Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jun 9, 2019 21:36:34 GMT -5
Date: Sun, June 9, 2019 Time: 13:00 hours (GMT-7) Location: Dinosaur Coffee Silver Lake, LA ____________________________ How can humans be so fascinating yet disgusting at the same time?
This was the thought going through the Archangel Michael’s mind as he sat in the back corner of a little coffee shop, waiting for his brother. The café wasn't busy, but the handful of people that were there varied... widely.
Across from him was a group of rowdy teenagers. They were loud, rude, and making more of a mess than the infant three tables down. Worse, Michael was quite certain they were being messy on purpose, whereas the child was simply uninterested in the food its mother was trying to feed it. Closer to the front door, a young couple were swallowing more of each other's spit than they were their drinks. And speaking of spit - Michael had just witnessed one of the baristas spitting into the drink of a customer. If the conversation she'd had with him before getting his drink was to be believed, the man was a “cheating bastard” who “deserves to rot in hell.”
It was at that moment Michael decided he would never let his brother choose the meeting place again. Lucifer was clearly incapable of picking locations that weren't surrounded by sin, debauchery, and treachery. But then, what else could be expected of the King of Sins? There was a reason Lucifer led the Seven Sins, and his angelic heritage was hardly the half of it.
“Having fun yet, brother?”
Had he not sensed his appearance in the heartbeat before he spoke, Lucifer's unexpected voice at Michael's ear would have made him jump. Instead, he just turned a level look on his brother. “You're late,” he said. “And why didn't you use the door? You know appearing out of thin air is something humans see as ‘supernatural.’ You should know better than to draw unneeded attention by now.”
Lucifer chuckled. He moved around the table, his controlled, feline movements belying his calm demeanor. He spun a chair around and straddled it, resting his arms along the back. He held up his hand and started counting on his fingers. “I know. Didn't want to. Your point? And I don't see how avoiding attention is better.” He put his hand down and leaned forward, grinning. “Sounds boring, if you ask me.”
Michael drew in a slow, deep breath. No one made him struggle with his temper more than Lucifer did. He had to resist the urge to argue - it was all too easy to get into it with Lucifer and lose track of time, and even the point of the argument. “I asked you here for a reason, Lucifer. Are you are aware that Mammon has escaped his prison?”
Lucifer's perpetual cocky half-smile vanished. “That's impossible.”
Michael watched his reaction closely and studied his face for signs of deceit. Lucifer was a master liar, but Michael believed his response to this news to be genuine. “I know it's suppose to be impossible. Yet it has happened. Mammon is making his way out of Hell as we speak. Gabriel is doing what he can to stall him.”
Lucifer relaxed. “Well, if Gabe's on the job, I'm sure it'll be taken care of soon. Gabriel isn't Father's warrior angel for nothing, after all.”
Michael frowned, first at Lucifer's humanizing Gabriel's name; it deepened at his brother's dismissal of the problem. “It is not as simple as that, Lucifer. Because of Mammon's escape, the chains around the other Ancient cages have weakened. It is only a matter of time before another Demon escapes, or is freed. Something must be done, and soon.”
Lucifer shrugged. “So do something; you don't need my permission. Dad knows you don't need my help. So if we're done here, I have plans to -”
Michael's hand slammed down on the table. “I am trying to do something. I have a plan, but I do need your help. So you better stay right there and listen.”
Lucifer remained unnaturally still, halfway turned as he'd been about to get up. Slowly, he moved so he was facing Michael again, a dangerous light in his amber eyes. “And what, dear brother, will you do to me if I don't?”
Michael leaned forward himself, every muscle in his body tensed and ready. “I will pin you there and make you listen.”
A devilish smile curled Lucifer's lips. “I'd like to see you try,” he challenged in a low voice.
Michael very nearly met that challenge. He put his hands on the table, pushed to his feet, and reached over his shoulder for his heavenly blade. Before he could summon it, however, a frantic voice sounded in his mind.
Michael! Brother! Belphegor and Bezelbub have escaped!
Michael froze, and his face paled. Lucifer, who had also gotten to his feet and had been gearing up for a fight, frowned. “Brother?” he asked.
Slowly, Michael sank back into his seat. After a moment's hesitation, Lucifer followed suit. “What happened?” he tried again. “You look like a human who's seen a ghost.”
