk if the demon is too powerful I didn't want a weak ancient demon but I don't want an op one when yknow, gods. So I tried to go for somewhere in between LMAO
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 15, 2019 2:50:15 GMT -5
(Added x3 And your demon is great. Smokey likes :'3 Anypoodle, I'll get that reply up when I've had some rest.)
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jan 15, 2019 2:56:57 GMT -5
Ahh big thanks I'm glad you like them ^^ Get some sleep man
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 15, 2019 9:36:07 GMT -5
(Welp, I'm back x3 Feel better now that I've slept xD)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 15, 2019 9:38:39 GMT -5
(Also, working on a reply. Should have it done today at some point)
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Bisexual
𝕃𝕪𝕤𝕤𝕒
Good to be back
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Post by 𝕃𝕪𝕤𝕤𝕒 on Jan 15, 2019 10:17:27 GMT -5
Interacting with: Piper Cordova (𝕃𝕪𝕤𝕤𝕒 ) - Though he hadn't gotten much sleep last night, he was up and about like he had. Chase had been out hunting all night, looking for anything reasonable for a meal and not just pigeons and squirrels. So he had done a bit of traveling, but had managed to find a buck all for himself. Well, most of it for himself, having left what he didn't eat for whoever might come across it with hunger. Yawning, he looked around at the calm morning setting, watching people move around and go about their business as the day started. Talking about the latest news or some event he knew to be supernatural. It was common to hear of such things, and he had grown bored of it, thus him moving on and ignoring the chattering ladies as he silently moved past them.
Though he was satisfied with fresh meat and water, he didn't mind at all eating or drinking "people" food. So, there he was, on his way to a cafe. Coffee sounded good at the moment, though it had been a long long while since he received energy from it. Chuckling at the thought, he continued on his way, down the sidewalk toward his destination. Upon getting there, Chase simply walked inside, opening the door for himself and breathing in the scents, which were more prominent to someone like him. Not looking to sit down and stay though, he decided to head straight to the counter to place an order. There was a line though, but a small one, and he mentally sighed before moving to get a spot and wait. Piper Cordova ~ With Chase (Smokey Feather )
Piper slipped through the cafe doors beind Chase, a ponytail holder held in her teeth as she westled her curly red hair into a thick ponytail atop her head. She hadn't had the time that morning to go through the long and rather intense straightening process like the would have liked to do, but, well, there was nothing she could do about it now. Once she was satisfied with her work, she turned her attention to the short line of people standing in front of her. Hopefully this wouldn't take too long, but she wasn't really in any hurry.
She pulled her phone out of her pocket and flashed a quick glance at it. As she expected, she hadn't recieved any messages or notifications since leaving her apartment. She pocketed her phone again, looking ahead to see what her order of today would be. It had been a while since she'd stopped by the cafe, and she wanted to try something new today.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 15, 2019 11:22:25 GMT -5
𝕃𝕪𝕤𝕤𝕒(I'll be posting Midas' reply first, and then I'll get to yours after)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 15, 2019 12:14:41 GMT -5
L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ(Here's my reply x3 It's prolly shit, but that's cause we just started. Once we get going I'll hopefully do better posts, also cause the forums tend not to have a lot of advanced rpers, so I'm rusty and lazy.)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 15, 2019 12:15:37 GMT -5
{Interacting with: Zafir Faris L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ } - It was always fascinating to people watch, as much as someone like her could anyway. She really liked studying the humans, watching them chatter about politics or friends or scandals they found so intriguing. And perhaps she might have too, had she been brought up with them, or like them more so. What was found so interesting though, was not to gossip, or even the whispers about demons or were, but the relaxed and happy auras in the air. Everyone was so beside themselves, or worrying about such petty things, unaware of the actual threats. Nothing like home, where her family was always on their toes and an ear out. She missed it, but it has been swarmed by human "supremacy" long ago, and it wasn't the wisest idea to stay there. At least her current home wasn't all bad, with plenty of people to watch and drama open for spectating. It was what she did best, after all, better than most of the people on the planet, and she didn't even have eyes. Still, observe she did.
There was not much Mykayla could do though besides observe. Her powers allowed her to sort of just... observe, and maybe make a few satirical comments on what she saw. It was amusing to see how people freaked out over every little thing, when she knew there were others suffering over so much worse. Sure, her passive abilities could definitely be used to spy and be nosy for important things, but she wasn't allied with any "strong" people. So, she wasn't too interested in poking around, even though she knew it might do some good. As of late, she could feel darkness in the air. Dense, like something was pressing against her ribcage. Eerie, like someone was watching. Constantly. Of course, very few others would sense it, as she was more prone to it. It provided the most annoying headaches sometimes though.
So, what better remedy than a drink?
