Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 6, 2019 0:31:00 GMT -5
{ Hi Skeleton! He's welcome in my books, though of course I'm not the owner of the rp- but it is a jump in- }
{ I'm still working on my character things oof- Buut Del is of course welcome to come across Lach's establishment, and I have some characters related to it if you'd like to start with a new one~ }
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Post by Amber on Aug 6, 2019 0:43:59 GMT -5
(Sure I'm up for that. I can have her arrive at the place and she can interact with someone new. I can get a reply going if you want too~)
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 6, 2019 0:46:41 GMT -5
{ Sure! Let me see if I can get another starter up- }
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Post by Amber on Aug 6, 2019 0:48:09 GMT -5
(Sounds good.)
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 6, 2019 2:18:08 GMT -5
{ aah I'm sorry! It was just supposed to be something simple but it ran away from me... }
The night is a silent one, but only on the surface. Imp can sense the movements of the town's residents, a touch more lively as the clock strikes witching hour and restless magic swells within him in response. His contented sigh emerges in a hiss, wisping away from his lips as if the air were chill enough to mist his breath. In truth, the weather is rather tame- or it had been- the moon is rapidly being overtaken by angry thunder clouds- but the breeze is rather balmy. It is his insides that feel frozen, without supernatural heat to warm him. Still, he's grown somewhat accustomed to the discomfort, choosing to enjoy the view from his perch on one of the town's taller buildings. Normally tonight would be one for mischief and other such entertaining activities, but the tenseness in the air has become so unbearable as to give even him pause.
And besides, he can sense the Eyes of Death roving about as well. Imp may not be well-acquainted with common sense, but he does have some semblance of self-preservation.
Yet he's been dragged out to 'patrol' or whatever, so he has no choice but to be bored until he's relieved of the nonsensical duty. He's technically meant to be moving, but he's secluded himself in a relatively difficult to reach place and is determined to remain until he's gone through three entire bags of assorted Halloween candy- At least, that had been the plan.
'Vessel.'
The low voice gives the impression of searing heat and cloying smoke, curling insidiously into the fabric of his mind. This, too, he has become accustomed to experiencing.
'What is it Lassie? What'd you find, boy?' Imp perfectly mimics the tone of the boy in the movie, feeling his lips twitch at the bolt of irritation he receives. He's a bit surprised at the response, however, and helplessly intrigued, despite its simplicity.
'Come see.'
Normally he'd receive an order or a rebuke- Or some roundabout reply- rarely is there an element of genuine interest as he hears- and feels- now. Huh. Imp stands and stretches thoroughly- he can't seem too eager to obey- before slipping his remaining bags of candy into one of the pouches lining his belt. He already knows the exact location, and so simply tugs on the thread of magic pulled taut in his chest and disappears in a puff of inky smoke.
He reappears in the reaching shadow of a tree lining a surprisingly well-lit street and immediately sees what he was invited to. Imp can only sense life, not its various forms and sources, so it's clear why he didn't notice before- Doesn't make it any less irritating. An angel- person? She feels a bit more human than he expected- But nonetheless, an angel in their midst! That's rather rare- And so very interesting~
Solid darkness settles beside him, and through it runs another current of ire. 'No.' It says, to everything he's thinking. 'She's drawn the interest of the Serpent Charmer.' Ah, so that's why he was called here. Surprisingly altruistic for a supposed demonic being, but Imp doesn't mind. In the end, he'll still get what he wants, now won't he~?
The angel is drawing nearer to his position now, wary and alert- and very much a target. It isn't wise to walk these streets alone, she's new, he can tell. Imp is just about to approach her from the shadows- it might spook her, that'd be fun- but he's halted with a rush of heat down his back. 'I will not have her testing her divinity on us.'
'Hah, you think we'll get smited? She's only kind of an angel, so just a half-smite. Y'think we'll turn into salt? Or is that humans? I mean I'm kinda human so-'
A vise-like grip on his mind halts his rambling, and he sighs before going about things the pedestrian way. "Hey!" He calls, stepping into the light though his shadow doesn't follow. Imp supposes that he can at least spook her this way. Kind of. He only mostly looks human, and even that would give him sideways looks, with his large perpetually grinning witch's hat- the stitched mouth forming words that his tongue cannot. And the large sable cloak that only just conceals the pumpkin-shaped buttons on the equally dark tunic underneath. He supposes he looks appropriately witchy, even if he exchanges warts with lip and brow piercings and pointy shoes for brilliantly orange knee-high lace-up boots. His pointed face is open and expressive, bright blue eyes scrutinizing the blonde with cat-like curiosity. "What're you wandering around at night for?"
