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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 9, 2016 0:04:36 GMT -5
to get my mind off this goddamn election
please?
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Post by Ace on Nov 9, 2016 0:06:23 GMT -5
Eyy, same, distract me. What did you have in mind?
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 9, 2016 0:07:38 GMT -5
oh hi
maybe something supernatural? with vampires and crap or something idk just really feeling one of those rps rn
do you have any ideas?
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Post by Ace on Nov 9, 2016 0:11:52 GMT -5
I'm down for vampires~ Maybe demons as well? My favourite character of mine fits an incubus role quite completely lol. Maybe a world of humans in which an underground network of supernatural creatures rule from behind the scenes? Cute humans are oblivious for the most part?
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 9, 2016 0:13:15 GMT -5
please
anything is great and i'm totally down for that
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Post by Ace on Nov 9, 2016 0:17:56 GMT -5
Okay cool because my five characters are all kind of connected through organized crime so that'll make things incredibly easy for me ^^ So I think it's safe to say all my characters will be some sort of supernatural being. What about your characters?
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 9, 2016 0:19:15 GMT -5
I think I'll only have like one or two (three?) because handling like five or six is kinda hard for me lmao
one is probably going to be human and the other(s) supernatural
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Post by Ace on Nov 9, 2016 0:23:43 GMT -5
Alright~! How do you want to start? What kinda circumstances? And will your supernatural be with the 'mob' or some sort of rogue?))
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 9, 2016 0:28:26 GMT -5
(maybe there's a fight going on in the streets or something? idk really)
(the human might come in later in the roleplay, I'll just do a couple of characters one or two at a time)
(one of the supernaturals is a rogue, and the other is a gang member maybe)
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Post by Ace on Nov 9, 2016 0:29:50 GMT -5
Alright, cool, a fight, I'm down with that. Do you want me to start?))
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 9, 2016 0:31:03 GMT -5
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Post by Ace on Nov 9, 2016 0:42:31 GMT -5
Shafer glanced around tentatively and pulled the hood back from his head when he saw no one. He shifted his hair out of the sweater's confines and let it cascade down his back in waves. He ruffled it out a couple times and took a few moments to imagine how majestic he just looked. The fresh air filled his lungs and he felt his eyes well up with tears of happiness. He hadn't been truly outside for... It had to have been a year by now. Not since Kryotic's name stretched all over the world of lowkey supernaturals and became the most feared piece of unpredictable leadership in centuries. "Hey. You're Shafer. Right?" And then a hand was suddenly clamped over his mouth and dragging him into a nearby alleyway. He immediately started yelling and struggling for all he was worth. But he wasn't strong in the slightest and his head was too filled with panic to even consider defending himself with his abilities... So this was why Kryotic tried to keep him in the apartment at all times. Ice hot shame filled him entirely and heated his cheeks as he thought about having to explain this to Kry, if he even lived that long.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 9, 2016 0:54:54 GMT -5
(faceclaim is revenge mikey way because i'm trash don't judge me pls)
A darkened figure had landed on top of a nearby building close to the alley just moments earlier, his inhuman black eyes which left enough room for a haunting golden iris flitting lazily between alleys, trying to find something of interest here. Seeing nothing as of now, he tucked his ebony wings as close as he could to his body and let out a sigh. Nothing was ever really interesting here anymore, He thought with a frown present on his features. Maybe he hadn't been in the right place at the right time yet, he didn't know.
Suddenly, scuffling and yelling sounds made his ears prick upwards, a smile soon replacing the frown as his eyes shifted over to a nearby alleyway. Finally. He thought, extending out his wings and quickly taking off with soft wingbeats in the nighttime sky. He landed with a soft thump of boots on roofing, looking over the edge of the roof to smile at what was going on below him. This could be interesting.
"My my, what do we have here?" His voice carried a faint accent from the East of the US, as that was where he indeed grew up. He tapped his foot against the roofing tiles as he looked on from up above, already feeling his claws start to form on the edge of his fingertips.
