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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 26, 2016 17:35:59 GMT -5
Hello! Tis Bee. I have a few plots I wouldn't mind trying out if you're interested. They're mostly cutesy romance plots. There are a few rules I have in addition to forum rules that I would appreciate you following.
1. Please give me a couple paragraphs to work with. More is great, though I must warn you I am a bit rusty rusty and constantly on mobile so there might be typos and several paragraphs are not always doable for me. I can promise at least two paragraphs and to try very hard to match your length, so please do the same for me.
2. The other thing I would appreciate is for you to be active. I really want to explore these plots, which I can't do if you bail on me. Disappear for a week and I'll reopen the plot. Just give me a heads up if you can before you go.
3. I'm more than willing to duplicate most of my plots. Plots that I will duplicate will be starred, so if one of those plots is claimed but you really want to do it, please just ask! Also, before we get on to the plots, just one more thing. If a plot is claimed that you're interested in, I'll probably duplicate it, just go ahead and ask.
4. Have a plot in your mind that you want to try with someone? Tell me about it! Just be aware that I may not want to do it, or may want to tweek it a little bit, so please don't take it personally that happens.
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*Plot One: (fxf or mxf) It's the zombie apocalypse, two years after the virus broke out. Calypso has been thriving well on her own. Well, that is until she's bit. The funny thing is, she was bit two weeks vefore she met your character. Cal should be long dead, but she isn't. Of course, that doesn't mean she wants your character, a complete stranger to know about her little wound. How would they react if they knew? My Character: Calypso "Cal" Morris Your Character: Open
Plot Two: (mxm) This plot is sort of based off of Beauty and the Beast. Roland was rich, popular, happy. He lived in a mansion, with a huge chunk of land, and he had parties there almost every night. Life was perfect. Well, it was until he managed to tick off a witch and get himself cursed, turned into a werewolf. He had until his twenty first birthday to find true love and reverse the curse. Roland doesn't believe he can be saved, though. No, he locked himself up in his home, never to come out, never to find love. Fast foward a few years and time is ticking. Of course, in the town, rumors are flying. What happened to Roland? What goes on in that house? What causes the strange, animalistic noises? In comes your guy. He's a daredevil, a troublemaker, and he plans on unraveling the mystery. But, when he breaks into the mansion and gets caught, well, Roland can't really let him leave and tell the world what he saw. Besides, maybe, just maybe this troublemaker can break the curse. My Character: Roland Waters Your Character: Norman Walters
*Plot Three: (fxf or mxf) Your character is a human, completely normal, living a perfectly mundane life. Well, it was all fine until they found a book in the library, a spell book that got them transported into a world of magic. This place was filled with fairies, with vampires and warlocks and all kinds of mythical beasts. In short, it wasn't particularly the safest place in the world for your average human. That's when your character meets Esmeralda, a local fairy. After a bit of a tense meeting, Esme agrees to help your character get back home. Of course, this will be a long and dangerous journey. My Character: Esmeralda "Esme" Green Your Character: Lucy Fitzpatrick
*Plot Four: (mxm or mxf) Gabriel is an angel. No, that's not the whole truth. He's a fallen angel, and quite the rebellious one. He's been such an issue, in fact, that he's been confined to one town, one little place in the middle of nowhere until he can show some proof that he can be good. How will he be doing that? Well, Gabriel will have to take someone who has gone a bit astray and put them back on the right path. That's how Gabriel meets your charact. They are a troublemaker, certainly not someone who plans on making much on your life. Gabriel decides your character will be the one he'll fix, though it will be quite a tough case. My Character: Gabriel Your Character: Vienna Cross
*Plot Five: (fxf or mxf) There had always been tension between the humans and the ogres. The two groups never did quite live in peace. However, it wasn't until the ogres kidnapped the princess, just a little baby, when war broke out. That was eighteen years ago. Recently, there was a sighting of the princess, in orge territory. That's where your character comes in. It's a simple mission, really. Find the princess, bring her home. Your character never expected her to put up a fight. My Character: Catarina "Rin" Florence Your Character: Mackensie Autzen
More plots to come!
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 26, 2016 19:10:52 GMT -5
🍉OOC 🍉 May I claim the second plot?