{ And to clarify, Imp doesn't actually speak- His hat speaks his thoughts, though not necessarily with his voice. He's...a character. }
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Post by Amber on Aug 6, 2019 4:00:44 GMT -5
(No worries! It happens to me too from time to time~)
Del contiuned to walk through the calm night. Her skin itched at the uncomfortable, almost unnatural, silence that filled the air. She pulled on her backpack tightly and kept an eye on the streets around her. The determined stubbornness she felt moments ago was starting to fade. She was beginning to wonder if coming out at all was a good idea. The young woman swallowed hard as she forced herself forward. It felt as though every nerve was fighting her as she walked along the quiet street. She tried to stomp out the feeling, but it refused to go away. Del bit her lip. Could this strong gut feeling be a purely foolish, human thing, or was it perhaps something new forming due to her unique heritage? The light-haired woman wasn't entirely sure and she didn't know what answer she'd prefer.
The woman began to quicken her pace as the feeling of being watched washed over her. It was sudden and intense. Biting her lip again, she reached towards her pocket, fingers dancing around her iron knife. She didn't grab it and instead let her hand hover around it. Del was probably overracting. She hadn't come across anyone yet and the darkness made people's senses go wild. Everything was going to be fine. She was going to be fine. Taking a deep breath, the young woman forced her feelings down and walked along the path. As she got closer to one of the streetlamps, she saw some sort of movement just beyond the edge of the light. Narrowing her eyes, she paused and watched the area for just a moment. She was being watched. Someone, or something, was just beyond the light unmoving for a second.
Del jumped when the strange man appeared from the dark. She could barely see him, he was just beyond her view shrouded in darkness from the extreme shadow by the streetlight. Although he spoke to her, a simple word to get her attention, the woman held her tongue. She watched him closely and kept distance between them. She, as far as she knew at least, had never seen or spoken to the stranger. He was most likely just as dangerous as a majority of creatures who occupied the town, if not moreso. Del contiuned to keep her mouth shut for a few moments, waiting for the man to make his next moves. After a brief pause, the stranger spoke again inquiring about her ongoings. She hesitated. She didn't exactly want to tell him what she was doing, it simply was unwise to do so. Del was sure if the residents of the town knew she was trying to research them, they wouldn't be happy about it to say the least. Instead, she blurted the first thing that came to mind. "I'm going to the store." She answered confidently. After she had a moment to think it over, Del realized how ridiculous the answer might be. It was late and she wasn't exactly around any kind of store. In fact, she was sure they were in the opposite direction. Best thing she could hope for was the man no thinking too deeply into it.
(Ah cool! Imp is very interesting so far and I'm liking the dynamic between him and his hat.)
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 6, 2019 7:30:42 GMT -5
The furnishings around her were astonishing. It felt more like she had just walked back in time a bit at the way the room was arranged. She had been in bars before, being 24 allowed her to do so, but none in her home town looked like this. The layout of the bar and tables were similar, but it was the decorating that made the difference. The room here looked like it belonged in someone's personal manor instead of an empty town such as this one. Then again, if she was able to find this man, perhaps it wasn't as empty as she thought.
Reaching the bar, the young woman let her backpack fall from her shoulder, and she set it down on the floor. Then she took a seat in one of the bar stools. The water was very much appreciated. She had brought some with her, but having it chilled was much more refreshing. Not to mention it didn't have the lingering taste of her thermos in it either. Dakota gladly took a swallow of the drink as the man placed the covered plate before her. Her stomach nearly growled at the smell as the dish was revealed, her mouth watering. Camping provisions were good enough to satisfy hunger, but apparently the wolf much preferred this well made meal instead. "I can pay for this," she informed him, taking up the fork and eating a bite. The taste was much better than the smell, if that was even possible. "I might look rough, but I do have money. A week without a shower, however, will leave anyone looking, and smelling, like a hobo. I apologize for that." She really didn't like being in is company, or any company, looking like this, but she had made her bed and she had to lay in it. At his introduction, she quickly swallowed the bite of food she had taken to do so in return. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Dakota Daniels."
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 6, 2019 19:11:10 GMT -5
{ Writing- please forgive general suckiness! I'm kind of busy/distracted today ^^" }
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 6, 2019 19:12:03 GMT -5
"Ah, but LiLi's cooking is priceless. So consider that a gift~ Your money will be welcome in regards to your room, however." As much as he'd like to, he couldn't very well accept money for something of Lian's- well he could, but he'd likely be found out and that was more trouble than it was worth. On to more interesting concerns, then...Apparently, she'd been traveling a week at least- and yet she was lost. Before or after reaching town, he wonders?
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, miss Dakota~ Please forgive any slights I may have visited upon you in whatever impression that has been given-" He turns fully to treat her to an apologetic smile. He'd assumed the backpack indicated premeditation, but she seems to imply a lot more- where was she going, then? And why? Lach can't help the thought- he loves adventure and the wanderlust not common amongst his kind tends to result in his seeking it out, if even in the form of stories. It's part of what makes him love his 'job'- he's always meeting travelers.