Michael's brow furrowed, momentarily distracted by his brother's comparison. “You spend too much time among the humans, brother.”
Lucifer waved him off. “Yes, yes. Lecture me about it later. What happened? Who spoke to you just now?”
Michael closed his eyes and took a deep breath before responding. “Uriel,” he answered. “And he did not bring good news.”
Lucifer grunted. “Well obviously. What did he say?”
Opening his eyes, Michael pinned Lucifer with a serious and solemn look. “Two more Ancient Demons have escaped.”
Lucifer muttered a string of curses that once again reminded Michael of a human. “Which two?”
“Belphegor and Bezelbub.”
Lucifer frowned. “They're working up the food chain,” he muttered.
Michael's eyes flashed and he sat forward, furious. “They? They who? Do you know who is doing this? I swear on our father, brother, if you are in on this -”
“Whoa, whoa.” Lucifer raised his hands. “Calm down, Michael. I don't know who's doing this, and I'm certainly not helping. I just used ‘they’ because I don't know if the culprit is a guy or a girl. I didn't want to appear sexist.”
Michael frowned a moment, then just shook his head. Attempting to understand Lucifer could be so trying. “Yes, well, we still need to discover who it is. And I plan on sending the Seven Virtues into Hell to do it.”
There was a beat of silence, and then Lucifer laughed. “Oh, that's funny,” he chuckled. “Send the Virtues into Hell. They won't last a day down there on their own. With no do-gooding humans to draw strength from, they'll be little more than humans themselves.”
“I am well aware of the dangers,” Michael replied coolly. “And I have no intention of sending them alone.”
Lucifer arched one mocking brow. “Oh? And who are you sending with them?”
“I won't be sending anyone with them - you will.” When Lucifer's only response was another raised brow, Michael clarified, “I want you to send the Sins down with them, to act as guides and…” He trailed off with a frown as Lucifer exploded into laughter. He forgot the chair back was in front of him, and almost fell out of his chair when he sat back, clutching his stomach. “Protectors,” Michael muttered, irritated.
When his merriment faded, Lucifer sat forward again, wiping tears from his eyes. “Oh, brother. I never realized you were such a joker.”
Michael did not look amused. “I am not kidding.”
Lucifer paused. “Really? Because this plan of yours is too ridiculous to be anything else.” He leaned farther forward, his forearms braced on the table, his hands clasped together, and an unusually serious expression on his face. “The Sins are not going to agree to work with the Virtues, Michael.”
“They will if you order them to.”
Lucifer laughed, but this time it was with derision and not amusement. “I could order them to fall in line and do are you want…” he agreed. “But I'm not going to.”
Michael ground his jaw and spoke through clenched teeth. “And why not?”
Lucifer shrugged one shoulder. “Because I don't want to.”
Michael growled. “Lucifer, this situation is serious. We cannot stop the Demons from reaching Earth and stop the culprit from releasing more. We need the Virtues to do the investigating, and they need the Sins’ help to do that. And you need to make them.”
“Oh, I agree that this is serious,” Lucifer replied jovially. “Which is why I'm telling you that I plan to help you and our brothers stall the Demons. But I'm not ordering the Sins to do this.”
Michael threw his hands up. “Why not?”
Lucifer crossed his arms, his eyes serious and shadowed with anger. “Because I understand why they won't want to, and I respect them for it. You and the Virtues locked them in Hell for millennia, Michael. They escaped, with my help, and only a handful of them have started going back. I will not force the rest to go if they do not want to. I am not like you and your Heavenly Virtues.”
Michael frowned. He opened his mouth to speak, but Lucifer held up a hand to stop him. “However,” Lucifer continued, “I agree the Sins are the best choice for protecting the Virtues in Hell. So, I've thought of a compromise. I will gather all the Sins together, without telling them why… and you and the Virtues can ask and convince them to go yourselves.”
Michael shook his head. “That could take too long. This needs to happen now, not when - or if - we can convince them to help.”
Lucifer shrugged. “Too bad. This is your only choice, unless you want to try and force them yourself.” He shot his brother a look that said doing so was a bad idea. “What'll it be, brother? I can have them assembled within a week.”
Michael thought furiously, trying and failing to think of a solution that would have quicker results. Finally, he sighed. “Make it three days. Assemble them at Belvedere Castle in Central Park, New York City. Midnight. And don't be late.”
