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Post by Icestar on Feb 8, 2018 21:44:08 GMT -5
((I guarantee they haven't; this is the first time I've brought out Sara since the last thread we had, on the old forums. And that was the only post I wrote for this storyline.))
Sara stood still, surveying the building. She had only a few minutes or she'd be late picking up the girls, but she felt at least partly responsible for making sure this girl made it home safely.
"I'm aware of that," Kurt said, voice tight, "but I may have reached the point where it's out of my hands." He was silent for several seconds. Then, "I need... I need out of here. I need to find them."
Selim smiled, lines bursting across his face. "I must have missed the day straws were drawn! But it seems somebody drew one in my stead. My friends are very good to me." He placed his tray down and offered his hand. "My name is Selim Avci. You are Nichole, yes?"
((All right, I like it. Should we skip ahead to when they reach the bunker, or a few days after they've reached it?))
((Thank you, it warms my heart to receive such a reaction. I shall certainly start incorporating such behavior into my portrayal of Möer. I'm not so sure about Nichole though; I'm already used to her as a fresh-faced youth and that would be rather jarring. If you want to do that, she's your character, but I don't know that I'd prefer it, personally. At least for her.
Also, I was rereading some old conversations between Faith and Nate and I totally ship it; might we revisit them?))
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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 Feb 8, 2018 22:29:16 GMT -5
(No, I mean, I think I've at least wrote a reply where Olivia spotted Sara as she walked to the building, but I don't know if Dark saw that post or not. I also don't know if I should have her notice Sara now, or wait until Dark has replied.)
Boris could only nod, understanding the need of wanting to return to his family. "If I could help with that, I would. But that that is something I am not able to do."
"Yep, that's me," Nichole replied, returning his smile as she reached out to shake the man's hand. "It's nice to see not everyone is focused on their work or sticking to their friend groups to talk to the new girl. Feels like high school all over again."
(That's up to you. Either one would work, so it's up to you about how much you want to set up with them and how much you just want to fill in as we get to the action.)
(I mainly offered to change her in case you wanted some variations of the characters. I won't change her if you don't need her too. Just letting you know I could if needed. I at least know possible character development for her later on.
Lol, sure! If you want to, I'm up to bring them back. Where should we pick up with them?)
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Post by Icestar on Feb 9, 2018 0:42:42 GMT -5
((Oh, okay. I don't know; I don't even remember why Sara was brought in. *shrug*))
For a moment Kurt forgot where he was, forgot he was looking the man right in the eye, as he became lost in the empty space where some sort of solution should lie. But he didn't see a way out. He was likely going to be here for years. He'd come back to new nieces and nephews he'd never met before. And if he couldn't even get a hold of Char...
He drew his knees up to his chest, only his legs were no longer even the same length so he just pulled them both in as best he could, and ducked his head down into his forearm, shoulders heaving every few seconds as he tried to hold himself together.
((This actually kills me, because the person who Rped his girlfriend and the kids hadn't been on the old thread for a few months before the forums closed, so they'll likely stay gone forever.))
Selim sat as she shook, and released her hand to take up his fork. "Did you have the 'new girl' experience?" he asked, leaning forward with interest.
((Kay. Here I go.))
It had been two nights since they had arrived at Möer's secret bunker in the mountains of Austria. He'd built it by himself in the wake of WWIII. It wasn't the first bunker he'd built, either; there was still one somewhere in a remote valley of Russia whose location he could no longer remember. It had to be almost a century old by now.
Of course he had told Christoph none of this. The boy didn't even know where they were. He'd deftly evaded the question whenever it had been asked. He couldn't hide the fact that it had taken them about five days, flying most of the way, and he wasn't sure whether the boy had any wayfinding skills, but at least he had no specific location. Less chance that he'd run.