Lach hums, "Ah, no worries! We can see to that soon enough~ If you'd like, you are welcome to take your plate up to your room." He produces a key from the ring at his belt. "I'd be happy to show you up~"
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 6, 2019 19:15:23 GMT -5
Oh, hm. He was still more or less in the shadows- and generally always in the shadow of his hat- so he didn't quite get the reaction he wanted. But she was smart enough to be wary, so there was that! Maybe she'll last, after all? There are so many questions burning at the tip of his tongue, but his companion is burning too so. Her hazel gaze- clear even in semi-darkness - is focused entirely on him, so it's safe to assume that she can't sense his other half. And that makes sense, too. She's not quite an angel and Imp kind of makes it so he can't be perceived unless he wants to be anyway. That's a very interesting conclusion, but Imp can't really do much about it. Right now, at least.
He tries not to laugh at her response, and delivered so confidently too! But he can't laugh because that would give it away, and also he might choke because the smoke is slowly filtering into him. Which is both a relief and a pain- he's warmer but now there's someone else attempting to elbow him aside in his own body.
Imp doesn't have the best perception of time, but he doesn't think he's been quiet long enough to be weird either, so maybe his words come more naturally.
"What a coincidence~ So was I! Let's walk together, then~ I haven't seen you around before so you must not be too familiar with the streets, yes? This place can be confusing, y'know~" Imp smiles brightly, stepping forward and dropping into a sweeping bow with a theatric swirl of his cloak.
"I am Impossible~" Haha, he loves introducing himself~ The only thing that would make it better is his first name being mission...He should change his first name to Mission! "Premiere Warlock and Worker of Wonders, Purveyor of Odd Jobs- and so on and so forth." Soft blue eyes glitter under faded silvery fawn-colored bangs. "At your service~"
{ Thanks! ^^
And ah- if this post doesn't exactly make sense, that's because it's reflective of his mind and personality- ^^" }
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 6, 2019 19:46:03 GMT -5
(It's all good!)
"It's fine. I just wanted you to know I'm not completely at your mercy," Dakota told him. While she was grateful for his kindness, and greatly appreciated it, she was more than able to provide for herself and repay him for whatever he required for rooms and food for the night. That was, if it didn't cost an arm and a leg that is. If the rooms were too expensive, then she would try to find some other way to pay him. She wasn't above washing dishes or cleaning rooms in exchange for a safe room to sleep in and a warm shower.
At his offer to take her plate up to her room, she paused. The young woman hadn't realized how long she had been walking until she had gotten off her feet. The thought of getting up and putting a halt to her meal didn't appeal to her. "I think I'll be fine for a few more minutes while I finish," she told him. "It's been a while since I've spoken to anyone, so if you don't mind my current state, I think I'll stay here for a bit longer."
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Post by Protractor on Aug 6, 2019 19:54:36 GMT -5
(Anywhere I can throw my child
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 6, 2019 20:47:14 GMT -5
"Duly noted~" He grins, consciously softening the curve of his lips. An excellent mindset to have, but everyone was at someone's mercy in a town like this. At least in some shape or form.... Wintry green and blue eyes drift toward the windows- all blocked by curtains to dissuade prying eyes. There is still the matter of Lian's tiff to consider- The vampire king is currently one of the few beings capable of igniting his more incendiary moods- but Mirza and Imp are still lurking about somewhere out in the mist, so he can only hope that they can smooth over any possible...wrinkles.
Dakota's words return his gaze to hers, and Lach's answering smile washes away any previous concerns. "I'd be happy to provide you company, in that case~" He turns to select a bottle of something suitably light from the shelf and pours himself four fingers. "Do you drink?" It takes a lot to get him drunk, and he prefers stronger stuff- but in the spirit of hospitality, figures that if he were to offer his guest some, then it should be something more palatable. Lach cradles the glass as he leans against the counter, relaxing into it with the knowledge that he might be there a while. He looks forward to getting to know the werewolf better. They really do need new blood, in a sense.
"I've been known to travel as well, though I always find myself returning to the sea, in the end." A minute, wistful smile. "Or here, as of late." He lifts a shoulder in a mild shrug. "This town is a curiosity, and Lian is a bleedin' heart, so we found ourselves setting up shop for the time being." He tips his glass toward her and cants his head along with it, silvery locks brushing the pale freckled curve of his cheek. "And what brings you here, Dakota? If you don't mind my asking?"
{ Aish Lach is beginning to sound too British in my head ^^" I need to make him break out the bagpipes or something... }
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 6, 2019 20:48:24 GMT -5
{ I think it might depend, Skeleton- is he new or already a resident? That way we might know how to place him~ }
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 6, 2019 21:28:49 GMT -5
(XD Make him bust out his kilt, wear it around for a while. XD )
By the time he asked if she drank, Dakota was half way through her meal. The glass of water was pretty much gone as well. "I do," she replied. "Not a lot and not often, but I have a drink every now and then." She didn't specify what drink though. While her go to was normally beer, Lach seemed to be much more knowledgeable on the subject of alcohol than she, which was evident by the fact that he was the one behind the counter and not someone else. She would trust his judgement on what to have. If he asked for a preference, then she would tell him.