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 26, 2016 19:14:35 GMT -5
(Of course! I just need your character's name please~)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 26, 2016 19:16:11 GMT -5
(Can I claim plot four as an mxm? :3)
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 26, 2016 19:20:12 GMT -5
(Totally, can I have your character's name please?)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 26, 2016 19:22:48 GMT -5
(Princeston "Prince" deMun is his name :3)
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 26, 2016 19:27:03 GMT -5
(Thank you. Give me just a moment to get up a starter.)
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 26, 2016 19:40:39 GMT -5
Gabriel always knew his adventures would not last forever. After all, nothing ever did and a few thousand years of escaping punishment was truly quite impressive. That said, he really didn't think that this was appropriate. To stick him in this tiny little town was just cruel. Not to mention hiding that fact that he was immortal would really be a huge annoyance.
Not that Gabriel actually planned on staying here that long. Oh no, he would be gone far before anyone noticed that he never aged. His pale face would stay smooth. His black hair would never streak grey and his blue eyes would stay bright. As was the life of a fallen angel. Eternal beauty, eternal life, eternal wandering.
Now Gabriel really had to get to work finding his ticket out of here. Where to find little delinquents that would be easy to manipulate? Ah, of course. He would find a teenager, someone who thought they had it oh so rough and that was certainly alone in the world. He'd show them a little fun, give them a shoulder to cry on, and boom, they would be perfectly fine and ready to be a good little citizen. Easy as pie.
And that was how Gabriel found himself at the local high school. It was nearly noon, nearly time for lunch and his very late arrival had caused quite the scene. Ah, but Gabriel made a scene wherever he went.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 26, 2016 19:41:28 GMT -5
(Of course! I just need your character's name please~) 🍉OOC 🍉 Norman Walters is his name.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 26, 2016 19:43:11 GMT -5
(Cool, I'll get a starter up in a few.)
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 26, 2016 19:48:06 GMT -5
( Bee! hi! it's been a while! I really enjoyed what we did with Oliver and Roland, so if you'd be open to continuing that, I'd love to. if not, that third plot seems really interesting c: )
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 26, 2016 19:55:41 GMT -5
It was Roland's least favorite night of the month, the night of a full moon. Tonight, he would be turning, a process that was equal parts painful and dangerous. Best case scenerio, he stayed lovked in his room and the wolf inside him scratched and bit and howled out of boredom. Worst case, he got out and if that happened- no. No, it hadn't happened yet and it wouldn't happen now. There had been some close calls, yes, but that would be it. At worst, it would just be another close call. That was what he had to believe, to get through it.
Roland ran his hand through his dreads and shut his eyes. Did anyone deserve this? Did anyone deserve to be a monster, to live in isolation? He didn't believe so, but of course, this wasn't his choice. This had been the doing of a witch, for reasons he refused to speak of, even to the few trusted servants who remained with him after the curse had been put on him. It made him angry to speak of it, and anger was a bit of a dangerous emotion these days.
Not that any of those thoughts truly mattered at this point in time. His human thoughts were pushed down as rhe change began, rippling through his body, pushing down those human thoughts until all that was left was the wolf. A really, really big wolf.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 26, 2016 19:57:39 GMT -5
(Hey Ree~ honestly, it's been so long I have no clue where we were in that plot. I would love to start fresh with the third one with you, though.)
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 26, 2016 20:08:51 GMT -5
( me neither, honestly. it's been too long by now. but that third plot sounds really cool, so I'm more than up for it! would you be up for an fxf there? I have a character that would work pretty well. )
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 26, 2016 20:10:31 GMT -5
(That's cool with me. I just need your girl's name then I'll get a starter going.)
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Dec 26, 2016 20:27:39 GMT -5
( Lucy Fitzpatrick is her name. I might not get a reply to you until tomorrow, it's half 2 right now so I need to head to bed pretty soon, just as a heads up. )
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 26, 2016 20:43:51 GMT -5
The world that Esmeralda lived in was not the safest one. There was a war going on at the moment, and though the fairies were trying very hard to stay neutral-the fae hated getting involved in battle- it wasn't necessarily safe even where she was. Because of this, Esme had been forbidden by her family to wander out in the woods by herself. It was dangerous, they said. There could be an ambush. She couldn't possibly protect herself on her own. She didn't yet have full control of her powers.