Not nervous at all, she found the nearest bar, indifferent to the looks she received. A smile graced her lips as she went to go and get a beer, knowing they'd all be scared off as soon as she removed her shades. It wasn't anything necessarily offputting, but people tended to be thrown off by the sight of someone functioning normally with no eyes to guide them around. Shaking her head, she told the person working there to surprise her, and she soon had something in her hand to soothe her slight annoyance with people. Taking a drink from the bottle, her fingernail began tapping the glass bottle as she grew bored with the drunks stumbling around, crowing about their feats or whatever. What did peak her interest though, surprisingly lacked any open call for attention. To most people anyway.
Her ability to sense was used at will, and the field was tossed out for the heck of it. Hadn't expected to get anything different. A pinch in the back of her head, draw attention to her right. If Mykayla had had eyes, she would've looked at the man in her peripheral. It wasn't often that powerful individuals crossed the radar, so her brow arched as she just... studied. Hm. Couldn't even tell what the guy was. Werewolves, vampires, fae and the like were all easily identified by her because there were multiple running around, but not this particular stranger. He reminded her of that one girl she met a week or so ago. Prominent energies. Powerful energies, except this one wasn't as... sinister. No less powerful though. Was he apart of those pests running around, causing trouble? Who knew. She probably could find out, but it was harder to tap into people she had no connection with.
So, up she got.
The worst that could happen would be that she got turned away, so it wouldn't hurt to just go up to him and try her luck with a few questions. It was unlikely she'd get anywhere though, judging by how the man looked like he didn't want anyone near him at all, not that she could judge. She liked her alone time as well. When she neared his table, walking up casually, she found herself saying "I'm telling myself seeing another one of you after just a week probably isn't good." She kept her tone light, simple as not to attract attention. Not that they'd get any anyway, Mykayla still aware of how out of it half the people there were. So, she just kept most of her attention on the stranger in front of her, studying his looks, posture and the like. Not with her own gaze though, instead using the eyes of someone nearby, a man becoming a little tipsy and therefore easier to tap into. No one else knew that though, only seeing her looking down at him through her shades, though if there had been better lighting it would've been easier too see her obvious... lack of optics.
She decided against sitting herself down, just in case she'd get brushed off anyway. And if she did, then oh well. Perhaps, to help her own curiosity, she'd go digging around some more. She definitely could, but as stated before she just... didn't. One, because she had no suitable backup in case she angered something, and two because a part of her didn't want to go looking. The tension between human and creature was increasing. More "crimes" popping up, horrible killings and assaults. And in turn, authorities made more frequent the prosecution of those not like them. Hell, they were even trying to get them for stupid shit like conspiracy and theft when they obviously didn't do anything. Well, obvious to her.
As she thought all of this over, she cracked a slight smile before taking another drink. "Any chance you'll say why you're here?" If he'd been a local, she would've known of him by now for sure, so either he was searching for something or getting away from something, probably the former. But hey. For all she knew, he could just be traveling, but honestly she doubted that. As she waited on response, it was obvious she was not going to press or pester him, so at least there was that. She didn't like when people bombarded her with questions or noticeably bothered her, so it wouldn't make sense to do so to someone else. So there she was, patiently waiting for either a signal of somewhat tolerance, or the cue to leave.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 15, 2019 12:43:55 GMT -5
(oooooOOOOOO I just remembered my BOI Kingston. Welp, now I have another character on the board, tho just started. I'm in classes rn so I'll finish later)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 15, 2019 14:05:22 GMT -5
(But then the problem is that I want a face claim for him now but I can't find one I like :'3 Oh well, I'll figure something out x3)
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jan 15, 2019 15:55:19 GMT -5
Dude that looks fine man don't worry about posts or post lengths. Honestly I'm just in here chilling and ready to have a good time with some lax replies LUL so this should be good fun ^^ And oof if that ain't a mood. I love the name though! If you got any specific features you want for him, maybe I can help scour the internet for a good 'ol fc :D
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 15, 2019 16:14:00 GMT -5
(Ah okay great xD I haven't rped with anyone who posts more than a paragraph in fOrEVeR so I'm curious to see where it goes :'3 I prefer bigger replies, but its the warrior forums so you know xD Anypoodle, if you don't mind poking around for faceclaims, go ahead. My kindle hates me rn cause i always find the good fcs on it but not this time rip)
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jan 15, 2019 16:44:45 GMT -5
Zafir Faris
Half gods are worshiped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.
Zafir knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth, but it was rare for him to approached even by the supernatural. He wasn't the most friendly of individuals and if the lingering unwelcoming aura wasn't enough, generally the knowledge that he was something far more dangerous than the normal vampire or werewolf was. It interested him to some degree as he lifted his head to look back at the stranger with an appraising gaze. She was certainly not simply a human and he could feel it in the air around her. She was not something simple and she seemed to possess the information he wanted.
If she was being honest then that meant that perhaps one of the other reincarnates or even Set. He nodded to the seat across from him. He watched her with interest rather than caution. She wasn't something stronger than him. He didn't feel threatened by her presence even though he was certain that she wasn't one of the more common creatures he had the pleasure of running into. They had a very distinct feel to them. A mark that classified them as something other. "It depends," he said. It was clear to him that this woman was more well versed with the streets of this city than he was. If he wanted to find Set then he had to determine if she knew anything about the new host before he could make his next move. Perhaps she even knew of the inner workings of the city.
