Shapeshifters in WWIV: A Roleplay (Celebrating Ten Years!)

Kurt reached down for said leg involuntarily, rubbing the side of it. "It's getting better," he said cautiously. At this point he had half a mind to introduce himself, but his instincts against the RK blocked out this involuntary urge towards social etiquette. So he said nothing else, instead reaching into the drawer next to his bed, which contained papers and envelopes. He'd been working on letters for his siblings.

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"Thank you," the man said, making a note of it. "We are going to transfer anyone involved in the incident which has transpired to a secure location. From there we will wait and decide the best course of action. Do you know the man who attacked you?"

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((Yeah, Möer would be fine shifting into a falcon.))

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Viktoriya caught the word "animal" and was able to piece together his meaning from the rest of it. "Oh!" she said, not having thought of this. "To be shifter, surely it makes easier. Makes... everything, life, easier. Then do you prefer sleep as animal?"

Louis was surprised by the question. It had been so long since he'd slept as a human, at this point it almost felt abnormal to him. "Well, it doesn't make everytjimg easier, but some things, yeah. I guess I do prefer sleeping as an animal at this point."

"My name is Jennette," she replied. "What did you do to get in here?" she asked, nodding at the handcuffs.

((Hi TheDarkestSecrets! Your form looks good to me. Shapeshifters can take any form, not just one, although there are a few limitations on size (you can see that in more detail on the front page.

We'll have to find another character for you to start RPing with. I think all of my characters are currently occupied. Does anyone else have characters available or should we create some new ones.))

(I can make up a character if needed.)

(Okay then. I'll try to get one made first thing in the morning!)

Kurt kept his head down, feeling even more exposed than usual by the attention his laughter drew to them. What he said about the pain medication rang true to Kurt. He had felt he was in more pain than he ought to be over this past week, and had ventured to ask once for his dosage to be upped, but he didn't think the change lasted through to the next day. And beyond the fact that it was simply not in his nature to complain, he had to keep his mind sharp. Truthfully, he doubted there was a viable way out of this. But if there was, he wasn't going to find it while in a drug-induced stupor.
He turned his attention to the half-finished letters. After everything he'd learned this week, on top of adjusting to this environment... he knew he couldn't spend any time on small talk. He had to be productive, as often as he could, for as long as he could.

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((Dublin is a small town?))

"We'll conduct a full debriefing upon arrival, but is there anything else you'd like to declare?" the man asked.

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Aunt Diana this, Aunt Diana that. "Okay," said Möer brusquely. "After you, then." Of course he'd quickly pull ahead, as he was the one who knew where they were going, but right now he wasn't going to let this boy out of his sight.

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Viktoriya shrugged. "Okay. What you want."

((And that's the story of how Viktoriya and Louis teamed up. Tom, any ideas on how Aspen might get involved with them?))

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((EDIT: Oh hey, a new member. Welcome! I'll add your form to the front page.))

"Sí," said Remus. "Soy un metamorfo. ¿Y usted?"

Boris noticed that the younger man didn't seemed inclined to speak. It was probably because he was a prisoner and surrounded by his enemies. He couldn't blame him. That still didn't change his mind about being friendly. "Go on and rest. Chasing children around is tiring enough with two good legs. You look ready for a nap," he said, letting Kurt know he was not going to bother him much more for the evening.

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(I forgot where they were. Sorry.)

"Declare? About what?" Nichole asked. It might have been a simple question to answer, but her head swam with the events and emotions that the day had brought on. Not to mention she was still worried about what would happen to her. Would she be kept with Donald and Ava? Or would she be left on her own to figure out how to keep herself safe?

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Christoph nodded and concentrated on shifting. It still wasn't easy for him to do, but he was improving. The young boy gave a strangled groan of pain as his body took on the shape of a falcon. Shaking himself once done, he waddled forward a few steps to get use to his new form. Then he turned his gaze to his grandfather.