"I don't normally travel," the woman told him in answer to his statements. "I camp and hike, but I don't tend to go too far from home. This is a, uh, unusual and unavoidable circumstance." She was hesitant to hint as her being a werewolf. A part of her didn't want to acknowledge it, as it denying it would make it go away. It was foolish and all in vain, of course, but she saw no reason to tell this man about it. Chances were, if she told him the truth, he'd either laugh at her or think she was crazy. "I actually didn't mean to come here, wherever here is. As I mentioned before, I sort of got turned around and before I knew it, I was lost."
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 6, 2019 23:45:06 GMT -5
{ Lach excuses himself only to return wearing a kilt and eating haggis with a dirk. "Seh an'ywae-" }
{ also lol at Dakota trusting Lach's judgment with alcohol because I know almost nothing about it. I actually did some research before writing my previous post but decided 'screw it' and was intentionally vague. x3 }
"Oh?" He straightens with a grin, "nothin' like a good drink after a hard walk, aye? What's your poison?" Lach retrieves another glass, wiping it down briefly before moving aside so that Dakota could see the collection clearly. As long as it isn't top shelf, drinks can technically come with the room. His partner is generous like that. It makes him smile to see how quickly she's finishing her meal- though he's also a touch envious; Lian generally only cooks for strays.
If Lach's ears were currently capable of perking, they would. Be that as it may, he allows a brow to arch and interest to thread into his tone. "Unusual and unavoidable, eh?" Well, that supports his inference of her being a new werewolf, then. Likely bitten rather than born. Is it a blessing or a curse, to have found herself here? He brushes pale fingers over his smiling mouth and tilts his head inquisitively. "Perhaps it's fate, then~ You'll find that yours isn't a singular story. Not here. Only those who are meant to be lost find their way to our wee corner of nowhere."
Being cryptic is for the fae, so he adds. "I won't pry-" Much as wishes to, "But I'd like to be honest with you here and now, rather than you suffering for lack of knowledge somewhere out there-" He waves a hand in the general direction of the door before sliding Dakota's drink before her- she might be in want of it after this- and returning to leaning casually against the bar.
"Neither of us are fully human, but we both had some inkling of that, yeah?"
{ Hm, Lach turned out much nicer than he was meant to be originally... Original!Lach would have offered Dakota actual silverware to out her as being a werewolf- even though silver is his weakness too...Creatures from Celtic folklore all seem to be pretty savage lol }
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Post by Amber on Aug 7, 2019 0:03:24 GMT -5
The young woman kept her eyes on the odd man. She didn't want to look away, concerned of what might happen if she did. As she focused on the stranger, she noticed the unusual way he dressed coupled with his almost human appearence. He was truly a character, though a bit unnerving. Perhaps it was signs of a demon or vampire of somekind? Or maybe he was something more akin to a witch instead. She wasn't entirely sure, but her curiosity was growing the more she wondered. She was slightly startled when the man taled again. She found herself subconciencly stepping back a few steps, though she kept her gaze on him.
As the man spoke, the young woman watched him with a skeptical gazed. He was either lying or it was a convenient coincidence and Del was sure it was the former. She was tempted to say no, but perhaps the meeting was an opportunity for her. She could ask the man questions. Not just about himself, but about the other creatures and the town itself. Besides, between her powers and weapons she would probably be safe. A decision made, Del nodded. "Alright, I'll take you up on your offer. Traveling in a pair is safer anyway and as you've figured out I haven't been here long."
As he spun and smiled about, Del couldn't help but feel a little more comfortable around the man. Of course that was probably the point of his display and she wasn't about to blindly trust him, however she let herself relax slightly. She contiuned to watch the man with increasing interest. She stared at him for a moment and nodded when he introduced himself as a warlock. She smiled and slightly curtsyed in return. "I'm Del. It's short for...Della." Once more the young woman answered confidently, though it wasn't the truth. She wasn't sure if it was true, but in folklore names were a powerful thing. Perhaps if she didn't give him her real name, he wouldn't have any power over her. Of course it could simply be false, but Del would rather be safe. "What about you? What should I call you?"
(You're welcome! And no worries everything came across to me perfectly~)
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 7, 2019 0:34:03 GMT -5
She was skeptical, of course, watching him warily but seeming to take him in stride all the same. That's interesting too! She didn't even remark on the fact that his mouth doesn't move when he speaks. Or, well, 'speaks'. His voice doesn't work when he's in control of his body, which Mirza asserts is some type of blessing. Or it would be if he didn't have Sort; who speaks for him and manages to be fairly accurate. This voice is even the copy of a Brit in his twenties, which suits Imp's appearance. Though he's debatably British- possibly? Cornish, maybe. But he'd rather be British so he can claim he's gone to Hogwarts. 'Focus.' Mirza reminds him, the word searing into his skull. 'Move.' Hm, one-word orders. He must be focusing on something independent of his body- It's strange to think how there's a mind thinking alongside his. Ha!
