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Post by Hᴀʀʀʏ Fʟʏɴɴ on Nov 21, 2016 17:25:34 GMT -5
An RP thread for me and Smokey Feather. I like a wide variety of things. Depending on what you're in the mood for, they range from action based plots (Apocolyptic or Dystopian, Powers, Historical or Western, Fantasy) to something a bit more domestic if you're looking for a more romantic theme (College or High School, The everyday struggle type of plot).
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 21, 2016 17:31:19 GMT -5
*squeals* I would take up the Western rp, but I'm already trying to get one going ;_;, there's a link in my signature if you haven't seen it yet, but I warn you it isn't much.
Anypoodle, I think I'll take you up on a powers rp? A plot can be discussed of course, and if romance managed to weasel its way into such an action filled rp, which I hope for it to be, could it be mxm? :3
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Post by Hᴀʀʀʏ Fʟʏɴɴ on Nov 21, 2016 17:41:12 GMT -5
[ I'm always down for a Western RP! There are never enough of them. I'll head over there now. Alright. And of course! Now I'm actually excited, because there's a character I've been dying to try out, but he's strictly gay. The plot can go a lot of different ways. There's the classic "escaping the government" plot, one works for the government and has been hired to track down the other, both are trying to hide their powers, only one has powers and is trying to hide them from the other, etc. There are so many different ideas. What do you think? ]
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 21, 2016 17:54:30 GMT -5
I've always been a sucker for the "escaping the government", so would you be okay with that? If yeah, how should it start? Both know each other, or meet up some how?
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Post by Hᴀʀʀʏ Fʟʏɴɴ on Nov 21, 2016 18:03:27 GMT -5
[ I always lean more towards they already know each other. Maybe they were both brought in under the guise of the government claiming they were dangerous to the public ("These Superhumans are a threat to our society and want to destroy it"), but were trying to turn them into some sort of weapon? And our characters are the two that managed to escape. If that sounds good to you. Also, what type of power would your character have? ]
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 21, 2016 18:13:33 GMT -5
(I like your idea x3 So we'll go with that. And my character's power? Alrighty, prepare your fine self for a long description x3 If you've seen Kung Fu Panda 3, imagine Kai's power of Chi Absorption. Or if you've seen Warcraft, imagine Gul'dan's Fel Magic. My guy would have ability to steal and give energy, and manipulate it in any way he sees fit. Store it, use it, etc. And when it forms outside of his body, it usually appears as green liquid/guck. It would kill the victim though, when he steals. If he bestows it upon you, it causes horrible mutation, but immense power if you survive the mutation. And his whole story would be along the lines of "I can't, but I must" sort of thing. His body can't maintain its own energy, due to experiments, so he'll die if he doesn't take that of others.
It sounds OP, I know, but I won't use it in an OP way if that makes sense x3
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Post by Hᴀʀʀʏ Fʟʏɴɴ on Nov 21, 2016 18:45:38 GMT -5
[ Sorry. I keep disappearing to do things around the house. :c Also, I might disappear for a bit. I have to give my dogs a bath. I find that funny, because I was actually going to do something based around energy as well. ^.^" However, his powers are based more around electricity than actual life energy. If you've ever played Infamous, it's sort of like that. He can take in electricity form sources or transfer it from one thing to another. Useful in a fight when you need to stun people (He doesn't use it for killing. Ever.), but if he uses up too much of it then it drains him and makes him weak. Too much of it can overheat his body and cause him to lose control of where the energy is going. It can also lead to a lot of twitching on his part if there's too much electricity. While thunderstorms are great for large amount of energy as well, the rain is a big issue. It's like placing a toaster in a sink full of water while your hand is in it. It never ends well. Taking a shower or going out in water involves him basically draining himself of all electricity in his body. If that makes sense. I'm terrible when it comes to describing things. ]
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 21, 2016 18:51:41 GMT -5
(What breed are your dogs? :3 I have two Bulldogs and an English Mastiff x3
And your guy's power sounds pretty coolsies x3 So, are we going to get a character description up, or do you prefer to learn through rp?)