And yet, here she was, in the woods, by herself. She wasn't completely helpless, though. Esme knew how to use her magic, in theory. Said magic did work, most of the time. And besides, she'd brought a sword as well, just on the off chance she needed it. Surely she wouldn't, though. Surely today would be like every other day. Esme was fine, she was safe, nothing out of the ordinary was going to happen.
Well, at least, that was what she thought. Of course, she was proven very wrong as the air in front of her began to shimmer and take on a human like form. Jumping back, Esme drew her sword, holding it out in front of herself in a slightly shaky grip. Fairies, after all, hated to be in battle.
"Who's there?"
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 26, 2016 22:21:21 GMT -5
It was Roland's least favorite night of the month, the night of a full moon. Tonight, he would be turning, a process that was equal parts painful and dangerous. Best case scenerio, he stayed lovked in his room and the wolf inside him scratched and bit and howled out of boredom. Worst case, he got out and if that happened- no. No, it hadn't happened yet and it wouldn't happen now. There had been some close calls, yes, but that would be it. At worst, it would just be another close call. That was what he had to believe, to get through it. Roland ran his hand through his dreads and shut his eyes. Did anyone deserve this? Did anyone deserve to be a monster, to live in isolation? He didn't believe so, but of course, this wasn't his choice. This had been the doing of a witch, for reasons he refused to speak of, even to the few trusted servants who remained with him after the curse had been put on him. It made him angry to speak of it, and anger was a bit of a dangerous emotion these days. Not that any of those thoughts truly mattered at this point in time. His human thoughts were pushed down as rhe change began, rippling through his body, pushing down those human thoughts until all that was left was the wolf. A really, really big wolf. 🍉OOC 🍉 Text
🍉IC🍉 Norman had always wondered what really went on in that house, and really, for being such a short, scrawny guy, he really liked putting himself in danger, why? He honestly didn't know. Norman had always had a very large savior complex and was extremely prone to danger.
It drove his brothers absolutely insane.
Anyways, so one night he decided...why not investigate? His brothers were all out for the weekend, he had the house to himself, and instead of being a normal guy, still living with his brothers, who would go find something to entertain himself, or perhaps lounge around the small house..
He chose to explore that house and so, the short man with his curly red fluffy hair, tugging on his light sack before he started to the door, wiggling the handle to see if it was unlocked, which was rather unlikely...but he still wanted to try-climbing through and breaking windows was always such a struggle.
Hmm, it seemed to be locked. Which meant...it was window time.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 27, 2016 8:57:41 GMT -5
Any other night, Roland probably would have known thete was someone on his property in an instant. Norman, after all, would not be the first person to try to breeak into his home and likely would not be the last. So, naturally, he had his house locked up pretty tight.
Unfortunately, in his wolf form, things were a tad bit too hectic for anyone to really pay a lot of attention to strangers lurking about. They just had to hope a locked door would stop whoever was there. Of course, if they did get in, Roland would probably give them a real good fright. . . And perhaps maim them if nobody managed to keep Roland at bay.
The wolf could smell it, an intruder, and that certainly made him angry. Someone on his property? Oh no, that was not okay. He let out a howl and scratched at the door of his room. Now he had real motivation to get out and he was very likely to succeed, especially if that man found his was inside.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 27, 2016 10:53:45 GMT -5
🍉OOC 🍉 I don't think we really cleared this up, because the plot didn't specify, but what period is this? Like...modern, set in the time of Beauty and the beast? I feel like I should know, but I have been keeping my posts vague because yeah...not sure.
🍉IC🍉 Maybe he put too much into all of this. After all, there was likely a reason that it was all locked up, and he should really stop outwardly seeking danger, at one point it was going to get him killed, and yet...every little warning, every feeling to turn back and run, was quickly and utterly pushed back by an overwhelming feeling of excitement, which was the real emotion that guided him.
