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Post by tangleclaw on Jul 8, 2017 18:30:58 GMT -5
(Anywhere I can jump in~?)
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Post by tigercry on Jul 8, 2017 20:03:03 GMT -5
(I have two characters aren't involved with anybody at the moment if you'd like to rp with them  ) |
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Post by αυяσяα ησx on Jul 8, 2017 20:37:13 GMT -5
Aella followed quickly after her, audibly sighing in relief as they made it back to the forest. "Well... that was embarrassing!" she said in a faux-cheerful voice. She wasn't all that happy with the outcome and she didn't really want to return to the city either. She decided she was content with the woods and her house with very little people around.
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Post by αυяσяα ησx on Jul 8, 2017 21:13:53 GMT -5
"I didn't know what I was doing," Aella answered. Her face was beginning to turn pink again. "I wasn't as, um, calm as I could have been." She hadn't been calm at all. "Oh! But I'd love it if you could come back again! I'm always out here, every day, so that'd be wonderful!"
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Jul 9, 2017 1:44:51 GMT -5
Wysten had left behind him a trail as dark as his thoughts, street lamps flickering out one by one as he stalked through the shadows they created. The air around him shimmered faintly with the surge of electric energy, his strides smoothing into the soundless, predatory gait that he adopted when on the hunt. His sharp golden eye gradually brightened, gloved hands clenching and unclenching with leathery protests. Blood still darkened the shirt he wore under his jacket, and he looked forward to adding more. It was difficult to separate reason from the crimson tidal rush of his thoughts- Here was his primary objective. Here was his current mission in life with the nerve to frolic past him as if they had forgotten what they'd done. As if they hadn't been marked for death the second they'd decided to target those who were under his protection. How sad. How stupid.
'Ten. Ten. Ten. Ten. Ten-'
The number echoed insistently throughout his mind, bouncing off the chillingly empty walls of his skull. A shrill alarm. A warning bell that urged him to turn back. Take a breath. Freaking count to ten.
In a rather detached way, Ten was somewhat aware that he was a bit too far gone to acknowledge the mental alarm system. Blood called for blood after all. The least he could do was make it relatively painless.
'That will do.'
The neighborhood park was rather quiet at night- that night in particular. Even the resident wild life had subsided into silence when the aura of danger spiked dangerously close to their homes. There were five humanoid energy signatures in the immediate area, though only two promised malevolence. An eerie peace would have completely encompassed the area if not for the soft voices of two girls and the equally soft words of the pair that had been walking parallel to them some distance away.
They had posed as a couple on a nightly stroll so as not to arouse suspicion. Wysten didn't bother with such pretense. He continued at an even pace, merely adjusting his course so that he could intercept them before they reached their targets. As he had ignored the cover of trees and foliage, Wysten was noticed almost immediately.
'Too late.' The corners of his mouth twitched upward in a grim smile as he raised a gloved hand, bright blue energy surrounding it with an electric crackle.
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"How do you know who to target? Tell me." A demand devoid of his usual warmth, deep voice deceptively soft and almost casual. 'Rein it in. You can barely see.'
The man hissed out a string of swears, spitting blood onto Ten's boots. A cinereal eye twitched. "You- you monster! This is why your kind shouldn't exist! You-" His second tirade was caught off by an impatient twist of the humming saber.
"You have a surprisingly high pain tolerance." Ten observed mildly, fingers flexing with the desire to end the man's life. Not yet. "Tell me and I will make it painless." There was an irate edge to his words. This was taking too long; he had sensed five presences in the immediate area, the third unknown was a likely accomplice.
"I tire of this, Nathan." He would enjoy it a bit more if he could just kill the man outright and be done with it. His very existence offended him.
Nathan sagged where he was pinned against the scarred tree and Ten smiled, reading the defeat in his posture and slurred words. "I'll- If. Tell you. Save....Rebecca?"