Their days were spent hunting and training. The boy kept asking to eat of his emergency rations, and he'd patiently explained more than once that they were for emergencies, not when some pampered lad didn't feel like getting his snout a little bloody. At least his fighting was passable for a child of his age, but Möer wasn't about to settle on "passable." He'd also begun teaching him to use some of the equipment and weapons in the bunker. The first time the boy had excitedly shared that "Aunt Diana" had something like this, Möer's scowl quickly silenced him.
((Cool cool.
Regarding Faith/Nate, it's a struggle because it's so easy to immediately fall into that "the war ruins everything" trap, but like, that's what this roleplay is all about so is it really a trap? I think we should try to keep things pretty mundane for them for a while though. [For poor Nate, if absolutely nothing else.] Maybe he could start meeting her friends or family or something?))
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Post by ZuresianAngelWC on Feb 16, 2018 12:39:56 GMT -5
Hello! Sorry I’ve been so inactive but would anyone like to RP?)
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Post by Icestar on Feb 16, 2018 15:52:05 GMT -5
((Hi Zuresian! Unfortunately I don't think I have any free characters the right age to interact with the twins fruitfully. Maybe Mariana? What sort of situation would you like her to be in?))
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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 Feb 16, 2018 17:43:57 GMT -5
(Neither do I to be honest.)
Boris frowned as he watched the man try to curl into himself. His life had been spent within the war. While there were days when he was serving his first six years when he had felt the crushing weight of the war, the man had come to terms with all pros and cons the fighting brought with it. But he was older and harden to the world. Kurt, however, was different. He was younger than the man himself, having to deal first hand with the cons of war more than the pros. Right now, the best thing for him to do was just leave the younger man be. No amount of comforting words given would do any good.
(Now I'm sad. Poor Nate!)
"Once, when I moved here," Nichole admitted. "But it wasn't too bad. After two weeks, I got fed up with it and made people like me. I'm very persuasive when I try."
So far, Christoph was not having fun living with his grandfather. The journey to the bunker had been tiring and confusing. Möer had refused to tell him anything about the location they were heading to, even after five days of flying. He had begun to think they had gotten lost when they finally came to the bunker. He got maybe one night of good sleep before the training started. Fighting practice wasn't too bad. Aunt Diana had practiced with him often, so he was able to hold his own during the first day of practicing with his grandfather... for the first half-hour at least.
Then there was the hunting. Christoph had no problem hunting, but it was the eating what he had caught afterwards that bothered him. More correctly, eating what he caught raw and still wearing its fur. He couldn't stand having the poor creatures staring at him while he tried to eat. It caused his stomach to churn. But his grandfather had been very clear that the normal food stored away in the bunker was off-limits. So it wasn't a surprise that he had gone to bed hungry the first night there.
(Yeah, I agree. Everyone else is doing something big about the war, so having these two be mundane for a bit would be nice. Faith could just focus on integrating him into the city, introducing him to people he might become friends with.)
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Post by Icestar on Feb 17, 2018 14:36:54 GMT -5
((I think we're pretty much done here. Time skip? It's ages since we've heard from Destiny and Sabel.))
Laughter explored from Selim, thunderous and sudden but quieting just as quickly. "Where did you go to school? I notice your accent. American, yes?"
The boy was weak, that was for certain, but he wouldn't stay that way. Möer would make sure of it.
They were out hunting in wolf form just after dawn when they came upon a deer. It was a fawn, all alone, possibly injured based on the way it was standing, and Möer's mouth started watering as he eyed its soft flesh. He'd been trying to make Christoph take down most of the prey, but this was too much. It would be too easy, and too enjoyable. He leaped forward, and down it went with a scream cut short as he tore into it in a frenzy.
((An out for Christoph to ditch Möer.))
((I like it. Would you like to start?))
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2018 18:35:09 GMT -5
Kai cursed more in Japanese as he stared at the girl. "It'll be your funeral just know this." He said as he watched her carefully. His body was stiff and hesitant as he looked at the girl, as if he expected her to attack him. To betray him.