Lucifer smirked. “I can't promise some of them won't be late - most probably will be late, on purpose - but they'll be there.”
Michael frowned. “You need to be there too, Lucifer.”
He laughed. “What, and face their wrath - the emotion as well as the Sin - when they figure out I tricked them? I don't think so. I will be far, far away from this meeting.”
It was Michael’s turn to arch one mocking brow. “Afraid of your Sins, Lucifer?”
Lucifer did not rise to the bait. “When they're all together and on the warpath? Yes, I am, and with good reason.”
Michael smirked slightly and shook his head. “Whatever you say brother. Just… make sure they're there.”
Lucifer gave a single nod. “They will be.”
Though they sure as Hell won't want to be.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 10, 2019 14:52:49 GMT -5
(I have been eyeing this rp for a while now XD I will do my best to post as much as possible. I plan on claiming Greed and Chasity. Is there anything I need to know about both roles that I should put in my form?)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 10, 2019 15:16:46 GMT -5
(Got it Thanks )
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 10, 2019 17:59:43 GMT -5
Isabella "Bella" Chambers/Chasity ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
.x. description .x. .x. personality .x. .x. history .x. .x. other .x.{ @.tag } Tony Lancaster/Greed ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
.x. Tony has messy black hair that goes well past his ears. He likes to either leave it as is, making it spiky or comb it to the side. He has dark green eyes with flecks of yellow in them. He appears to be in his mid twenties and stands at around 6'1. He has a slim yet somewhat athletic looking build. Tony loves to wear the most expensive type of clothing or the most popular fashion trend at the time. This goes for the very best accessory as well. You will rarely see him without some kind of watch or necklace. He has a snake tattoo wrapping around his arm and a water colored frog tattooed on his left arm. He has a power hungry glint in his eyes. ;; In his demon form, he has dark brown, black and green reptile like scales covering his whole body. He has piercing yellow snake like eyes and rows of sharp, pointed teeth. He has two black horns protruding from his for-head. He has black bat like wings and a spiked tail. .x. .x. Tony is a manipulative and materialistic person. He enjoys getting the latest tech, clothes, foods ect and keeping them all for himself. If there is something he wants, he will stop at nothing to get it. Tony loves to meddle and be around humans. He likes to see just how far someone will go for money or power. He is surprisingly easy going or appears to be at least. He is a social butterfly and enjoys making new friends. Truthfully, he is lonely which is why he always surrounds himself with people. If asked he will deny this accusation. He is a big flirt and likes to be with both genders and all those in between. .x. .x. Tony is the third oldest of his fellow sins. He considers himself more involved in mortal affairs and has been fascinated by humans ever since their creation. He has been all over the world and has warehouses and basements full of things from all over and from just about every time period. Tony claims to have a hand in just about every company and organization. .x. .x. Tony likes to travel but he will always return to Las Vegas Nevada. He loves nothing more than hanging out in the casinos and feeding off the greed of the players. .x.{ @.tag } (Hope he looks okay. I figured having him appear dragon like would play into his sin since people say Dragon horde riches and such. I plan on finishing Isabella a little later)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 10, 2019 20:53:53 GMT -5
(He is done btw)
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jun 10, 2019 23:55:07 GMT -5
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jun 11, 2019 0:07:41 GMT -5
Date: Sun, June 9, 2019 Time: 14:00 hours (GMT-7) Location: Outside Dinosaur Coffee Silver Lake, LA __________________________________
After watching Lucifer strut off down the sidewalk, looking for all the world like just another arrogant human, Michael closed his eyes and focused on the Virtues. When the Angels blessed them millennia ago, it had created a link between the Seven Virtues and Michael. It was a connection that could be established or disconnected on a whim, and it was one rarely used in recent centuries. But Michael called upon it now, envisioning each Virtue so they would all hear his message:
It is again time to come together, Virtues. A great danger that threatens all of humanity rises, and you must band together to defeat it. Meet me in New York in three days, at Belvedere Castle in Central Park. Midnight.
Unlike with Lucifer, it was unnecessary to tell the Virtues not to be late. Unless they were left with no other choice, they would all be on time, if not early.