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Post by Ace on Nov 9, 2016 1:04:34 GMT -5
Ahh no judgement whatsoever <3 And I'll grab you a picture of Shafer. i.imgur.com/RN4DwBO.jpg )) Shafer's screams softened into gentle whimpers when it became painfully clear that there was no use in struggling. His captor was simply too strong. And when he felt his hair being toyed with teasingly and a hot exhale pour over his ear, it was safe to say the demon was terrified. "Shhh, it's alright, bonito. Everything's okay... How much faith do you have in your man's wealth? Does he care as much about you as everyone thinks he does? Because if he does, you've got nothing to worry about." The innate fear of abandonment flooded Shafer's chest all at once at that prospect and before he realized it was coming at all, hot tears were streaming down his face and making it beyond difficult to breathe. A sympathetic noise sounded from his captor before he was abruptly interrupted by a vague voice from above. Shafer tried to look up but was restrained by the hand still locked around his jaw. On the other hand, the demon of war behind him glanced up in a snap. "Get your own, a--hole, this one's mine."
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 9, 2016 1:21:18 GMT -5
The man chuckled slightly to himself, dipping into the alley and landing with a soft pat of boots on pavement. It was clear that this - demon? - that this other person - another demon? - had in a sort of choke hold clearly was not liking it. But the bvious question was, who would? The man shook his head and smiled, walking closer with light footsteps as he wound a finger into a lock of his golden brown hair and biting his lip. "No, I'd rather not. This one's very pretty." He added to a subtle wink to the demon (?) in the hold as a way to say 'don't worry.'. He swiped his tongue over his lips, his eyes half-lidded and quite lazy as he looked towards the man who was holding the demon with an odd smile. He debated in his mind whether to use his power over fear to his advantage here, but this guy looked pretty tough so he doubted it would do much. At least his enhanced strength and agility might get him somewhere.
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Post by Ace on Nov 9, 2016 1:35:01 GMT -5
Shafer didn't know how to feel. At least with the guy currently trapping his breath in his throat was a sure bet. He wanted ransom and he'd let him go if he got his ransom. But this new character, Shafer was wary. Or he liked to think he was wary. He liked to think that he was weighing the pros and cons of rushing into the new stranger's arms and risking even more sinister intentions, but to be entirely honest, he just wanted out of whoever was currently wrapped around him. The battle-geared demon holding the incubus captive puffed his chest up a bit and jolted Shafer around in the process. Posturing was difficult when trying to hold someone hostage. "Do you even know who he is? No, buddy, he's mine. I caught him, I'm collecting the reward, it's just the honour system. Don't be a scavenger, go hunt your own. I've been tracking this friggin kid since downtown."
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 9, 2016 1:47:33 GMT -5
(oh oops)
The man laughed once more, tapping his boots against the pavement of the alley. He knew he had to help this dude somehow, it was clear he would like nothing more than to be out of this other guy's grimy hands. So, the man decided he would indeed help. "But what if I don't want to?" He spoke in a mocking tone, staring into the eyes of the demon's captor with an expression to match. He could make the mind twist the captor's reality into a terrifying nightmare, whether he liked it or not, but that all depended on how strong this guy's mind/mental state was. It might make him go insane or it might do absolutely nothing. But he decided to try it anyways, despite the possible backfires. Leaning ever so slightly closer, his inhuman eyes still boring into the other demon's own, he applied a little bit of the familiar feeling with a wicked smile on his face. He hoped this would work as he started to ramp it up, the almost unexplainable feeling of manipulating emotions running through him.
(agh im so stressed soz if my replies arent too good)
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Post by Ace on Nov 9, 2016 1:56:29 GMT -5
Don't worry about it, you poor kids. You poor, poor kids, I'm so sorry. I'm in Canada, so.))