Ten slanted a dispassionate glance at the woman bleeding out behind him. "I will stop the bleeding. No more than that." This seemed to be enough for Rebecca's partner, who managed a faint smile of his own before finally relaying the desired information with his last breaths. The life energy that had been tied to him, however weakly, gradually faded into nonexistence and Wysten found himself unable to look away.
-Because apparently he could never have too much nightmare fuel- It irked Ten that he died with a smirk on his face.
Closing his eyes to will away the image, he stepped back and spread his fingers, dispersing and absorbing the energy he'd used to form his blade. Unpinned, the corpse slid down the trunk of the tree and listed to the side at its base. Making a concentrated effort to even out his breathing, Wysten turned to kneel before the redhead still glaring at him weakly through her tears and lifted glowing hands to speed up the healing process of her wounds. Once done, he rose stiffly and leveled a cool look at her, expression stony and void of all emotion except mild disgust.
"Do not let me find you again."
Still simmering, Wysten whirled on his heel and stalked in the direction of the third energy signature- Dangerously close to the girls. 'Please rest easier now, Isabelle. Your death will not be for nothing.'
As he hunted, he was aware of five more presences lurking warily at the edges of his awareness, and he wondered idly how long they'd been there. Wysten didn't like for those under his command to see him like...that. But it seemed to make his pack respect him all the more.
Without breaking stride, he raised a hand and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together. 'Clean up.' The presences drifted back to obey.
His target's energy grew brighter as he drew nearer, and Wysten called once more on still relatively shallow reserves as he formed a shield on his right arm.
'Found you~'
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((To explain briefly: The five signatures Wysten sensed last are his 'honor guard', Nathan told him they were getting all their information from Lloyd, who's supposedly going after Akili & Oakley to finish the job so that's going to be fun. And Isabelle was part of Wysten's as-yet unnamed organization. Thing. She was killed by Nathan and I imagine her to have been a sweet little girl with the power to read things into existence. Also now you know how brutal Ten can be. Sorry He hasn't even gone berserk yet...))
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Post by αυяσяα ησx on Jul 9, 2017 1:55:23 GMT -5
{Hana your writing is honestly so good ughhh. I just love it so much}
Aella shrugged. "Well, I guess you're right, but still... It's not the best impression I could have made for my first day out in the city." She hoped she wouldn't have to do that again for a long time. She would have to ask for tips from her guardians on how to survive out there.
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Jul 9, 2017 6:43:45 GMT -5
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Ooh! I'll join! I got a good character I've used multiple times!
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Post by tigercry on Jul 9, 2017 13:27:02 GMT -5
(The more the merrier! Everyone's welcome here!  ) Lloyd skimmed through a manilla colored folder. His emerald green eyes were focused intently on the file as if reading it over and over would help him locate those other power wielders including Akili. His fire flared, licking over his hands but leaving the file unharmed. He quickly put the fire out, focusing on the file in his hands instead. The last time he had seen Akili was almost three years ago when she had stayed with him for a few days while her powers regenerated. He was still proud to know someone who could turn their powers into an explosion and not a little baby one either. Akili called it 'Sub Zero' which was a good name since it turned nearly everything to ice twenty feet around her before the ice promptly exploded. He looked up from the file, gazing around the park. Then something odd caught his attention, and it wasn't anything he could physically see. Someone's coming for me. He realized, he could vaguely sense a "hunter's" energy nearby, which meant that he was probably in trouble. Casually closing the file, he kept a calm facade up and tucked it into his backpack while discreetly searching for anything suspicious looking and strange. A strange person with a shield that looked like glowing energy was enough to send alarms through his head. Great... I should really get out of here. With that though he got up from the bench, he was sitting on and started casually walking down one of the paths, hoping to escape the hunter. Now if only he didn't run into anyone else. Akili suddenly hushed Oakley, her blue eyes sharpening as she picked up on strange movements in a separate area of the park. "shh," she whispered, "something strange is going on." Allowing her senses to expand, she carefully listened to the park, listening for any human movements and anything strange or odd. She couldn't shake the sudden feeling that someone who was like them was in a lot of danger. |
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Post by tigercry on Jul 9, 2017 13:30:41 GMT -5
(Anywhere I can jump in~?) (You can join Eira or Ari if you want ^-^) |
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Jul 9, 2017 16:00:53 GMT -5
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Awesome! I'll post a starter for if anyone has an open character.