Once he heard an answer from each of them, Michael severed the connection and opened his eyes. He drew in a slow, deep breath and turned his gaze Heavenward. And he prayed Lucifer and his Sins followed through and helped him and the Virtues save the world.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jun 11, 2019 0:23:36 GMT -5
Date: Sun, June 9, 2019 Time: 19:00 hours (GMT-7) Location: Thirsty Crow Bar Silver Lake, LA _______________________________ Lucifer sat in a bar in LA later that night, nursing a glass of bourbon as he contemplated how he was going to get the Sins to New York. He would need to think of something different for each of them probably, something that would entice each individual. He sighed, and downed the rest of his glass, then signaled for a refill. He hated lying to the Sins, but this one - or seven, if you wanted to get technical - would be necessary. All that was left was to find them.
Unlike his brother and the Virtues, Lucifer did not have a magical mental connection to the Sins. That meant he had to find them and talk to them in person, one at a time. It was a task that would somehow be tedious and fun at the same time. It offered a nice challenge, since he didn't keep close tabs on any of them. Lucifer loved a challenge.
Before he went looking, however, he had to decide in which order to seek them. Oldest to youngest or youngest to oldest? Or maybe he should do easiest to deal with first? Or start with the hardest to deal with? He dismissed that option with a shake of his head. They were all hard to deal with, in their own ways. So then how —
Then it hit him. Alphabetical order! That way it was random, unexpected, and easy to follow. Just how he liked it.
He ran through his mental list of the Sins: Pride, Wrath, Greed, Lust, Gluttony, Sloth, and… Oh yes. Envy.
With a smile and a target Sin in mind, Lucifer finished his new drink, slammed some money on the bar top, and exited the bar. He had a Sin to find.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 11, 2019 22:10:58 GMT -5
20:00 Las Vegas at the Bellagio Luxury Resort and Casino Tony steps into the poker floor and takes in a deep breath and exhales. He could smell the greed and regret in the air. He rubbed his hands together wondering who is going to be his latest victim today. Would it be a group of rich kids eager to waste their parents money, or perhaps someone going through a mid-life crisis and wasting away their life savings. Either way, he liked seeing how much he could poke and prod before the human tried to get more and more. One of the dealers noticed him and waved at him. "Welcome back Tony. You here to play or just observe?" Tony smiled as he saunters over to the man. "A little bit of both. How's the floor looking?" The man known as Victor motions to the people currently playing and chatting. "We have a bunch of tourists out tonight and a few locals. It's going to be extra busy tonight." Tony nodded before turning his gaze to a group of people getting ready for a game. "I'll catch up with you later. Think I found my pawns for tonight." He winked before walking over and putting on his best smile. "Mind if I sit and watch?" The group of people instantly took a liking and invited him happily. A few hours later: Tony smirked watching as the winner walked away with about a thousand dollars. The other players looked defeated and were currently leaving. "See, I knew you could do it." He said a big smile on his lips. Tony didn't have to do much considering each man thought they had the upper hand. "How's about we head over the slots?" He questioned allowing his influence to slip out a little. The man nodded his head eagerly. "Ha! Now you are talking friend! After that we ought to do blackjack or head out to the strip clubs!" The man was very eager to have a good time and earn as much money as he could. Tony laughed as he and his new friend made their way to the slot machines. "You and I are going to have a lovely time together."