The window he had chosen and not been properly locked and was easy to break into, and it wasn't long until Norman's small, booted feet hit the floor inside the house and he couldn't help but smirk smugly, now he was in. First, the short redhead had to stretch, relaxing afterwards. He made sure to close the window up again behind him and began to take in his surroundings.
"If Kai knew I was here, he would go crazy," Norman muttered almost happily. His brothers were way too over protective anyways, this was exciting, he had as long as he could possibly want to search this place up and down and he planned on doing just that, sure there were some creepy noises and an unsettling feeling, but he tried not to let those get to him, even if they did freak him out.
Norman was an odd fellow. He actively seeked out danger and enjoyed getting in trouble, yet at the same time...he had so many fears, and it really sort of contradicted themselves, perhaps it was a subconscious thing...maybe he enjoyed putting himself in danger in hopes it would help him overcome his fears, after all...Norman did not hid and cover from anything.
No matter how terrified he really was.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 27, 2016 11:11:33 GMT -5
(I imagine it being more modern.)
Someone was in the house. Someone foreign. Someone who had to die. Roland had to kill. Roland had to get out of this room. Rolandhad to defend his territory. In his mind, it was very simple. Escape. Hunt. Defend.
Of course, even those he recognized, though vaguely in this form, even the servants who lived with him weren't really safe. Knowing they were here annoyed him and if they got too close, he would attack. But, this was different. A complete stranger got him riled up and that was dangerous.
Now, it should be known that the human Roland wasn't like this. The human Roland was rather grumpy, due to the whole curse issue, but if he was in control, he would never hurt anyone. But, human Roland was not in control. Human Roland had been pushed down by the wolf.
The sound of splintering wood could be heard, then a crash as the broken door slammed to the ground. Roland was out, snarling and sniffing the air, searching for the intruder.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 27, 2016 11:44:16 GMT -5
🍉OOC 🍉 That's what I figured but I wasn't sure.
🍉IC🍉 Norman paused at the unsettling sound. He had no idea what could have made it, but he was sort of curious. So he ran a hand through his fluffy curls, grinning slightly, before he pulled out a flashlight from his sack and turned it on quickly. It had sounded like it was coming from upstairs...and so that's where he would start. So carefully he crept further into the house, looking around until he could spot a staircase.
A part of him, the part that was usually ignored. We'll call it common sense for now, urged him not to go up the stairs, to stay down there and leave, because this was all sort of suspicious and likely very dangerous. Though of course that part went by ignored and he began his ascent up the stairs all the same, would he regret staying up all night in the morning? Oh definitely, would he do something like this again anyways? Absolutely.
By the time he had reached the top of the stairs, curiosity and excitement had done away with common sense for the night and now the short young adult was just trying to figure out where he should start first, there were so many options...it was too bad neither of his friends were interested in this sort of stuff, it would be far better to explore with someone. You know...considering there weren't any ghosts or anything. Norman was terrified of ghosts and they, along with storms, gorillas, and spiders, were the few things he couldn't bring himself to face.
In the end, he just chose a random hallway to go down and began his journey through the hallway, shining the light of the flashlight on whatever looked interesting. Now that he was done with highschool and didn't really have plans for college, he had a lot more time for things like this, and Norman loved it.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 27, 2016 12:05:34 GMT -5
It was rather dark in the house, but Roland didn't need light. In this form, his other senses, particularly smell, were more than enough for him to find what he wanted. In fact, it was the light that confused him. A flashlight, shining in his face from down the hall, blinding him, confusing him, angering him. An angry wolf certainly was the most deadly kind, but he was also just confused enough not to pounce. Well, not right away, at least, and that was the biggest reason why the intruder shining the light was still alive.
And then, there were other people, two to be exact. One was a rather large man whose features were not quite visible as he was at the other end of the hallway, farther away from the light. The other had come from a higher floor, down the same set of stairs the intruder had used. This person was slight, obviously female and obvious just as annoyed as she was confused.
"So you're what's got him all riled up! How did you even- no, I don't care. Questions later. You come up with me before you make him even more upset." That was the woman speaking. Judging by the authoritative quality of her voice, she was likely a motherly figure, though she didn't sound old enough to be Roland's parent. No, she had maybe ten years on him. "Hurry it up. The sooner you're out of sight, the faster we can get him calmed down."