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Post by Hᴀʀʀʏ Fʟʏɴɴ on Nov 21, 2016 19:22:11 GMT -5
[ I love bulldogs so much. we used to have one that loved to sleep on the kitchen table and would follow you around without needing a leash. These two are a German Wire Hair and a Poodle/Schnauzer mix. I also have a Pit Bull/German Shepherd mix, a Chihuahua/Miniature Pinscher mix, and something that looks vaguely like a Chihuahua mix. I like describing as we go, but that may be because I'm incredibly lazy. I would be willing to type up a brief description of him if you wanted me to. c: Where should we start off at? ]
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 21, 2016 19:29:43 GMT -5
(Eee so many doggies x3 I only have the three, the rest of my pets being a Sphynx, Albino Sugar Glider, a Winter White Hamster, and a Pygmy Goat. And, surprisingly, they haven't murdered each other yet! XD
And idk where we should start off. Maybe we could start off where our two have been on the run for a while? Maybe in a sort of peace period before something major happens? :3 Just a suggestion though)
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Post by Hᴀʀʀʏ Fʟʏɴɴ on Nov 21, 2016 19:36:09 GMT -5
[ Awww. You're so lucky. Those Pygmy Goats are absolutely adorable. My other animals include 3 cats (No idea om the breed for them) and 2 desert tortoises. That works! It's just them going from motel to motel and trying to get enough money to support themselves on the run. I think that's just about everything. Should I start? ]
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 21, 2016 19:49:25 GMT -5
(Yeah you can go ahead and start :3)
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Post by Hᴀʀʀʏ Fʟʏɴɴ on Nov 21, 2016 20:15:48 GMT -5
Shane felt absolutely drained by the time he emerged from the steam filled bathroom, water droplets still forming on the tips of his light brown hair that had fallen over his forehead and a thin layer of moisture still clinging to his skin. His jeans hung slightly loose on his hips from the weight he had lost since their escape, but he was happy to see that he was still keeping a pretty healthy weight on him. He ran a hand across the stubble on his jaw too wipe away the droplets that were now beginning to fall down his face, shaking his head quickly like a dog to send the other droplets flying from his hair before running his hand through it to keep it off of his face. He moved sluggishly across the room towards his bag, the TV flickering slightly as he passed by, sending a minor tingle across his skin. Ignoring it as best as he could, he started digging through his bag until he managed to find a clean shirt. Buttoning it up felt like an accomplishment when he was finished, with the only proper reward for such a feat being to collapse face first onto the bed, ignoring how quickly the pillowcase became damp from his hair. It was an interesting sight, given his tall and thin stature. He was five seconds away from falling straight into unconsciousness before he forced himself awake again, rolling over onto his back to stare at the ceiling, the TV providing a comforting background noise.
[ People keep interrupting me. Ugh... :/ ]
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 21, 2016 21:21:21 GMT -5
(Same x3 Sorry for this lame reply ;_; I didn't know what to put ;~; So I tried to have a big post so you could have more to reply to. Now that I read it over though I cringe x3)
Michael was sleeping on his own bed, on his stomach. His right arm was draped over the side, while his right arm was curled to his body, covered by the blanket that came with the bed. The slender male always had that right arm covered. Not even Shane had seen what he was hiding yet. Michael usually kept it covered by a glove and a long sleeved clothing article. However, one could tell it gave off a minty odor. He was stirred from his sleep by the barely there tap of water droplets. Right eye opened, then the left. Turning his head, which housed a mane of blackish hair that passed his shoulders, he stared over at Shane, saying "Must you act doggish?" His tired form sat up, revealing that Michael lacked a shirt. His white-skinned frame was covered by the blanket on the right side, but what was visible had its share of scars, and ugly ones at that. All given by those scientist monkeys.
The smaller guy watched Shane steadily. Michael's eyes used to be a stunning blue, but now they were a poisonous green iris instead. Sitting up, he hid himself with the blanket to slip on his leather jacket and gloves. Then, he grabbed a hair tie from a spot on the bed he claimed, and put his mane up in a messy "man bun", grumbling something. He was getting tired, having not taken energy in almost a day. One could tell how much he needed it by how strong that minty odor was, how his appearance rapidly declined, and how dull the green in his eyes looked. Michael then said "I'm going out to-" He paused. The green-eyed individual had the ability to smell the living within a certain radius. Getting up from the bed, he walked to the door. He paused for a moment again before simply opening the door, leaning out and bending snatch something up. Turning, he walked back in and closed the door, a cat in one arm. The white creature squirmed a little, hissing as Michael brought it to his bed, deciding "That went quicker than expected, hm?" Sitting down, he almost got to work before the cat managed to free itself. For about three seconds. Michael lunged and grabbed it by its tail. The cat released what could almost pass as a scream. The poor thing started to smoke as Michael had to drop to his knees from his advance. Dragging the smoking cat back, one could notice it becoming increasingly malnourished, fur falling out. The cat didn't even get to cry out for more than a second. As its condition declined, Michael's eyes regained their venomous green, and he didn't look as tired or weak. A minute passed before he stood up, holding what could now be called a "cat raisin", the carcass shriveled up and old looking. Going to open the door again, he simply tossed the dead cat into the bushes nearby. Good thing they were on the ground floor, or else that homeless grubby cat wouldn't have even been nearby. Turning around after closing the door again, he casually walked back to his bed and plopped back down, as if what just happened didn't happen. Michael usually tried to act casual about it, more or less. He didn't want to get excited about the freak problems he had been given. He ran a hand over his head to smooth the number of stray hairs, and then it was his turn to begin staring up at the ceiling, moving to lay on his back.