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Post by liz on Jun 11, 2019 23:46:53 GMT -5
Date: June 10, 2019 Time: 9:00 hours (GMT-4) Location: Insight Meditation Society, Burre, MA __________________________________________ Hearing the gentle wind chimes outside of her window begin to ring, Ira slowly opened her eyes and smiled as she stretched out on the bed she had slept on for nearly two years. She couldn’t remember the last time she had stopped moving, having spent the past century exploring and taking everything in. But something in Barre, Maine had lured her to this 200-acre meditation society. The grand old mansion in the front of the property reminded her of years passed and the energy surrounding the land had energized her greatly. The meditation society had been around for nearly forty years by the time she first stumbled upon it. She began volunteering immediately and a little less than a year ago she started her own meditative retreat. They were one of the few places where they practiced the proper meditation, not the commercialized stuff modern society glorified. She had traveled far and wide, basking in the patience she had brought on; and yet, she had been drowning in the impatience of the world. This retreat was exactly what she had needed and having soaked in the aura for the past two year, Ira felt stronger than ever. The society promoted Vipassana and loving kindness meditation, pushing her to grow not only through herself but through the patience of other retreaters. She herself had taken the silent route, opting to live outside of the main community, deeper into the woods littered with a handful of cabins. The silence was more welcoming in the forest, far from those who had signed up for three to four day retreats compared to her year long vow of silence and meditation. Ira would walk the expanse of the grounds, nodding to familiar faces and wordlessly guiding and helping others, all the while encouraging them to be patient with themselves and others. Pushing herself to sit up, she took in her sparsely furnished single room, admiring the paintings she had hung up over the months and sighed softly when she noticed the flowers she had picked had begun to wilt. She’d pick a fresh bouquet after doing some yoga. Standing up, she stepped over the rolled up yoga matt by her bed and walked over to her small dresser, the top covered in an ordered row of colored stones, organized from smallest to largest, beside a bronze statue of Buddha. She didn’t consider herself religious by any means, she knew how life worked and could prove it. But there was something comforting about the small smiling man that helped her to stay here in Barre, Maine. Pulling on her only clean shirt, a mustard yellow she had gotten years ago at a peace rally that read in bold red “Legalize Freedom” she glanced at herself in the mirror and laughed softly at the state of her messy hair. Smoothing her hair down, she pulled half of it up into a messy bun on the top of her head. Humming, she stepped into a long green skirt that was covered in big red flowers and fell down to her ankles. Twirling, she amused herself with how the skirt flared out before she picked up the vase with the wilted flowers and the full laundry hamper. She’d put her laundry in and pick flowers while she waited. But as soon as she stepped out of her cabin and her bare feet met the cool grass, a voice she hadn’t heard in ages overwhelmed her senses causing her to drop everything and nearly lose her footing. Her eyes grew wide in fear and she nodded despite knowing he couldn’t see her. Realizing he was waiting for a reply, she replied with a soft and scratchy voice, “I’ll be there.” Picking up her things, she was quick to pack her few belonging into her leather bag and clean her room as if she had never been there. Navigating through the mansion, she found Priscilla, the woman running the retreats this time of year, and was careful to explain her sudden departure. “There’s been an emergency and I have to get to New York.” She spoke slowly, careful not to damage her voice which was sorely out of practice. “I paid before I started this so I just need to sign some paperwork.” “Nonsense, Ms. Fortitude. You go; I’ll fill it out. Should I call you a cab?” “Thank you so much.” She sighed with a smile, hugging the older woman and kissing her cheek before she walked towards the front of the property. Digging through her bag for some shoes with one hand while the other gripped her bag tightly, she dropped a pair of worn sneakers onto the gravel road and clumsily stepped into them. As she waited for the taxi, she considered teleporting but reminded herself she had three days to get to New York. When the worn yellow car pulled up, she smiled and slid into the back, politely asking the tired looking woman to take her to the nearest train station. After paying her fare, she wasn’t surprised to recognize the station as the same station that took her to Barre two years ago. Ira took her time, gladly buying a ticket for the next morning which would give her enough time to mull over what Michael had told her. How did the demons escape? What did this mean for humans? Why did it mean for her? Finding a seat, she sat down and let out a steady breath as she glanced around at the busy humans. A running woman caught her attention, the impatience and irritation on her face clear as she pulled a young boy behind her, shouting that they would be late. Ira felt sick watching the angry mother berate her son while blindly racing through the crowds of people. And then suddenly, the woman’s grasp on the little boy loosened and he fell towards the open train tracks. A tingling sensation started gently in her toes and slid up over her whole body until her head started spinning, her skin growing warm as time slowed down. Then everything was still and quiet. Ira was on her feet in an instant, gently navigating around the frozen crowds until she approached the two she had been watching. She lifted the mother first, moving her more towards the center of the platform before gently carrying the startled looking boy. Joining their hands more securely, Ira made a clear path for the train on their tickets, moving the other passengers safely out of their way without disturbing their own paths. Whistling as she did so, Ira smiled, amused with herself before returning to her seat. Grabbing a newspaper on the way, she sat down and opened to the world news section right as the world picked back up to normal speed, the mother’s voice ringing out through the crowd as people hurried to their destinations. But the longer she sat there, the more calm the station became. And that made her smile. She stayed up all night, watching people hurry back and forth and occasionally stepped in to help people relax and avoid conflict. Her back grew sore from waiting on the bench, driving Ira to begin to walk the length of the station as she waited. Once her train pulled up, she leisurely made her way to her seat and got comfortable before opening the newspaper once more. She could often keep track of the others through the news, with Pride always being the easiest to spot; he was always finding a way to get on the front page. It kept her mind busy yet focused reading about what the others were up to and made her feel at ease as she looked back on the days when they were all together. After a while, Ira began to doze off, fearful of what Michael had told her but hopeful of the possibility of reuniting with the others and uniting together to save humanity. However, she was suddenly jolted awake as she sensed something inhuman nearby. Sitting up straight, Ira glanced around the train compartment not knowing exactly who she was looking for.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jun 12, 2019 0:31:15 GMT -5
Date: Mon, June 10, 2019 Time: 14:00 hours (UTC+08) Location: Colorful Mutts Sanctuary 3 miles outside Denpasar Bali, Indonesia _______________________________________ “Eclipse! Eclip - Oh, Karen, have you seen Eclipse?”