Imp chuckles a bit. Well, Sort does, and he just flashes his pearly whites in a brief smile. "Excellent decision, really~ I can show you all the best places!" He bounces on the toes of his boots like an eager child. "This way, then~" Imp waves a gloved hand and spins on his heel, indicating a side street branching off from their own. He's charmed when she responds to his bow with a curtsy- it's been a while since he's seen one in person. And been curtsied to! That's nice~ "It's nice to meet you, Del~!" His eyes shine brighter with the advent of his good cheer, tipping his large hat. "You can call me Imp, if you'd like~ I don't really have a last name. Sometimes it's Kay, but that's technically Mirza's. Impossible is likely my middle name, if I'm going to make Mission my first."
He walks backward to face her as he rambles, momentarily forgetting that there was a point to all of this. "Oh! What're you looking to buy? I'm running low on eye of newt, myself."
{ That's a relief! ^^ }
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 7, 2019 7:15:48 GMT -5
(At some point, that must happen. XD And I have no idea about drinks either, that's why she trusted him. XD)
With Lach out of the way, Dakota let her eyes wander over his collection of drinks. While she didn't drink a lot, she was able to pick out familiar bottles that she had seen before. It didn't help in making a decision, but what should that matter? She wasn't here to get drunk, so she decided that her normal would be sufficient for the moment. "A beer will be fine. Or something light," she answered. "I'm not much of an adventurous drinker."
His words drew in her curiosity. What did he mean by that? If there were others who traveled to the town, then why did the streets feel so empty? It was getting later in the day, but still, she hadn't sensed such strangeness around her. It was as if she had walked into a different world entirely. The more he spoke, the more uneasy she felt. Whenever people had to give visitors a warning, that wasn't a good sign. When she was offered her drink, the glass was half-way to her lips before she froze. He knew she wasn't human. She had tried hard to act as normal as possible, trying to keep the little habits she seemed to pick up since being bitten to a minimum. He knew what she was because he wasn't human either. Had that been the strange feeling she had when she first saw him? Looking at him now, she could sense something was off. His looks, his mannerism, his words, they all held something unfamiliar to them. Her eyes meet his as he tried to formulate what to say. In the end, she settled with, "What is this place?" Suddenly, she was feeling like maybe she shouldn't have wandered into this town at all.
(Lol, he should have done that. That would have been amazing to see. XD Gotta love those mischievous Celtic creatures.)
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Post by Amber on Aug 7, 2019 20:56:05 GMT -5
The man was quite captivating and seemed knowledgeable. Or at least had an air of confidence that made it appear he was knowledgable. Perhaps it was all a ploy to get her to got with him, even to get her more alone than she already was. If that was the plan, than unfortunately for her it was working. She wanted to know more about the town and its residences, especially because she had barely gone out or talked with anyone. It's not that she didn't want to explore or talk to people, she was just a little shy. Perhaps by going with the stranger, it could help her step out of her shell some. Besides, she would at least learn something on the little adventure even if it would end with her fighting. Pushing the thought away, Del turned her attention back towards the man. She flashed an awkward smile back out of habit then silently trailed behind him. Her senses were still high on alert and she walked cautiously through the quiet street.
Del drew in a breath as the self-proclaimed warlock spoke. There was a charm to his demeanor and his words. A charm that Delphinium would never admit to liking and hoped he didn't pick up on. Once more the woman found herself smiling and then chuckled as he spoke. "Well it's nice to meet you, Imp. You certainly have an interesting name, though it's not as flashy as Mission Impossible." Imp seemed to have a flair for the dramatic. He was a nice contrast to the dark and cold atmosphere she was used to. "Hey you mentioned someone else. Who's Mirza?" The beginnings of dread nipped at her stomach. Was this Mirza a friend of Imp? Could they be watching the pair right now as Del was blindly lured into a trap? The woman had powers, but she wasn't sure they'd be enough against two supernatural begins. Del shook her head and took a deep breath. Making herself nervous wasn't going to help anything, it would ju st make the situation worse. The quarter-angel tightened her grip on her bag and contiuned to follow.
There was a silence that had settle between her and Imp. It didn't last for long as Imp turned and began to walk backwards mumbling. She raised an eye at him and wondered what he wanted. When he rambled about what he needed from the store and asked her what she was getting, Del bit her lip. She didn't even think about what she would get at the store. It wasn't a big deal, it would be easy to come up with an answer. However if he kept pressing, the lies might be harder to keep up with. "Oh, well I was thinking about getting some milk and maybe eggs myself. Nothing fancy like eye of newt."