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Post by Hᴀʀʀʏ Fʟʏɴɴ on Nov 21, 2016 21:54:17 GMT -5
[ Your reply was 10x better than mine. Don't even worry. First posts are not my strong suit, to be honest. ]
Shane resisted the urge to groan at the sore feeling in his muscles, letting his eyes flutter closed once more. He knew he couldn't sleep at this point, certain that they might be getting out of town that day, but without the extra sleep, he would need to 'recharge', a term he hated using. Michael's voice stirred him to open his eyes and lean up on his elbows, watching as he moved towards the door, hardly leaving the room before he reappeared with a cat cradled in his arm. Without needing any sort of warning or context, Shane turned over on his side away from him, trying to keep himself from appearing too upset over what was about to happen. The short cry it gave made him screw his eyes shut tight and his stomach clench up. Despite his attempts not to, his body tensed for a moment at the thought of what was happening. He never said anything, always trying to avoid making Michael uncomfortable or upset, but part of him still hated what happened. When he heard the door open again, he waited a few more moments before turning back over to face him. "What are the plans for the day?" Shane questioned. "Are we heading out today?" He hated it all. The running, the hiding, the constant paranoia that they would be found. Life had always been easier before he discovered what he could do. Before he discovered he was so abnormal. It was all so tiring and repetitive. There were only so many times they could escape before they would be found again, with much worse consequences. He feared that day.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 21, 2016 23:59:09 GMT -5
"I can feel your eyes," was all Michael said after the whole cat incident, looking up at the ceiling still, but still sensing that Shane was looking at him "I know you hate it, but that cat helped me stay alive. If I didn't do such things, you'd be on your own." When Shane spoke, Michael listened.
"We're going to head out, yeah," Michael said simply "First though, we take a look around and see what we can snatch up for the day, and we're out of town by nightfall." He didn't sit up at that though, only questioning as his eyes stayed to the ceiling "Are you feeling up to it now, or do you need more time to recover?" He knew how Shane got got after coming in contact with water. And the guy just took a shower.
Honestly, he preferred they left town as soon as they'd rested. However, they were running low on some things. Michael didn't need to eat, or expel waste. He didn't even develop stink anymore, because all of his regular body functions were no longer necessary to stay alive. He could still eat and such, but he just... didn't hunger for food. Yeah, his organs and everything still worked, but his powers were keeping him alive instead of his own body. Still, Shane was more of a normal person than Michael was, a majority of what they lugged along with them. Then he sat up again, looking over at Shane. The slight upward curve of his lips was the closest you'd ever see Michael get to a smile. It was seen for only a second though before he looked away. He at first had wanted to pretty much ditch Shane after they escaped, as the process of escaping turned into an every man for himself when the big group that tried was discovered. From what he could tell, only four made it out, including then them, and the other two had split. Everyone knew everyone back in that facility. Hell, the scientists even had a few of them breed. Yet everyone knew that it would be easier to be tracked and caught if even two were traveling together as escapees. But if you were caught alone, you had no one to help you fight, and it was an almost sure capture for you. And look what Michael and Shane were doing. Running away like scared animals from the pursuing government. It made him angry that "regular" people wanted to harm and use them for their own views. At least they would have the other to help fight when government would catch up to try and take them back. It had happened twice before, both close calls. Shaking his head with a sigh, he got up and walked over to Shane's bed, poking him in the side and saying "Don't rest for too long, as mean as it sounds. The quicker we get our search done, the quicker we get to leave."
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Post by Hᴀʀʀʏ Fʟʏɴɴ on Nov 22, 2016 0:59:11 GMT -5
There was one rule that Shane tried to follow: Never appear weak.
He sat up slowly, hooking his legs over the bed to keep himself from lying back down and stretching out his arms above his head, hoping to relieve some of the tension in them. They needed to get moving if they wanted to make it out, and he would need to sacrifice some of his rest in order to do that. Perhaps he would be a bit slow for the rest of the day, but a car battery would be more than enough to get some sort of vigor back into his muscles. Just enough to function. He could rest when they arrived at their next destination.