Shafer felt the man behind him react in stages. First his grip on his jaw tightened substantially, wrenching a sharp yelp of pain from the smaller demon and an indignant squirm. He was expecting some sort of version of physical abuse for that act of insolence. At least a smack upside the head or something. But there was nothing. He had a small window of time to ponder that as quickly enough, he was released all at once and all but lost his hearing thanks to the shriek that came from the apparently very-weak minded demon. He immediately took a dive for his saviour, bowling right past him and pressing up against the opposite wall. He cursed breathlessly and panted at the same time, or at least he tried his best as he watched the battle demon before him drop to his knees, clutch at his eyes, and scream his lungs out. The incubus only found his voice a few seconds after his original captor's gave out. "What the hell did you do."
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 9, 2016 2:08:11 GMT -5
(rip america)
There we go. Down on the floor. He smiled even wider now at his success, wings fluttering ever so slightly in victory as he lessened the fear, wanting to go and kick the dude or something but deciding not to for obvious reasons. Messing with the mental state was enough. "Oh, nothing, just a little manipulation." Didn't go in detail however, as he barely knew this guy and it could be disastrous. But oh well, this man was a loner, more like a rogue actually. What did he have to lose? "You alright there?" He asked the incubus with a friendlier tone, shooting a disdainful look at the screaming demon.
(just sayin, this dude isn't all that powerful. sure he has power over fear and other emotions, but the latter is very weak and fear is his main power and one that gets used a lot. he has enhanced strength, speed, and senses, and has invisibility, but again the latter is weak and very rare. Only works for a couple of minutes at a time, and the enhancements I'm guessing are usually the norm in these parts lol)
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Post by Ace on Nov 9, 2016 2:18:57 GMT -5
Shafer watched in something not unlike horror, gaze flicking between the demon and the other demon and then back to the first demon and then jumping to the second. He couldn't think over the muffled noises his captor was making. So when his saviour started talking, he barely heard it and he definitely did not comprehend it. He could only sort of tell that it was directed towards him. He stared up at him, lips parted and moving nonsensically. "What?"
Haha well let's just say that this demon is really weak when it comes to the mind <3))
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 9, 2016 2:28:11 GMT -5
(whoops that didn't make much sense lol i think i worded it wrong ^^")
(what i meant with the emotions was, and i really should have said this instead, was that he has great power over fear but that cannot be said for other emotions (very weak))
The man, noticing how this other demon couldn't hear what he had just said, found himself growling as his voice was apparently washed out by the other demon's screaming. So, as his eyebrows crossed in annoyance, the man delivered the kick he had been thinking about. "Shut up!" He barked in a loud voice, hoping that this would shut him up. It probably wouldn't, but he could always just do what this other demon did to the incubus and grip him in a choke hold. That would shut him up.
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Post by Ace on Nov 9, 2016 2:32:43 GMT -5
Ahh okay gotcha!))
Shafer flinched when the other demon was kicked, the sudden lack of noise scaring him more than the actual movement. The broken battle demon went significantly quieter at that, obviously in some sort of survival mode as his hands were still firmly clamped over his eyes and he listened to orders rather well. Shafer swallowed thickly and dragged his tongue over his lower lip, experiencing everything like he was in third person. Hey, maybe he'd been told to just... Leave. Yeah, that made sense. He offered a small smile to his saviour before he turned and promptly booked it into the street.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 9, 2016 2:45:32 GMT -5
The man was satisfied, whispering to "be careful who you talk to" and turning back round to see the incubus running off. Like he definitely should. He thought, and the back of his mind vaguely contemplated whether to follow him or not, but he shook his head and chuckled once more at this strange occurrence, soon lifting his wings and taking off into the nighttime sky.
(what now?)
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Post by Ace on Nov 9, 2016 2:50:53 GMT -5
Shafer's very close to the head of the supernatural movement, so would there be any reason for that particular demon to be involved with them? To attend some sort of event? Like let's say Kryotic hosts a dinner for the sole purpose of gathering every supernatural being that wishes to show up and hear their piece, would he be there?))