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 8, 2019 0:24:50 GMT -5
{ At the most random time- he just has to be excessively Scottish lol. Though most likely when he loses his temper. Just: "And yer jus sittin' in yer gaff scunnered aboot a piece a land?! Awa' n bile yer head ya howlin' roaster!" Ah, so they're both just drinking from random bottles. 'This looks nice!' }
Lach can't help preening a bit under Dakota's admittedly cagey scrutiny. She seems more spooked now- But she didn't honestly believe someone like him could be human, did she? Humans don't come in his particular brand of gorgeous- and the silken strands of moonlight that comprise his mane are unique solely to him. There was once a time when humans were so arrested by his beauty that they couldn't possibly mistake him for a mortal- not that it was a good thing, as it could make hunting a challenge- Ah~ It is both blessing and curse to be so sinfully alluring...~
Oh, what was she talking about again?
He blinks to find Dakota's gaze on his, slowly lowering her glass as she struggles to find the words to respond. Eventually, she decides on something simple. A good question~
"It's an inbetween place where we can live free of humans. Or they can live free of us, depending on how ya look at it~" Lach takes a casual sip of his drink, keeping his movements light and body language open and relaxed, not that it's a hardship. He's had this talk before. "You're free to be what you are here." To an extent, when there are vampires with incendiary tempers whiling about. "I thought you should know so that there are no unpleasant surprises later...Not everyone here is as open and discreet as I am." He flashes her a brilliant smile and waves his hand- a flippant, graceful gesture that he had already displayed- this time, however, his smile reveals sharp pearly teeth and prominent canines.
{ They're so terrible it's fun lol I'll find him more opportunities to be devious then~ }
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 8, 2019 0:31:15 GMT -5
Imp can tell that she's beginning to relax more in his presence- just a touch, though. Clever bird~ She even continued to not-quite tell the truth. Del might be what she's accustomed to being called, but 'Della' doesn't sound quite right. Even though it reminds him of a duck- and he wonders if she has wings too?- His nose itched when she said it, so it must be a lie. Mirza is a stickler for that kind of thing, though Imp believes it's entirely reasonable for her to do so. And yet- he's the one under the hat and she's been acting kinda shady. Not bad shady. Just suspicious shady. He doesn't actually believe she has any ill intentions though. Mirza makes him a pretty good judge of character and she doesn't seem the type- Not that he'd be really likely to stop her if she was up to no good- that would be fun! But he'd have to step in if she made someone powerful angry- a not-all-the-way angel could have the local demons on her halo real quick.
Del smiles and chuckles at his words and Imp's own smile brightens in response. He likes to make others smile and laugh too! Del doesn't seem like she's had much opportunity to do so lately. Perhaps he can change that~
"Mission Impossible is definitely flashier~ And Mission Impossible Kay would probably work too~ You can still call me Imp, though. It's a mouthful. We should save it for special moments. Like when I blow something up." He mimes an explosion with his hands and Sort obligingly adds the sound effects. Then, in a stage whisper, "Mission Impossible-" A pause and wink, coupled with a peace sign and theatric pose that allows his cloak to flare in a sudden breeze. "Kay~!"
When she mentioned Mirza, she seemed to regain her nervousness, tightening the grip on her bag with a spike of anxiety. Imp isn't sure how Mirza reacts to this, as he's still distant. "Hey oh~ No need to worry about him. He's the worst demonic being ever- ow!" The warlock rubs mulishly at his temple, though his smile remains. "Mirza's an ifrit. We share a body- okay!- technically it's his body and I'm just." He shrugs. "Here. By the grace of his infernal mercy or whatever~" Imp rolls his eyes and waves a hand, dismissing the semantics of it all. "You'll probably meet him later. He's being weird right now."
'You cannot be so candid with complete strangers.'
'Ehhh isn't it fine, though? You don't have the same weaknesses when we team up~'
'An angel is still a potential threat regardless of degree.'
'Not this one~!'
Mirza's irritation is palpabale, but what else is new? His friend!
"Hm hm." Imp nods thoughtfully. "Dragon eggs or martlet eggs? 'Cause you're gonna need a lot of gold for the former- but you probably won't have to worry about the price of bat milk~" Haha~! His nose is going to be itching all night but he doesn't mind~
{ Just thought I'd clarify that 'Sort' is his hat. Predictably named after the Sorting Hat. }
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 8, 2019 12:03:56 GMT -5
(I'm working on a reply, but it'll be a few hours before I get to post it. Until then, I have to say Lach is now one of my favorite characters. XD)
(Please tell me he does that whenever he hits his toe on something. XD Sounds about right to me, lol.)
An in-between? Dakota noted the way he said "we" and not "him," meaning that he was not the only non-human in the town, not including her of course. Should that have surprised her? Probably not, but considering that she had only just entered the supernatural world, she had a hard time coming to terms with this information. A month ago, she didn't believe that werewolves existed. In the time she had discovered that they very much did, in fact, exist, she hadn't let herself think of what other things could be real. Lach wasn't like her, that was plain to see, but she wasn't sure exactly what he was. She had never really heard of anything described the way he looked.