While this was happening, the man was making all sorts of noise, hoping to get Roland's attention off the stranger. Seeing how the wolf hadn't yet lunged at Norman, it appeared to be working.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 27, 2016 12:15:21 GMT -5
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🍉IC🍉 As his flashlight shined on...a huge wolf, Norman nearly dropped it in surprise and fright, however he held back and looked at the creature curiously, tempted to take a step forward until two people showed up and the girl began to talk to him. He was still frozen in place, however he did look over at her, dark green eyes calculating and confused. "...Wha-I, uh..." he clearly did not know what to say.
After a few moments though, he shook his head to clear it and took a few steps over to the woman, eyes trailing back to the...wolf, why the heck did they have a wolf here? Rile him up? Why was he loose? What was this all about? Why did they have a freaking wolf pet if it wasn't domesticated? Norman had so many questions and he was naturally a very curious person, he would want answers.
Soon he was beside the girl, gripping the flashlight tightly and honestly, the short male looked confused and...no it was mostly just confusion that hid his intense curiosity. "What is going on?" He questioned once he reached the woman, looking up at her in hopes he retrieved some answers.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 27, 2016 12:32:59 GMT -5
"I could ask you the same thing." She pointed at the staircase. "Upstairs, let's go. He doesn't like the stairs so much, but he'll find the courage to go up them if you don't move it." The woman started her way up the stairs, pausing only to glance over her should at the man with Roland.
Said man had gotten Roland's full attention, good for her and the intruder, bad for himself. Of course, this didn't seem like it was the first time he had to lure Roland into one of the rooms. Actually, he seemed like quite the expert on it. Still, the woman looked worried, dark eyes studying the two for a minute before she shook her head. Worrying would be no help and she had a rather large problem on her hands she had to take care of.
"Now, since you are in my house, I think you should do your explaining first." She led him up to the third floor, which was the servants quarters, furnished with several bedrooms, a little living area and a kitchenette. Most of the doors were shut tight up here, just on the off chance Roland did try to venture up in his wolf form.
"Make yourself comfortable. I'm sure we're going to be a while. Why don't you tell me who you are and why on Earth you decided breaking and entering woud be a pleasant passtime for you."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 27, 2016 12:43:14 GMT -5
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🍉IC🍉 Norman had fallen quiet as they walked up the stairs. Taking in all of his surroundings and trying to figure out everything for himself, or at least compose himself a little more than that before he spoke. Luckily by the time they reached the servants quarters, he had gotten himself together enough to muster out some answers. He glanced over at the girl and gave a sheepish smile, bringing a gloved hand up to cover the nape of his neck.
"That's...well that's a good question," he agreed, looking away again as he looked at the quarters. "I'm Norman...Norman Walters, and well...I've always heard about this place and it's....it's kinda got a reputation, no one really knows what's going on in here, and I got curious, there's gotta be a reason you're all locked up in here. I guess I wanted to find out why, or at least what's going on in here," he replied with a shrug.
Hopefully that would be good enough for her because Norman wasn't sure he could answer it in more detail. He liked danger and he liked putting himself in danger, he liked exploring and adventures, he liked facing his fears...well most of them, and he was far too curious for his own good. Though he wasn't sure how he could explain that to her, as he didn't exactly have much of a reason for doing what he did...sometimes he just acted without thinking.
"Alright, my turn now, right?" Norman questioned after he had finished looking around and swerved to face the woman. "Why do you have a wolf of all things, no wait-a clearly untrained, wild, huge wolf, just wandering around this place? Like...seriously, what the h---? Next, what...what happened to this place?" He asked, looking up at the ceiling. "There's a lot of rumors about it but nothing is really clear..."
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 27, 2016 12:59:50 GMT -5
"He doesn't just wander around the house. Well, he doesn't like this, at least." After all, when he was human, Roland did not contain himself to his room, most of the time. "He got out. You encouraged him to get out, breaking in and on tonight of all nights. He's very territorial." None of this was going to make any sense, and she knew that. But, for it to make sense, she'd have to tell the whole story, and Roland really would not like that. What else was she to do, though? She couldn't really ask his opinion right now.