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Chase padded through the woods aimlessly. He was wearing an old brown trench coat, black pants and a brown old thing that resembled a tee-shirt. On his right wrist he had a watch that was very unlike the rest of his attire. It was obviously old too, but it was a white, hexagonal shape with no clock on the front, instead it seemed to be a touchscreen thing. At his side he also was wearing a leather satchel that he took with him everywhere. So far he seemed relatively normal right? No. Covering his face and hands, as well as the rest of his body, was shining, deep port red scales. He also had large red wings that protruded out of his back. He obviously had no idea where he was. Chase thought he was in his world still. He'd noticed the woods change, but he just thought it was just a different area, he didn't know he was in another dimension.
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Jul 9, 2017 17:19:38 GMT -5
Lior paused behind a van in the cafe's small parking lot, angling his body so that he could see himself in the rearview mirror. "Hair? Slightly less singed. Face?" He wrinkled his freckled nose and rubbed at the dried blood under his right eye with the edge of his sleeve. "Eh, I'm still cute." Here he winked at himself, earning a disgruntled frown from the mother ushering her children out of the van. Lior favored her with a winning smile which she hesitantly returned before bustling away. "Clothes?" He glanced down at his battered yellowish chuck taylors, faded jeans that took 'distressed' to a new level, and bloodstained Marvel t-shirt. At least black kind of obscured most signs of abdominal hemorrhaging. Lior untied his pale blue reversible windbreaker from around his waist and shook dirt and debris from it before shrugging it on to cover the bullet holes in his shirt. If anyone asked, he could say he was just ahead of the fashion curve. By 2018, everyone would be wearing clothing that made them look as if they'd been shot up by a blind sniper.
'Oh, wait. Bad mental image. We're trying to avoid that.'
He dug around in his pocket for a stick of slightly mangled gum and popped it into his mouth whilst running a hand through cherry wood curls to smooth them away from his face and attempt to erase the 'I literally ran all the way here' look.
"There! Ready to make new friends!" Lior grinned at his reflection, receiving still more raised brows. He waved at the elderly man peering at him from behind the morning's paper before starting toward the local cafe with a notable bounce in his step. The teen was forced to a halt a mere arms-length away from the door, however, when the prickling along his spine bade him look up.
LIVE Adraste perched comfortably on the edge of the cafe's roof, one leg dangling while the other was pulled up to his chest so that he could rest his bandaged arm on it. His ruby eyes were half-lidded, contrasting with the sharp Cheshire smile crossing his cherubic features. His silvery white bangs were singed, a recent burn extending from his small pointed nose to his hairline. Somehow the recent injury didn't detract from his angelic cuteness even a little.
'I can never tell how old he is. Eight? Fifteen? Fifty? I mean he's wearing a private school uniform so-'
"Hi." Though LIVE looked to be no older than a junior high schooler- maybe even a middle schooler- his voice was surprisingly deep. Its playful cadence hinted at youth, however.
'Thirteen?'
"Oh, hello. You're not exactly a new friend. More like an old acquaintance." Lior smiled apologetically and spread his hands as if LIVE had gotten confused.
"I like to think of us as friends." This voice was comparatively lighter, and had a brightness to it that implied the speaker was always in a convivial mood. EVOL trotted up to Lior- because apparently he had been behind him the whole time? What?- and clapped him companionably on the shoulder, pupil-less cerise eyes bright and the smile gracing his handsome features a great deal more genuine than his brother's.
Lior craned his neck to smile up at him, EVOL's violet hair tickling his ear.