"Unpleasant surprises?" she echoed, wariness once more lacing her words. Her drink sat on the table before her, untouched. She was having second thoughts about having accepted the food and drink, even if there was no need to be suspicious of it. "What exactly lives here?" If she was going to be spending the night in town, she wanted to know what to look out for. What was it he was warning her about really?
(Bleh, this was a completely horrible response, and I'm sorry. I just couldn't for the life of me think of anything she would do/say and I have no idea why. If it isn't good, tell me and I'll try to edit it to make it better.)
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Post by Protractor on Aug 8, 2019 18:49:13 GMT -5
(I'm not liking having to wait so long to reply to these things but I think my baby's gonna be new
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Post by Amber on Aug 8, 2019 20:58:25 GMT -5
(Just as I was about to post this, my connection went out. It was out for a good thirty minutes or so, at least not too bad this time. One of many reasons why I write on a document first.)
The young woman noticed Imp's smile brighten. He was quite jovial, which lightened her mood some. She didn't feel as nervous around him, though it was probably due to having someone else around on the lonely streets. Perhpas it was because she had only been out twice before, but everything felt so empty. Before, there were at least a few other people prowling about. Now it was only her and Imp. She wondered why that was, but didn't dwell on it. Her gaze snapped back to the man as he began talking about his name. Del found herself laughing and peering closer in captivation. "That's true. Use the name only when something really cool- like an explosion -happens. If we over use it, it can lose its coolness." She winked back, though didn't think she pulled it off as well.
The quarter-angel glanced around once more as Imp answered. He noticed her discomfort, but his words helped calm her nerves. Del nodded as she gazed at Imp- or Mirza she supposed -for a moment. She loosened her grip on her backpack and relaxed some as she contiuned to follow the stranger. She rubbed her chin and leaned forward, as if to study the man. "Okay, interesting. Did you just show up one day, Imp or was there some sort of process for it? Can you guys communicate through some telepathy or is it only verbal communication? Is it possible to separate or are you always together? That is if you don't mind me asking of course. Sorry for all the questions, I'm the curious type." Del wanted to make sure she wasn't asking anything that could make Imp uncomfortable. She also didn't want to say anything that could cause her trouble. As an angel only in part, the last thing she needed was a more powerful creature out to hunt her. She wasn't sure if she could fight back and live against someone like that.
As the pair strolled on, Imp spoke again. For the first time, Del noticed that the man's mouth didn't move with his words. In fact, it didn't move at all. She would probably ask about it later, though she was sure it had something to do with the shared body thing. Her focus was shattered at the mention of dragons. Del paused for a moment as her eyes widened in excitment. "You can buy dragon eggs?! And-And there's a whole store to get that kind of stuff?!" The world of the supernatural truly was weird, but exciting. She was finding something new everyday, like the fact that dragons existed. "Looks like I still have a lot to learn about this place. At least a lot more than I originally thought. Is it alright if I ask questions? And if so, is there anything I should avoid asking about? I'm new, but don't want to overstep any boundries."
(Thanks for the clarification. And predictably so~)
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 8, 2019 22:41:28 GMT -5
{ Glad to hear read it~! He's a new one but I'm having fun figuring him out~ Not in front of a ~lady~ but the second he thinks he's out of earshot...Generally I'd say he's the type to smile through his anger, but his accent would deepen and he'd throw in a lot more slang as he progresses haha }
Lach allows the werewolf to process his words in silence, though his smile remains when she appears to attempt placing him somewhere on her list of known supernatural beings. He's quite fond of confusing others as well~ They generally tend to believe he's one of the fae- the absolute scrotes- but he's forced to allow the misconception when the truth often has his kind taken advantage of. It is for this reason that no matter how much he dearly wishes to leave them at least partly open, his shirts are always buttoned up to the neck. His hair can be rather tell-tale as well, but he generally braids and ties it up during 'business hours' to give it the illusion of being shorter. Nothing that he can do about its beauty, though~ Lach absently twirls a lock around his finger, admiring the way the quicksilver strands reflect the light when Dakota speaks again.
His eyes shift to hers and he sets his empty glass on the counter with a hum. "Mm aye, better to know what you're gettin' into before it gets you~" Lach's smile becomes something less inherently predatory at this. "Here? An overgrown reptile and warlock are the only constants- and that damned fae-" He adds as a sour afterthought. Technically Mirza counts as his own person, but he doesn't like being mentioned if he isn't present. Lach wonders if it's a preference borne of paranoia- though ifrit are much more powerful than djinni and don't exactly have a 'natural predator'. He supposes Mirza likely doesn't have as much 'oomph' when he can't fully manifest, however.