Karen looked up from her computer screen, a frown pinching her brows. “Hm. You know, I haven't actually. Not since he came in this morning. Have you checked the break room? It's about time for his.”
Mrs. Johnson, the owner and director of Colorful Mutts Sanctuary, chuckled softly. “Yes, but does he ever take one?”
Karen smiled. “Good point. In that case, I would check the dog kennels. He's probably with the new arrivals.”
Mrs. Johnson brightened. “Brilliant idea! Why didn't I think of that? Ah, thank you, Karen!” she called as she headed off.
Karen watched her go, then shook her head fondly and went back to answering emails.
Mrs. Johnson exited the main building and crossed the large lawn to the dog kennels. There was no sign of Eclipse in the waiting room, the examination room, or the storage room, but then, she hadn't really expected him to be. She was just a woman who liked to cover her bases.
As soon as she stepped into the long, wide hallway filled with dog kennels, she knew she'd found him. He wasn't immediately visible, but she could hear dogs barking and yapping in excitement from outside. Mrs. Johnson quickly walked down the hallway to the far door that opened out into a large yard, equipped with everything a dog would want: water, toys, trees, even a dog-friendly play structure. There were about a dozen dogs running around, and in the centre of all the activity was Eclipse.
The sight made Mrs. Johnson laugh. “Eclipse!” she called, still chuckling.
His dark-haired head popped up from within the swarm of dogs. A big smile spread across his face when he saw her. “Hey, Mrs. Johnson! What's up?”
She waved him closer. “Would you come here for a moment? I'd like to talk to you.”
“Sure thing! Just - ah - hold on. Maggie, Maggie, stop that. Thank you. Now if you'll just - Rufus!” He laughed. “Let go of my shoe. And Carlos, my shirt is not a plaything.”
After gently admonishing, wiggling out from under, and carefully pushing dogs aside, Eclipse finally got to his feet. He brushed off his jeans and shirt, ran a hand through his hair to dislodge grass and twigs, and at last jogged over to Mrs. Johnson. “Sorry about that. What's up?” he asked again.
“I'm sorry to pester you, dear, but my computer is glitching again, and I can't restart it like last time because I have an unsaved email open. Can you come help me?”
“I can sure try,” Eclipse replied. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Let me just put these guys to bed and I'll meet you there.”
“But of course! Thank you so much, dear.”
After she had bustled off, Eclipse set to the task of returning all thirteen dogs to their kennels. For most it was quick and easy, but one playful pup decided he wanted to play a good long game of tag first.
It was while Eclipse was chasing him around, laughing even while scolding the young dog, that Michael's voice sounded in his head.
Eclipse came to a sudden stop, his smile vanishing as he listened with a rising sense of trepidation. When Michael's voice faded, however, Eclipse set his jaw as a determined glint entered his eyes. “Yes, sir,” he said with a nod.
As Michael's presence faded, Eclipse became aware of Rainbow, the young pup, whining. The little border collie cross was sitting at his feet, looking up at him with concern in his big brown eyes. Eclipse smiled as he crouched to pet him. “It's alright, little bud. I'm fine, just a little sidetracked. Cone in. Let's put you to bed.”
He scooped the puppy into his arms. After depositing him back in his kennel, Eclipse jogged across the lawn to the main building, where the offices were housed. He had been volunteering at Colorful Mutts for several months now, but he was still taken in by the beauty around him as he traversed the property. By the time he got to the office building, his worry over this situation Michael spoke of had eased somewhat. He greeted Karen, and everyone else he passed, on his way to Mrs. Johnson's office.