“I’ll be fine,” Shane told him, running his hand through his hair and shaking the water from it once more. “I just need to get up and moving. Maybe this place has a hair dryer somewhere in the bathroom.”
Very rarely did their cheap motels actually have one, but the ones that did were a pure blessing to him. He managed to get himself standing, making his way back over to the bathroom, which had aired out enough to where he didn’t feel like he was standing in a sauna when he walked in. As he crouched down and began searching through every drawer, he couldn’t help but think about what Michael had told him. He knew he needed to do those things to stay alive, and that without it he would have been dead a while ago. He would be on his own without Michael. Could have he gotten this far without Michael with him? Did he want to? It was always better to have someone that had your back, especially in the situation they were in. And, if he was quite honest, he wasn’t sure he could get through it all being alone just due to the sheer loneliness of it all. Perhaps he was awkward and not exactly the most social person, but he loved having company. If Michael was willing to be slowed down by everything he needed, he wasn’t going to question why.
Shane shut the last drawer, swearing softly under his breath. He grabbed the towel he had used from the floor as he stood, leaning his head down and quickly rubbing down his hair with it. As long as he could get it semi-dry, he would be fine. The rest would have to be air-drying.
“I’m ready to do this whenever you are,” Shane called out to Michael, standing at full height in front of the mirror now and quickly pushing his hair out of his face. It was a bit wild, sticking up in a few places here and there, but most of it was swept to the side and off of his skin.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 22, 2016 2:10:28 GMT -5
(Sorry for the short reply! It's one in the morning where I am)
Michael narrowed his eyes when Shane said he was fine. After rolling his eyes too, he decided "That's what they all say. I swear, if this somehow comes to bite you back, I am going to poke you in the eye."
He just watched the other male move about the bathroom. Was Michael staring just a bit too long? It wouldn't be the first time. Blinking once upon realizing his actions, he shook his head a bit before running a hand over his face. "My whenever was five minutes ago," Michael said, stretching again "So let's get going. Our first stop is whatever you can get some energy from." He made a quick sweep of the room, making sure they had everything they brought. Once he was satisfied, he led the way out. It smelled like decay and mint outside, and he glanced at the bushes hiding the cat carcass. Once he was a distance out, Michael paused and looked back to make sure that Shane was following.
"What else do you think you need?" Michael was so unlike regular people now, he had thoughts like "Wait... people need food... right?", and no longer felt concern to tend to any needs besides breathing. Even though he felt no concern, he needed to keep Shane in as best a condition as he could. That's what you did for others traveling with you. You helped them stay well. Or that's what Michael thought anyway. As he waited for the other to catch up with him, he made sure to pay attention to the life energies around them. To check for authorities that might be out looking for them. Finding none, he closed his green eyes.
"I hope you shrink one day," he grumbled when Shane reached him. Michael was short enough that he had to look up a little. He scratched the light layer of stubble hugging his jaw as he added "Or that God lets me growing." Poor thing didn't want to accept he was on the smaller side. When Shane caught up, Michael looked ahead again and resumed walking. The key to the room was left for management to pick up.
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Post by Hᴀʀʀʏ Fʟʏɴɴ on Nov 22, 2016 4:28:11 GMT -5
[ It's fine. c: My replies have been short also. ]
When Shane emerged from the bathroom, he was rolling his eyes at Michael. “Not everyone can look as flawless as you in the morning. My beauty takes time.” He wandered around the room grabbing everything he had scattered the night before, shoving them all into his bag and managing to throw on a pair of old sneakers along the way. With one last glance around to make sure he wasn’t missing anything, he threw his bag over his shoulder and followed Michael out the door. He was already conditioned to keep himself alert while he was walking, continually glancing over his shoulder and listening for any other people. However, given that Michael wasn’t reacting, he forced himself to relax and keep his head down.
“I just need anything that would have a good amount of energy. A generator, an old car where I can pop the hood off and drain the energy, or an insane amount of lightbulbs. I hate draining myself like this. It’s too much of an effort to get it back.” He kicked at a stray rock as they passed it, sending it bouncing down the sidewalk a ways away. His eyes trailed it, keeping himself focused on something other than the possibility that they could be running for their lives at any moment. “I don’t need a whole lot. Food would be nice. Maybe a razor. How are we doing on money?”