"You're here too. Fun!"
'Haha, oh bother. Crap. What the frick fracking flapjacks-'
LIVE laughed from where he had yet to make any threatening movements- not that they were necessary. The little creep- "You didn't honestly think we would pull the same trick twice, did you? The decoy hologram was a decoy. You're insulting your own intelligence, really. I know you're smart enough not to- Oi!"
Lior had chosen to act at the start of LIVE's monologue, or whatever it was he liked to do- lifting his hand and tapping the comm-link in his ear under the guise of brushing away EVOL's hair. The device only had enough power to last three minutes at most, but its activation should be a distress signal in itself. With his other hand, he flipped his phone out of his pocket and backhanded it into EVOL's chest, simultaneously launching himself forward. The addition of light speed blurred his movements and added the necessary punch for his next trick- His phone exploded on contact, and Lior enhanced the ensuing flare with a flick of his wrist, temporarily blinding everyone in the parking lot.
He hit the ground on a roll, coming up running and slamming through the cafe doors. They exploded off their hinges in a shower of glass, his shoes squeaking on the scuffed wood flooring as he skidded in. 'Sorry, Wysten'll compensate you for that!'
"Hey!" There were surprised screams, some rising from their seats while others ducked as if they expected a gunfight. Lior stood frozen, eyes wide as he frantically scanned their faces twice. Thrice. Just to be sure. The girls had left already? When? He would've seen them-
"Surprise!"
Lior leapt back on reflex, drawing his arms up defensively while the lights above flickered and died. He didn't bother with any offensive maneuvers. He already knew what he would find.
LIVE was suddenly sitting on the checkout counter, resting an elbow on the cash register and his chin in his upturned palm. The Cheshire grin was wider than ever. "We were holograms too! You've just been played, son!"
Lior barely heard his last words, having already flashed out of the cafe, leaving scorch marks and startled customers in his wake. LIVE turned wide amused eyes on the shaking cashier attempting to dial 911.
"You're going to forget you saw anything- Right? No?" He hadn't bothered to wait for a response. "Don't worry," His innocent features brightened, eyes closing in a kind smile. "I can help with that."
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'Do we really have to kill them? They seem nice.'
EVOL adjusted the scope of his luminous sniper rifle until it was trained on the brunette in a loose dress.
'No loose ends.' His brother reminded lightly. 'Kill Tabitha first. Then we can get ice cream~'
'Extra sprinkles if I get them both in one shot.' Forgetting his previous worry, the taller man flexed his finger on the trigger but stopped just short of firing when a squirrel blocked his line of sight.
"Hey little guy, could you move over a little bit?"
'Shoot through it, Evy. Light speed, remember?'
"Hello again!" EVOL greeted brightly, firing off a magenta shot that split off into two before swinging his rifle around to block a golden kick that sent him through a tree.
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((Tom Holland is the cutest SpiderMan ever. He inspired me to finally write for Lior!
In which things start to pick up and go down-
Also EVOL isn't stupid. Just happy.
Also welcome new person~
And thanks Aurora~!))
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Post by αυяσяα ησx on Jul 9, 2017 17:25:48 GMT -5
{Wait, do you mind explaining exactly what's going on? Sorry, I'm so confused right now and I haven't been paying much attention ahh}
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Jul 9, 2017 18:29:20 GMT -5
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Does anyone have an open character? And is it okay if someone can explain what's happening right now?
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Jul 9, 2017 18:45:29 GMT -5
((Heya Cloudfire~ I'll do what I can... So this : wcrpforums.com/thread/39093/chatroom-planning - is the link to our chat/planning page. Anything you need to say out of roleplay or questions you may have can be directed there, and I'll see if I can give you a brief rundown, yeah?)) |
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Jul 9, 2017 21:15:06 GMT -5
(hey there~
also, for the new people coming in, my character Mikel is open atm! i'll repost his (rewritten) starter again for anyone if they want to interact with him.
i'll respond with Oakley in just a moment!)