"Where do I start?" She ran her fingers through her hair, which was a dark brown, something visible now that she'd turned on a light. "I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Olivia, I sort of take care of things here, since Roland isn't generally in the mood to do much apart from sulk." He certainly never felt like making sure bills were paid or groceries were stocked or anything like that. Then again, he never did any of that before the curse either. "Roland, well, he's really the better person to explain all this but he's not so much up to it right now. I'm afraid he isn't so much up to anything aside from chasing around intruders and howling at the moon."
She wasn't good at this. It had been so long since there'd been a stranger in the house and they never made a plan for if it happened. Olivia didn't know what to do, how to explain it. "It is a bit of a lengthy story. If I must tell it, I'm going to need something to help keep me up." With that she crossed over into the little kitchen so she could make some coffee. "Would you like anything?"
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 27, 2016 13:31:41 GMT -5
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🍉IC🍉 "Wait-howling at the moon? Roland's the guy who lives here..." Norman trailed off as he seemed to realize what Olivia was getting at. "S---, Roland's that huge freaking wolf, like a werewolf!...That's impossible," Norman said, voice falling quiet as he leaned against the wall, arms folded as he once again tried to make sense of everything, however nothing was really computing.
Luckily then, she offered coffee and he let out an affirmation noise. "Coffee, yes please. I am so going to need it...a lot of it actually. I live off of that stuff on a daily basis, this is gonna call for more," Norman explained, following her with his gaze. Well at least it seemed like he was going to get some sort of explanation, which was something he was grateful for.
Norman got the idea that he had just entered weirdvile and he kind of just wanted to go home, his brothers had a point when they scolded him, Kai always said that if he kept this up-getting into danger, was eventually going to get him in trouble that he wouldn't be able to get out of. Currently he felt more like he should leave now before he could get in all the more trouble.
Of course, that was common sense talking and Norman wasn't known for listening to common sense.
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Post by beetlejuice on Dec 27, 2016 13:44:55 GMT -5
"I didn't think it was possible at first, either." Olivia commented. In fact, when Roland first said he was cursed, she was the first to say it was crazy talk, that the girl that did it to him was just messing with him. The witch was trying to scare him, but certainly she didn't have the power to really do anything. No, that was just insane. But then the full moon came and everything changed.
"I don't know how it happened exactly. Roland won't tell anyone what he did. Just that he made some girl angry and that girl turned out to be a witch. A real, magical witch who apparently has the power to turn people into werewolves." She explained. "It's really not so bad. He's just like this once a month. By morning, he'll be perfectly human." Mostly. Roland did keep a few more wolfish tendencies even once the full moon had passed.
Coffee was ready now and she poured them both mugs of the liquid. The mugs went on the counter and she got out the cream and sugar, both of which were given in heavy doses into her own coffee. The caffeine, she liked but the flavor not so much.
"Go ahead and make it however you like it." Olivia waved a hand to his mug. "And try to calm down a bit. It's all crazy, I know, but it's true and Roland's harmless, really. He thinks he's much worse than he really is."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 27, 2016 14:04:32 GMT -5
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🍉IC🍉 Norman instantly went over and dumped a lot of sugar into it, and then some cream. "Okay so let me get this right, Roland ticked off a witch in disguise and now he's furry feet down there, but only once a month, and apparently he has a lot of self loathing problems...and you and the guy down stairs watch over him...that's...that's actually pretty freaking cool," he said, downing the coffee depsite it still being hot.
It burnt his throat but he did his best not to let that show and put the mug back down. "Ahh...good coffee," he said, ignoring the burning sensation in his throat. Maybe it was time he took that common sense thing into consideration and listened to it. "Anyways, so it's only for tonight and he goes back to normal, alright...so am I trapped here for the night? I'm gonna go ahead and guess that it's not safe to leave until he turns back," he guessed.
It was a good thing his brothers were out of town for the weekend because if he didn't come home for a night, they would panic. He was almost nineteen, yet they still looked after him like he was a kid. He thought that maybe that was part of the reason danger excited him, he was kind of pampered at home by three way over protective brothers and a mother figure who used to smother them all before she died. Now he craved something to put himself at risk.
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