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Post by Icestar on Mar 3, 2018 22:02:02 GMT -5
((*whistles*))
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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 Mar 6, 2018 14:14:19 GMT -5
(Yeah, Time skip is good!)
His laughter, as bold as it was, coaxed a fit of giggles from Nichole. "Yeah, I'm American," she responded. "I was born and raised in Tennessee, up until high school. I took a year off before going to college, moved out here, and then found out I liked exploring the country more than the thought of going back into the classroom."
Christoph had been following his grandfather through the forest, too scared to let too much distance span between them. He still had the marks from the last two times he was reprimanded for lagging behind. Now, as they stopped and watched the poor fawn from the underbrush, the young boy couldn't stand to watch as Möer swiftly ended the animal's life. They had killed so many things in the past week to the point that the blood was making his stomach churn. Yes, hunting was a good skill to learn, but hunting this much? Eating all the kills raw every time? Noticing that the older man was occupied for the moment, Christoph carefully and silently backed away. He needed a break. He needed a chance to catch his breath. So he trotted away from his grandfather, searching for the small patch of berry bushes he had found. That was a safe spot, in his mind at least.
(Sure, I can start. How many days should we skip? A week? A month?)
Oliva rolled her eyes at his over-dramatization of everything. Yes, she could get killed or arrested for helping him, but that was only if she got caught. What difference was helping Kai and helping a regular homeless person? "Whatever, I have to go," she said, turning her attention back the way she had come. That was when she noticed a woman standing not far off, watching them. Well, so much for not getting caught.
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Post by Icestar on Mar 11, 2018 3:06:43 GMT -5
It had been several weeks since Destiny had started her classes and it seemed to Sabel that she was gradually settling into life at the base. From what Sabel had seen, every time she said something to this effect to Kurt he seemed to grow very agitated. Sabel still didn't understand why.
"That's admirable, and quite brave," said Selim, nodding. "How has it been working out for you?"
Möer eventually sat back, licking the blood out of the fur on his paws, his chest, his muzzle. He quickly became aware that something was wrong, and after a frenzied moment glancing all around him, he figured out what.
He didn't know what followed, in a flurry of fur and pain and noise, but in fact it was a snarl as a wolf and then a quick shift into a lion, as which he let out a fearsome roar that echoed through the trees and set a small flock of songbirds in the vicinity to flight--all this followed immediately by a shift into a human and the nearly-as-frightening bellow: "CHRISTOPH!"
((Maybe a few weeks to a month.))
Sara released a silent sigh of relief as the kids emerged. It seemed that nothing untoward had been happening. She noticed the girl's eyes quickly find and linger on her, and she quickly looked away, though it was probably very obvious that she had been watching.
((Oh wait, I remember why Sara got involved. Dark wanted there to be a police officer but it didn't make any sense so I offered Sara to be a concerned party. It still isn't really necessary though so...))
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2018 15:05:38 GMT -5
Kai cursed in Japanese at the sight of the woman. "I told you not to stay Olivia. I didn't want people knowing I am here..." He said to her as he looked back to the woman. "What is it you need?" He asked her of course knowing that she probably heard quite a bit of their conversation, but right now he was ready for anything. Or at least he thought so.
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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 Mar 23, 2018 21:29:25 GMT -5
Destiny wasn't entire sure why Kurt had told her to be wary of the lessons she got here. Yeah, they weren't as nice as the ones back home, but they weren't too much different. After a couple of days, the girl had settled into the routine as best as she could. She was even making some progress in her Spanish. It was slow progress, but it was progress nonetheless.
"I wouldn't call it brave, so much not willing to spend thousands of dollars on tuition," Nichole replied. College certainly wasn't cheap, and she had found that renting a small apartment here was cheaper than one semester of classes. Not to mention the scenery was nicer. "Things were going well until, you know, all of this happened."
At the sound of the roar, Christoph froze. He had heard his grandfather get mad before, but there was a rage in his voice when he called out his name that terrified him. Despite knowing he should hurry back as to not get in trouble, the young boy found himself running for cover, hoping to hide.