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User Name- *Nightwhisper
Name- Olivia Graf
Age- 16
Gender- Female
Birth Country- Germany
Looks- Olivia might look normal at first glance, but upon closer look, you can make out her physical handicaps. Short, honey blonde hair in a pixie cut style frames her square face. Two blue eyes peer out from under thick lashes, seeming to jump from her pale, pinkish toned skin. Her right eye shines a pretty cornflower blue, yet her left eye is dull and clouded over, completely sightless.
Personality- For the most part, Olivia is a happy person. She tries her best to make others smile if she can, and is as polite as she can manage to be. However, she is extremely insecure about the fact that she is blind in one eye, feeling as if people are looking more at her sightless eye than at her in general.
SS or human- Human
How you became a SS-
Allegiance- Ignorant
Past- Olivia was born blind in her left eye. The doctors tried to fix the birth defect as best as they could, but their efforts weren't enough. Other than that, she has a normal life and still lives in her parent's home.
Other-

(Is she good to rp with Dark's character, Ice?)

(Sure! Do you want me to start them off?)

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Nichole thought for a moment. There was her shift into a dolphin, but no one had seen her do that other than Ava. Or so she believed. Otherwise, someone else would have stirred up a commotion. Unwilling to admit this piece of information, the girl shook her head. "No, there's nothing that I can think of," she murmured.

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It took a moment before Christoph lifted himself into the air, yet only to the lowest hanging branches. He wasn't sure which direction they would be traveling in, so he watched and waited for his grandfather to led the way before flying too far away.

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(to be honest, I just picked a random last name, but having some possible distant relatives might be useful later on if we ever needed them to interact.)

(Sure! She might not know a lot of Japanese, but enough to understand the general idea of what he was saying. I apologize now if this first reply isn't that good.)

Olivia was on her way home from school. It was a typical day, boring and uneventful, which she shouldn't complain too much about. Things could be worse here, but so far, Munich had escaped too much of the mess the war created. Or at least, to her knowledge it had. Normally, the girl would be off with one of her friends on such a great afternoon as this one, but the amount of homework dished out to them had been more than expected. Not to mention she had several tests to study for at the end of the week. There would be no time for friends until she was sure she wouldn't have a problem passing the tests. Fun.

Her attention shifted as she heard someone speaking. Now, people were speaking all around her, but what had roused her curiosity was the fact that the words in question were Japanese, not German or English like the rest of the crowd was using. Inspecting the crowd, she just had time to spot a boy who clearly held the appearance of one who would know Japanese fluently. She herself had been studying the language for two years now, so she was able to pick out the majority of the words muttered. However, the other noise and lack of her own vocabulary left holes in the sentences. Olivia would have just shrugged the sighting off and continued on her way home had the boy not made his way to a store that had long been closed and forgotten. Strange. For a moment, the girl wondered what to do. Go home? Or investigate? Eventually, curiosity won out and her feet carried her after the boy.

Olivia reached the door and experimentally tested to see if it was locked. It wasn't. Turning her head around to see if anyone saw her, she opened the door just enough to walk inside. Other than the sunlight streaming in through filthy windows, the store was dim. It was times like these when she wished both of her eyes were working as they should. Not that she found herself breaking into abandoned stores often. Her right eye scanned the room around her. "Hello?" she called out, first in English, then in Japanese in case the boy she was sure entered the building didn't know first language.

Olivia was surprised to hear a reply call out in German. She spotted the boy she had followed stepping out of a closet, seeing how wary he was. "I think English might be a good medium for us," she replied, stopping where she was. "I'm sorry if I scared you. I just saw you come in here, and I wanted to know if everything was okay. Not many people walk into abandoned buildings on a daily basis."

"Well when you say things like that, you're just inviting people to ask more questions," Olivia stated. To be honest, she probably should follow his advice. Who knows what sort of business might be going on in the store. However, she was curious about the boy. So she followed him. "You never said if everything was okay or not," she called after him as she approached the stairs.