It was rare for another creature to not know about the supernatural hubs at the very least. The side of town that humans rarely frequented and were left open for the clubs, the bars, and the informants. Just because humans tolerated the supernatural didn't mean it was safe to present their differences. The tolerance seemed to be saved for individuals who were able to present as human.
Zafir found it something that seemed to be ingrained into humanity. They had a burning desire to isolate anything that was different from them. As the years passed him by he found that they rarely ever took unnecessary risks. Their precautions for his kind was almost insulting with how willing they were to try to prosecute the supernatural for just about anything. It was easier for them when they felt like they were in control. He understood it. They were humans. They were many in numbers but at the very end of the day, they were so fragile. Their bodies were not made for punishment and their wounds healed slowly. They were so vulnerable in the face of something more dangerous. That was why they made their guns and their bombs.
He couldn't fault them on it. He was born without his claws and fangs, but he gained those proverbial weapons with time. Society brought out the worst in everybody. He supposed no matter how advanced a society got its roots would always return to the primal. The violence, the bloodshed, and the desire to survive. He waited for her to sit down before he continued.
Gesturing towards her loosely, he kept a detached air despite wanting to glean form her whatever information she had to give to him. Zafir had been properly educated and socialized. He even attended many of his father's meetings and handled his fair share of vicious politicians, but conversation always seemed like such a chore. He wasn't certain how anybody else did it. "You said you saw 'another one' like me what did you mean by that?" His smile was almost vicious. It was a mockery of a smile, sharp and knife like. He hadn't had much practice with that either. "I take it I'm not the first one of my kind you've met?"
He raised an eyebrow knowing that he was paraphrasing what she said, but he had to make sure. If she did know anything about the other reincarnations then perhaps they were all on the right track. Perhaps Set was right here. Maybe the other reincarnation would have more on Set's trail than he did.
It was an exciting prospect to find a lead after travelling all this way. However, there was also doubt settling in his gut. Say by chance this stranger - one he hadn't even bothered to ask the name of nor share his own name to - did know of Set's presence in this city did she know where to find Set? Did she even know if that was Set or if it was someone else? Perhaps it was Anubis? Maybe Bastet. Would she be able to set him on the right path? Did her knowledge of their differences extend to important things like who would he have to talk to land himself at Set's doorstep?
And then there was the biggest of the problems. What would he do when he arrived there? Zafir wasn't quite certain yet. There was a chance that perhaps Set would be laying in wait for someone like him to come. Perhaps Set's reincarnation had a trap in place. Would they listen to him? Would they fight him? He was confident in his combat prowess but what if Set had amassed an army? Was it even possible in such a short time span? He was thirty seven. He couldn't imagine the other reincarnation was in their sixties, meticulously planning away for decades and preparing for a war that would blindside the humans.
They had to be around his age at the very least. Maybe a bit older, maybe younger. But there was no way the plan was that deep into fruition. That was the only relief he had. "I'll answer your questions if you answer mines," he added thoughtfully. Perhaps that would encourage her to respond to him. It seemed fair and how would she know if he was withholding information? It was a bad idea to lie to another supernatural entity without being able to pinpoint exactly what she was, so he wouldn't. He would only speak in half truths if the questions were too prying. That seemed the logical thing to do.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jan 15, 2019 16:46:03 GMT -5
(Ah okay great xD I haven't rped with anyone who posts more than a paragraph in fOrEVeR so I'm curious to see where it goes :'3 I prefer bigger replies, but its the warrior forums so you know xD Anypoodle, if you don't mind poking around for faceclaims, go ahead. My kindle hates me rn cause i always find the good fcs on it but not this time rip) Ahahaha yeah man I feel you on that! And okay sounds good. I might get up a Nan Xin and Al starter later but idk. Depends on how motivated I'm feeling. I'm definitely look about for a fc though. I'll pm you them, rather not clog up the rp page ^^
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 15, 2019 17:30:52 GMT -5
{Interacting with: Piper Cordova 𝕃𝕪𝕤𝕤𝕒} - Her smell reached him as soon as she walked inside, and her glanced behind himself to get a look at her. She smelled like cats. Chase was more of a dog person, but he also knew not to judge people before getting to know them. For the sake of making conversion, being a friendly enough person usually, he asked as her turned some to look at her "A line usually means a bunch of people are in a hurry to get somewhere." And busy people always seemed to end up in the same spot. "So, there anywhere you're itching to get to, or are you just caught up between the clamour of others?" He smiled slightly before glancing, gaze momentarily leaving her as he took the few steps to move up in line, blue eyes trailing the annoyed man who complained about slow service and how he had somewhere to be. Snorting slightly, he continued to the woman behind him. "Hopefully not off to the same place as that guy?"
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Post by Smokey Feather on Jan 15, 2019 19:13:58 GMT -5
(Alright)
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