(Alright!)
Faith was cleaning off the counter at the cafe she worked at. It was the end of her shift, and then woman was just taking care of a few last minute things before she left. Her co-worker, Dan, was in the back, ready to fill in for her. Today was one of the rare days she got off of work early, which was good since she had already made plans to hang out with Nate. It's been a couple of weeks now since the man first wandered in, and the two had become very good friends. Or, at least, that's what she liked to believe.
(Yeah, that's right. Oh well, this scene is about done anyway, so Sarah won't be needed too much longer.)
"Geesh, will you calm down. It's just a teacher," Olivia told him. While she understood his paranoia, this was a bit much. "Not everyone's so intent on tracking you down. Besides, I know her. She's okay." Of course, she didn't really know much about Ms. Sarah, but the two had seen each other around at school. She seemed like a nice woman the few times she had spoken with her.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2018 10:23:08 GMT -5
"I don't know this teacher so I'm sorry if I'm a little untrusting. Heck I barely know you Olivia! And yet I told you my life story pretty much." He just sighed before attempting to walk past the teacher so he can leave, maybe not even come back. Of course someone saw her and decided to see why she came in here. Probably thinks they were doing something or heard him say he was a shifter. Just great.
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Post by Dawnmist on Mar 26, 2018 0:56:27 GMT -5
((Woah, it's alive! Hi guys!))
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2018 19:43:10 GMT -5
(more or less! hoping we can bring it back to life!)
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Post by Icestar on Mar 27, 2018 14:22:57 GMT -5
((Dawn! You live!))
((I'll admit I'm not too sure where to go with Destiny and Sabel. What interesting things do little girls get up to?))
Selim nodded, his manner intentionally neutral. "Yes... I have heard. You and the Fischers have not had the easiest time of it in this past day. I'm sorry it happened, but we are here to help you all through it."
Möer gave it all of three seconds to see if the boy would emerge from somewhere nearby after his bellow, and when nothing around him changed, he shifted instinctively into the form of a bloodhound and began sniffing furiously around the area. Soon enough, he picked up the boy's scent, and began bounding forward, growling in anger.
Nate wasn't sure what he was doing. He was already too closely involved with this girl and it was getting to the point of being dangerous, for her as well as him. But he couldn't stop himself. It... she... was too... pleasant, too kind, too normal to let go of. A little corner of normality and gentleness in his very much not normal life. Anyway, he'd never been particularly big on self-control. He'd let it go on a little longer and... and eventually he'd cut it off, or at least cut it down severely. Eventually.
He arrived at the bus stop nearest to the café where she worked before she did. They were supposed to meet there after her shift to go out... somewhere. She hadn't actually mentioned where yet.
Sara blinked, weirded out from being addressed at all, and especially in such a way. She was still pretty far away and no interaction needed to happen. The kid sure seemed like he was looking for a fight. "Hi, Olivia," she said with a smile, stepping a little closer to close the gap between them, and hoping she was remembering the name right. She'd never taught this girl, of course, but had spoken to some teachers who did. "Everything okay?"
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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 Mar 30, 2018 16:58:48 GMT -5
Yeah, he had a point. Olivia took in a breath to apologize, but the boy had already began to walk away. She let out the breath in a frustrated sigh. When she saw Sarah approaching, she placed a smile on her face. "Hello, Mrs. Sarah," she returned. "Yes, everything's fine. I'm just not anything luck making new friends. Was there something you needed?"
(Hmmmm.... Maybe something could happen with their classes? That's the only thing I can think of.)
"Thanks," Nichole said, sighing softly. “I really didn’t mean all of this to happen. Had I known I was being followed, maybe I could have avoided all of this.”
Christoph found a thick patch of brambles and didn’t think twice. Ignoring the fact that of thorns tugging at his fur, he pushed himself as far into the thicket as he possibly could. He might not be able to hide from his grandfather, but he might at least stay out of his reach for a few moments until he could explain himself.