When he realized that he was falling behind Michael, he tried to pick up the pace, but he was still moving slower than he normally would. He was thankful when Michael paused, giving him a chance to catch up to him. As he listened to Michael complain about his height, an amused look appeared on his face, and he arched an eyebrow as he turned to look at him. “I’m not that tall. You’re just short. I’m a pretty average height.” 6’1” was ‘pretty average’, right? Shane sure thought it was.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 22, 2016 13:19:59 GMT -5
Michael silently snorted, only looking ahead as they walked. He was much shorter, with his 5'6 height. Yeah, it was still a decent set of inches, but no matter what Michael said, he was still shorter than Shane. When the other spoke, he said after "Don't complain about your power too much. It's recharging and execution is much less grizzly than my own." Yeah, Michael merely needed to touch even a finger to something alive to recharge, but it as still gross to watch. Running a hand through his tied up hair, he added "I'd almost say I want to switch, but I wouldn't want to let anyone else be so pained."
"Money?" He repeated, eyes narrowing in thought for a moment "We're doing quite okay with it, for once. It never hurts to try and nick more though." Michael was a pro pickpocket, and could find some more if they had time to go into a public crowd. As they walked out into the city, he noticed a store, with a lot full of cars. Any one of them, away from the entrance anyway, was subject to being taken from. The battery anyway, which was what they were looking for. There was bound to be one with an unlocked door, to easily get the hood open. There always was. Michael directed Shane to the parking lot, saying "Pick one, hopefully that's unlocked. This lot isn't too big, but we should be fine if we make it look like we own the car. Then we can poke around the actual store." Honestly, Michael didn't intend to buy a portion of things they'd probably leave that store with, but he didn't exactly care.
He was about to say something else, but paused. For a moment, his venomous green orbs actually glowed, head turning and looking up at Shane. Between five and ten seconds passed before the glow dulled and died out. Michael continued to look at Shane, saying "Scratch that. Just get the battery energy, and then we're heading out of the city. Our government friends have just entered the city. We have time before they track us, probably half an hour at most, but let's get that he'd start." Once Shane for a recharge, they were going to make tracks.
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Post by Hᴀʀʀʏ Fʟʏɴɴ on Nov 23, 2016 2:01:43 GMT -5
[ Sorry. D: I've been busy all day. Also, this is a really lame reply. I tried to write it all out as quickly as possible. ]
Shane stopped in his tracks, eyes widening at the news Michael just delivered to him. There was a flicker in his eye that passed in a matter of seconds, sending bolts of electricity over his irises that scattered to the edges before disappearing. It was an involuntary response that happened for numerous reasons, including sudden emotion change and memory recovery. Normally it was a guessing game to others as to what caused the sudden burst, but one look on his face now made the reason obvious.
Fear.
“They’re already here?” Shane questioned his grip on his bag tightening as he tried to control himself. For a moment, he was stuck in his place, unable to move. Then his gaze caught the large SUV parked on the other end of the lot and he began moving again, faster than before, but still slower than he would have liked. “It doesn’t need to be unlocked. Just give me 30 seconds,” he added lowly as he walked, “And block the view from anyone else. Don’t act suspicious and we’ll be out of this place in no time.”
When Shane arrived at the vehicle, he moved to the driver’s side and dropped to his knees, digging through his bag with hurried motions. He hated picking locks (He hated everything about what he had to do to with a burning passion, and while it was never anything terrible, every minor crime reminded him of what he was and their situation) and always preferred just finding a car that was unlocked. In his mind, it was much easier to think that it was the owner’s fault for leaving their car unlocked in the first place. However, he was willing to do what he needed short of murder, something he hated saying in front of Michael, to survive. Picking locks was always aggravating for him, but it seemed that he got quicker every time he did it. By the time he was pulling open the door and leaning down to pop the hood of the car up, it felt as if no time had passed at all. The rest of it was quick and simple. He lifted the hood, propping it up and placing his hand onto the battery. The effects were almost instantaneous. His body, which had dropped to a colder temperature since his shower, grew in temperature until he was warmer than the average person. That same electric impulse returned to his eyes, sparking over and over and turning them a light gold until the battery was drained, returning back to their normal brown color when he was finished. The ache in his muscles was gone, and while the same tiredness from being drained was still in him, he was feeling much better than he was a few seconds ago. The only negative effect was the slight sting in his scalp from his still slightly damp hair, but it was something he could live with.
He held his hands out in front of him when it was over, blocking the view of them from anyone who would be near and sending a single flash bolt of electricity between them, holding it for a few moments before stopping it.
“That’ll do,” he told Michael, closing the hood of the car before heading over to relock the door of the car. “I hope these people have enough money for a tow truck.” When he had all of his stuff together again, he simply nodded to Michael to let him know that he was ready to leave. If he absolutely needed to, he could leech the power through without touching the object, but it used up too much time and concentration for him to consider it most times. His body was great at sending it out without much effort, but taking it back in was a lot more work.
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