He rapped one knuckled on the half-open door. “Mrs. Johnson?”
“Come on in, dear.” As he did as he was bade, Mrs. Johnson moved her rolling chair to the side. Once she would have tried to offer it to him, but she knew now he wouldn't accept it. The dear boy was too polite to make her stand.
When Eclipse was standing beside her, she waved at the desktop computer. “See? It went all screwy for a second, and now the font is so tiny I can - Hey. How'd you do that?”
As she'd been talking, Eclipse had leaned forward and pressed two keys on the keyboard, bringing the font size back up to it's normal setting.
Now, Mrs. Johnson leaned forward, eyes wide as they darted from the screen to the keyboard. “Which buttons did you press?”
Eclipse showed her which keys to push to make the font bigger and smaller, and afterward, not for the first time, he offered to sign her up for online computer classes.
Like the last couple of times he brought it up, Mrs. Johnson just chuckled and patted his cheek. “Fret not, dear. I've got you - I don't need to pay for silly classes.”
Eclipse flinched slightly. “About that... I'm afraid I have some bad news, Mrs. Johnson. My uncle called while I was on my way over. There's some kind of emergency, and I'm needed back home. Today is going to have to be my last day, at least for the foreseeable future.” He hoped she didn't question how he got this “call” since it was no secret he didn't have a cellphone.
As expected, Mrs. Johnson was distraught over the news. She inquired after the details of the situation, but Eclipse couldn't tell her because a) he barely knew more than she did; and b) she wouldn't have believed him anyway.
Eclipse spent the rest of that day going about his job as if everything was normal. The only difference was the goodbyes between him and all the other employees and volunteers at Colorful Mutts. But as much as he hated to bid the humans of CM farewell, it was definitely worse seeing all the animals and knowing it was for the last time.
Eclipse wasn't hopeless, far from it, but he had been around humans long enough to know their lifespans could pass within the blink of an eye. He had no idea what the trouble Michael spoke of was, so he had no way of knowing how long he would be gone. It could be anywhere from a week to a human lifetime. Because of that, Eclipse treated all of his goodbyes with care, so no one realized he was saying goodbye forever.
When he arrived home that evening, Eclipse wasted no time. He packed everything he owned into his large backpack, cleaned the room so it looked brand new, and left. He'd called his landlord with the office phone at CM earlier, informing the kindly man of his sudden need to depart. Now all that was left was to disappear.
It was something Eclipse often wished he wasn't so good at.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jun 12, 2019 11:32:53 GMT -5
(Okay so I’ll get started on replies today, so I should hopefully get something for here up too! I have about 12 replies total that I have, but I’m gonna try!)
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jun 13, 2019 22:22:31 GMT -5
[ hi! I'm finishing my characters and answering af ew other posts but I should have my starters up tonight ]
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jun 14, 2019 0:05:54 GMT -5
[ alright, I think my characters are finished! Let me know if I need to add anything/change anything c: ]
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jun 14, 2019 0:47:36 GMT -5
They look pretty good. Just curious: did you leave Logan's personality section minimal on purpose?
[ I did because Logan is always trying to be the best so he mirrors whoever he is talking to and then does one up from them in order to be the best (like if someone is very boisterous and getting lots of attention, Logan will become boisterous AND funny in order to get all the attention. Does that make sense? ]
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jun 14, 2019 1:49:27 GMT -5
Yep. ;D That is gonna make him both a pain and a source of amusement when the others have to deal with him. xD
[ that's what I'm hoping for LOL. Also him switching looks frequently and violent mood swings as jealousy takes over? gotta love him LOL. I'll have starters up in a bit! ]
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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Jun 14, 2019 1:51:59 GMT -5
[ Hey guys! Is Diligence still open? I would love to claim it if not!]
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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Jun 14, 2019 1:57:34 GMT -5
[ Yeah definitely! Tbh I'm a OG forumer from the original forums, but I poof a lot ;-; BUT, I'm trying to get back into rping and this plot/idea seems great <3 ]
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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Jun 14, 2019 2:26:33 GMT -5
[ I'll be in and out, making my character, so i'll probably be poofy ]
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 14, 2019 17:11:07 GMT -5
(Yay old forum peeps!)
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