Finally able to end her shift, Sophia filled two cups of coffee, one for her and one for Nate. Only then did she actually head out of the café. The day was pleasant, sunny with just the right amount of wind blowing. For the past few days, it had been raining, so a break of the stormy weather was a nice change. The woman spotted Nate at the bus stop, as usual. In the days they had met up, it became clear that the male always seemed to arrive before she did. Not that it bothered her or anything. She was never late, and if she was, she made sure to call him. “I hope you haven’t been here too long,” she commented upon reaching her companion, handing him one of the coffee cups.
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Post by Icestar on Apr 19, 2018 21:46:58 GMT -5
((I got nothing. Maybe we should just let them stew for a little while?))
Selim nodded slowly. "Things could be different if things had been different. See how pointless that sounds? Don't blame yourself for things you couldn't control. I've read the file, or at least to the extend to which they'd written it as of an hour ago; you did nothing wrong."
Möer stalked through the trees, sniffing furiously at the ground. He could smell the boy's fear-scent, and he could just about spit in disgust. Afraid of a little blood. The boy was just as weak as his father. Had he learned nothing in his time here?
Finally he came to a thicket of brambles. Surely the boy hadn't simply passed through here; he scanned the brambles for a few moments before his gaze came to a rest on a pair of large, fearful eyes. Snarling, he began tearing through the brush, ignoring the thorns.
"But of course not, my lady," Nate responded, accepting the coffee. "How was work?"
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Post by Icestar on Apr 29, 2018 15:42:28 GMT -5
((I wonder if Dawnmist is still alive...)) |
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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 Apr 29, 2018 17:50:49 GMT -5
(Sounds good to me. I've been meaning to ask about what kind of stuff they put the kids through test/training wise. I figured it'd be more taxing on them than what Destiny would be used to back with the WK, so I didn't know how much of her behavor would be affected by it.)
Even though she nodded, Nichole couldn't just let the blame drop. She should have been paying more attention. Maybe then she would have noticed the attacker earlier. Maybe she would even have been more careful about her shifting. Oh well, time to dwell on that later. "So, what part do you play in this place? Other than offering lunch time companionship to those in need," she asked, taking a bite of her food. The sooner the conversation turned to something else other than what happened earlier, the better.
The moment he locked gazes with his grandfather, Christoph knew he had made a mistake. The boy let out several high pitched whimpers and whines, apologetic and fearful. It wouldn't be enough to stop him from reaching him, but maybe it would stop the older man's crazed rush into the brambles. All the while, he crawled as far into the tangle of underbrush as he could get. The hundreds of sticking thorns in his hide was nothing compared to what Möer would do to him when he finally reached him.
Faith smiled. "It was a good day," she told him. "The number of rude customers was at an all time low, so that's always nice. What about you? How was your day?"
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Post by Icestar on May 16, 2018 3:17:22 GMT -5
((I had half a reply to this typed up and now it's gone. Sigh. Well, basically, they have classes in biology, zoology, anatomy, stuff like that, to help the kids better understand the forms they shift into, so they can shift more easily. And the training is just practical applications of shifting, some of which is fighting, some hiding, some athletic stuff, etc. It wouldn't be too different in content, just in attitude of the instructors, which is in many ways less conservative than that of the WK, kind of "there's an animal inside you and you shouldn't keep it caged up," but also "here's how to control it."))
"Well, in fact, my job is to help people like you," he said candidly. "People who are not at the base entirely of their free will, who do not work for us and are here because something went wrong. You are not the only one. Why in fact, this will be the second time I have helped the Fischers in such a way. Though that's a tale for another time."
The boy had no neck scruff in this form, but Möer used his teeth to move him regardless when he finally reached him. He clamped down on the boy's arm, yanking him back, growling ever more wildly as he tasted his blood.