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 9, 2016 2:53:23 GMT -5
(oh ok sounds good)
(and yes he would be there)
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Post by Ace on Nov 9, 2016 3:16:25 GMT -5
Alright so I'll just. Type a thing up.))
Shafer dr-aped himself over the chair at the head of the table. No one had really sat down yet, the evening had just begun and the freaks were still up and about, socializing and sizing each other up in a relatively friendly way. Well, they couldn't be too unfriendly with each other, that wouldn't fly here. Not with how many guards Kryotic had brought along for the occasion, the combined power of the posse reaching god-status. Speaking of Kryotic, Shafer hadn't seen him in a while. He could only hope no one would mistake him for their fearless leader, that would be awkward. After all his throne-like dining chair was directly beside the emperor's. On the bright side, he felt like the empress Kryotic constantly told him he was. Dressed in pretty fabrics and gleaming jewels, he was a much different picture than the pathetic, sniveling puddle of self-pity he'd been a couple months ago in that alley.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 9, 2016 3:33:24 GMT -5
Sterling (yes, that's his name) found himself among the people milling around, wearing an older black cavalry jacket (silver buttons, stripes, and long sleeves included) and skinny jeans, topped off with combat boots which clicked with buckles. He honestly didn't know why he was here in the first place, other than he just wanted to hear what was going to be said by this 'great emperor' or something. He shook his head, tucking his wings close to him as he pushed through masses of other supernaturals as he searched fro something interesting. He was always doing that, drawn to excitement and thrill. And to him, nothing was of interest.
He headed towards the main table area, figuring there'd be something to do there or something interesting happening at least near there. And oddly he was mildly disappointed when he emerged from the crowds that he didn't see anything that he was looking for. At first. As his eyes scanned across the table, they had landed on a familiar figure. The demon from the alley? He asked himself. But he looks so extravagant... He folded his hands behind his back anyways, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he backed up.
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Post by Ace on Nov 9, 2016 3:43:32 GMT -5
Shafer was approached once or twice by various supernatural beings, mostly the bodyguards, asking if he wanted anything. But there was the occasional commoner who wanted to know when Kryotic would be around to take their questions and suggestions. Shafer honestly found it kind of hilarious. It was a parody of a democracy. An illusion. This was a dictatorship, it was Kryotic or a complete lack of support at this point and yes, the emperor would listen to his people but it ultimately didn't matter what they wanted and what they didn't want. The dream-walker simply thought of himself as a benevolent god and would pay his people back for their worship, bit by bit. So when asked, he'd respond with a flippant, "he'll start when he feels like starting." It was better to make them think he didn't have the emperor wrapped around his finger. And he was doing well. He was charming and he was doing his part. He felt good. So when his ears tuned into a certain scuffle from the far corner, he definitely hadn't expected to look up and be reminded all at once of possibly one of the most embarrassing and terrifying ordeals of his past to date. His face flooded with heat and he immediately looked away from the demon, jaw setting defiantly and eyes narrowing with indignation. He'd been perfectly content pretending that had never happened.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 9, 2016 3:51:03 GMT -5
Even though it probably wasn't heard over the hustle and bustle of the other supernaturals here, Sterling let out a chuckle at the demon's facial expression. He knew that that night was probably really embarrassing for this dude, guessing by his apparent place of authority. Sterling shook his head. "Fancy seeing you here." He said in a mildly loud voice, just to make sure he was heard over the buzzing of other conversation being spoken around the two of them.
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Post by Ace on Nov 9, 2016 11:00:27 GMT -5
Shafer stiffened when he heard the other man's voice, somehow just knowing who it was despite still staring off in the opposite direction. He lifted a hand to run through his hair, carefully avoiding the red gems twined in with the strands. "I could have you killed," he spoke as lowly as his small chest would allow him, though he wasn't the most ideal person for intimidation tactics. That didn't stop him from trying. He shifted to face the demon, eyes still narrowed and falsely-human irises occasionally flaring out to their natural appearance in agitation.
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