"In the town proper- a disgusting number of vampires, a demon clan or two, and then a few other odds and ends that wander in~ If you look, I'm sure that you would find more like you as well~" Lach casually pours himself another glass after this- no use hiding what he already knows. Werewolves have a distinctive scent to them. "They might find you first, unattached as you are-" A thread of pride enters his tone when he continues. "Not that it's anything for you to be concerned over~ As long as you are a guest here at the Sirideán, none may touch you." Not without consequences. He'd ensured the building was truly an 'inbetween' place in an attempt to prevent Lian from having further spats with the Serpent Charmer. Fortunately both typically kept to themselves, and the vampire king rarely participated in the territory feud.
{ I don't see it! It all reads perfectly well to me~ And I understand having a dip in inspiration- so no worries there! ^^ }
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 8, 2019 22:43:09 GMT -5
{ New like just got here? Or new like amberstorm's character, where he's been here a while? I'd need to know if you wanted me to write first? }
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 8, 2019 22:48:35 GMT -5
{ Same here! There're a lot of storms trying to screw up my wifi ^^" That's a good idea, too! I try to copy & paste your posts to a document so that I can read/check with them as I write my response~ But then it disappears when I actually try to post so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ }
Imp laughs when she shifts into Nerd Mode. Ah, so that's what she was getting at! Well, he's happy to indulge her~ He loves to talk! Silence makes it feel lonely no matter how many people are present. When Del leans forward to study him, he adopts a pensive 'mature' look like one of those art pieces of famous philosophers- but can't quite hold it. First his lips twitch, then his nose wrinkles and his mouth curves into an amused smile, silently laughing at himself. He wishes he had a mirror- "I am, indeed, interesting." Imp fluffs his silvery hair and lifts his pointed chin, blue eyes glittering with mirth.
"I was born. The ugly mundane way." Well, there was a lot more magic involved but still. He briefly sticks out his tongue in distaste. "I wish I just-" He flicks his fingers. "Poof! Appeared- that'd be so much more interesting." It would! And now that he thinks about it-
'Did you just appear out of thin air?'
'No.' Tsk, still one-word answers. That could mean anything, maybe the air just wasn't thin.
"Both." He bounces a bit on the toes of his boots. He feels like he's being interviewed! "We have a magical and spiritual connection so we can communicate with anything, really. We don't even need words to understand each other."
"We can separate, but it's not good for us over a long distance." A twinge, Mirza doesn't want him saying why. Boo. "We can survive without each other for a while though." Compromise!
"I don't mind!" Imp waves away her apology with a grin. "You should be writing this down! We're one of a kind, y'know~!" Out of all the children his mother attempted the ritual on, he was the only one to survive, after all~ And mostly intact! There were a few pieces missing but he's still a singular success! And Mirza is a rare ifrit with morals or somesuch thing. His first instinct was to protect a lone angelic being rather than kill or otherwise harm her, after all. They'd make for a great story! Or movie- or tv series!
Del's excitement inspires an expression that truly suits his nickname and is in fact, rather impish. Oof, now Mirza's making him feel bad. But it's at least a little fun! He didn't technically lie, he just needs to clear things up before she meets Lian. And ah, they're getting rather close now- the buildings are starting to be spaced further apart as they near the eastern edge of town.
Mirza's too distant for his scolding to really dampen Imp's amusement, and his tone takes on a singsong quality. "So you want a dragon's egg, eh~?" Haha, wait 'till Lian finds out! "Afraid you'd have to get those on the Vantablack Market~ Well most people, anyway~ I know where you can get one though!" He gives her a conspirators' wink. "I'm surprised you didn't know already~ How long've enough you been here?" She doesn't act very angelical. Not that he'd know how they act, but Mirza's met a few. Del seems to be from the human side of things, which makes her extra fun~! He can be her guide and show her the ropes!
"Yes yes of course~! Ask away! Even if others won't answer you, I will! And Mirza's a nerd, too! I'm sure he'd be happy to help~" Del's next words prompt a snort. So maybe she's a little angelical- not a lot of people really care about overstepping their boundaries when everyone's already so volatile. "Not with me! I'm an open book~"
'An open book written in an illegible hand, scribbled over with a child's crayon-coated whimsy.' Mirza takes the time to snark. Imp laughs and almost trips backward over his cloak.
{ Literally Anyone: *actually thinks* Impossible, a man with the impulse control of a 3 y'o: Haha nerd }
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2019 22:54:40 GMT -5
{{I am super sorry to everyone for not being around. The past few days have been hectic for me, to say the least. I should be able to start rping regularly again. Also, if Dunamis agrees I'll have them be a 'mod' for this thread and can accept people and approve/disapprove ideas. If you feel that is too much Dunamis, don't be afraid to reject the offer. I'd totally understand.}}
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Dunamis
What up, I'm Fin, I'm 19, and I never freakin' learned how to sleep
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Post by Dunamis on Aug 8, 2019 23:03:36 GMT -5
{ Oh, sure! I'd be happy to help~! ^^ }
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