Nate had been anticipating this question. The real answer would've been "Oh, y'know, it was fantastic to see a couple of little shifter kids being brought in from the streets and totally distrustful of us because they thought we were RK. A real pleasure when I tried to visit them and they wouldn't even look me in the eye. Good ol' RedKingdom, doing so much good in the world."
Instead he put on a smile and said, "Had to deal with a little more rudeness than you, it seems, but that doesn't matter."
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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 May 17, 2018 19:38:20 GMT -5
(Oh, I know the feeling. It kills me every time I write out three paragraphs I'm proud of only to have it deleted. Okay. Would there be anything that could cause some kind of conflict?)
"So you get this kind of scene a lot?" Nichole asked. She shouldn't be surprised; there were plenty of shifters who did not align themselves to any cause, but still sought/needed help. Her head tilted in interest when he mentioned he had helped the Fischers before. Yet as much as she wanted to question him about them, she let the topic slid by. It might be best to let the excitement die down before prying into how the family she had grown fond of came to be in Ireland. "How are you able to keep everyone straight? Like where should go where?"
Chistoph let out a cry of pain as he was bite, turning back into his human self to plead with his grandfather. "I'm sorry!" he repeated over and over again. "I-I was just trying to find food for myself! I'm sorry!" Feebly, he tried to pry the jaws of the wolf open to free himself. The smell of blood was strong, but he wasn't sure if he was smelling his own blood or that of the deer his grandfather had killed. Either way, his stomach revolted.
"There are good and bad days," Faith said with a shrug. "Today might be filled with rude people not understanding you're doing the best you can do, and tomorrow might be filled with people who are actually thankful. You never know."
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Post by Icestar on May 21, 2018 17:14:10 GMT -5
((Nothing really springs to mind. Honestly, they could and should spend years quietly in this base. Maybe schoolkid drama with Destiny and Sabel, bullies or something? I'm drawing a blank with Kurt. He'll just be in rehab for a little while and eventually be put in with general population. Can't think of anything that exciting. But I'm open to ideas, with him or the kids.))
"Oh, it's not so hard. Everyone has such different stories and such unique ways of responding to their situation." He chuckled. "It helps that I have several assistants. You'll be meeting them eventually." For a long moment he was silent; then, "I'm sorry I have to ask this at the dinner table of all places, but it's best to do so sooner rather than later: is there anyone you would have us contact regarding your disappearance? Parents, perhaps?"
Möer was again disgusted by the boy's response. Surely he should be able to think of a form that would free him from his grasp! It only showed all the more how very much in need of training he was.
Countless brambles caught on his pelt and the boy's skin, but eventually he brought him completely out of the bushes and threw him to the ground, morphing into a human. A sure sight he was, his own skin stained with the deer's blood and his mouth with the boy's, but that bore no need for thought now. "You're just as weak as your father!" he bellowed, eyes aflame. "Don't you understand I'm trying to help you?"
A wide smile spread across Nate's face without his knowledge as he looked at her. "You never know," he agreed quietly. After a long moment, he clapped his hands together once. "So! Where are we off to, my lady?"
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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 May 31, 2018 15:51:48 GMT -5
(Other than Sabel and Destiny handling bully situations, I can't think of anything either.)
Nichole nodded. The man must have gone through these kinds of situations on a daily or weekly basis by the easy way in which he spoke. By now, there might have been nothing that could surprise him. "Yeah, my mom and step-father," she replied. "They're still in America, but their phone numbers might still be the same."
Christoph huddled on the ground, clutching his bleeding arm to him. He had to think carefully on his response, otherwise he might just make things worse. But it was hard to come up with an answer that would be acceptable to his grandfather. The man hardly seem to listen to reason. "I-I was just trying to see if I c-could fend for myself," he answered shakily. "I-Isn't that what you want me to do?
(So I've been thinking about how we can make Christoph's escape more realistic. What if, after all the constant abuse received by Möer, Christoph just snaps under the trauma. Normally, people who suffer from this kind of torture will either become aggressive themselves or sink into themselves in attempts to block everything out. What if Christoph, in one of their training sessions, just gives into the aggressive side, let's the animal instinct of survive kick in, and manages to injure his grandfather? I don't think he would be able to kill him, but injure him enough so he could get a good head-start in running away. That's just what I have been thinking. You may not agree. If you don't like it, then we can stick with him using stealth in sneaking out somehow. The call is yours. I just thought I'd throw out some ideas.)
"A couple of my friends and I were planning on going to grab a couple of drinks," Faith told him. "I was hoping you wouldn't mind being my plus one for the evening. Jenny is always trying to get me to hook up with someone, so I figured if there was someone new in the group, she might calm down for once. That is, if you're okay with that. If not, there are plenty of other things to do. I don't want you to think I'm only using you to get out of an awkward situation."
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Post by Icestar on Jun 1, 2018 4:12:47 GMT -5
((Kay. Anything specific in mind?))
Selim nodded. "I'll take those down. Do they know that you're a shifter, or shall we devise a story? Also, do you live alone here in Ireland? I saw in your file that you are only nineteen."
"Don't treat me like a fool, boy!" he screamed. "You're weak! You can't fend for yourself and you seem to have no interest in learning how do to so! You must be punished. Let's see how you like spending a week with no food at all, tied up like the animal you don't understand you are!"
((An interesting proposal. I was going to say he should probably just slip away while Möer's not looking because the isolation is the only security measure Möer has at play, but then Möer started talking about tying him up so actually right now would be a pretty good time for Christoph to attack him and make a break for it.))
Nate stared at her, a grin spreading slowly over his face. "That sounds perfect," he laughed, rubbing his hands together. "I've never met an awkward situation that was any match for me. Let's do this."
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"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 Jun 2, 2018 8:45:05 GMT -5
(Ummm, not that I can think of other than the stronger kids just throwing their weight around.)
"They know I'm a shifter. I was bitten by one when I was younger, so they found out about it very early," Nichole told him. "I am alone. I was taking a trip with a couple of friends, but I liked it here, so I stayed. It was a spur of the moment decision if I am completely truthful. I'll be twenty next month."
As the boy coward underneath the fury of his grandfather, there was a spark of anger amidst the fear. He wasn't weak. He knew how to fend for himself. There were just other way of surviving than killing and being cruel. The words he could handle, but the threat of being tied up and starved scared him. Already he had skipped meals, but for a week? There was also the fear of what else would happen to him during that week. More beatings? Complete isolation? Christoph didn't know what prompt him to shift. All he knew was that he had suddenly flung himself at his grandfather, growling as his wolf canines sank into his leg.
Faith laughed at his reaction. "Great, because you haven't seen Jenny drunk," she said. She locked her arm around his as she began to lead the man down the street. "I trust you're quick on your feet and don't get embarrassed easily."
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Post by Icestar on Jun 2, 2018 23:22:00 GMT -5
((Rip. Well, I'm also good with just putting this plot to rest for now if we can't come up with anything we'd be interested in.))
Selim nodded. "That's very brave of you. It does make things considerably easier if your parents know. You can call them yourself then, although you can't tell them the location of this base. And we'll get right on arranging to send you back home. Do they still live in Tennessee?"
To the boy's credit, Möer was very surprised. A howl of pain escaped him and he instinctively shifted into a wolf himself and swatted the smaller wolf away, claws unsheathed. He immediately ducked his head down and began licking the wound.
I bet Jenny drunk is nothing compared to me drunk. "Why, that's my middle name, in fact. Nathan Quick-on-your-feet-and-don't-get-embarrassed-easily Summerlin. Who told you? It's not very guessable."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2018 7:34:14 GMT -5
(*beams into existence* what have i missed?)
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Post by Icestar on Jun 9, 2018 16:09:53 GMT -5
((I mean, nothing has happened with Kai since you've been gone.))
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