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Jul 9, 2017 21:27:16 GMT -5
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Awesome! He's not in the city though is he?
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Jul 9, 2017 21:39:17 GMT -5
Oakley was suddenly overwhelmed with fear. "W-what do you mean?" She whispered, eye wide and her hands trembling slightly. She looked around, noticing the air around them changing. She could feel it, she could sense the tension. The trees around her suddenly grew loud, however, and she could almost hear their screams.
"GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY DANGER SOMETHING IS COMING"
"What's going on? The forest doesn't like it!" She whispered again, turning back to Akili. She placed one hand on the trunk of the closest tree, trying to calm it. She could almost feel it shake underneath her palm. Of course, to an ordinary human, this wouldn't phase them, they wouldn't feel anything or hear anything or SEE anything. But...Oakley could hear nature, could feel them like an extra soul flowing through her veins. And right now, they were telling her something was very VERY wrong.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Jul 9, 2017 21:40:06 GMT -5
(also, i'm going to update on Mikel a bit and add him back into the rp, and I'll also be inserting a new character of mine! ) Mikel had finally made it out of the train station, notably in one piece. He hadn't gotten much more information from the other two people he had found in the station at the time, but he felt maybe it was for the best. After all, he could sense that they had powers too, abilities unlike anyone else, just like he did. And it was safer to not acknowledge the fact than let it out so simply. Though, now, a cold chill in the air made goosebumps rise up his arms and made his hair stand up slightly. It was dark out still, and he could just barely make out the sound of crickets in the suburban area. There wasn't a lot of people out this late, a few couples here and there, some kids walking along the street with their friends, older men that Mikel understood didn't really have any other place to go walked along the street too. But now, he was alone. In his thoughts, he could just barely catch the emotions of those he passed, love and compassion, lust and jealousy, humor and entertainment. He could feel them as they moved towards him, the emotions intertwining with his and causing him to lower his head, not able to look at the passing couples. It wasn't fair, that they got to use their emotions so freely. Couldn't they just shut up? No. No, they couldn't. And right now wasn't the time to be complaining. Mikel continued to move forward, wrapping the jacket around him tighter, the hood on his head covering his golden curly hair. Right now, he just needed to get back home. Taking a train to nowhere seemed like a bad idea now. -- Donovan watched the stars in the sky with a calm expression, green eyes trained on a few different ones that tended to twinkle at random moments. He wondered if the were planets instead of stars, but then decided against it. They didn't look like Saturn or Jupiter, plus he figured it would take a good telescope to see that far. If only he could hear the stars. He was sure, with his abilities, he could somehow reach out and move them, just laying down and letting his fingers trail the stars around him. However, they didn't do that. He didn't have those abilities. He did, however, have very VERY sensitive hearing, and sometimes he could see things from a farther distance than most humans could. But he supposed that wasn't his main mutation. He raised up from his position on the edge of the roof, looking down at the streets below. This building was a tall one, but not the tallest one in their city. This building stood a good two hundred or so feet in the air. He could see some people down below from where he now sat, legs dangling off the edge. They looked smaller, and he couldn't help but laugh. How funny, how small they are. He wondered if they realized that. Adjusting his shoulders just right, he was able to loosen up the dark brown wings that sprawled from his shoulder blades. They extended a good fifteen feet out together. Each was probably stretched out to maybe seven and a half or more feet at his sides. They were dark brown and speckled in white and black. Some of his feathers became darker at the bottom, where they stretched out the most. When he'd first gotten his wings, he was scared. He had been a young boy then, and he had no idea what they were for. However, his parents had been scientists and had apparently knew this was coming up. That he'd receive these magical wings that they somehow concocted together. After he found that out, he started to wonder if maybe his whole existence and creation was just some weird science experiment. Probably was. Now he was twenty three and living high in the sky. Literally. He honestly didn't like to stay in one place for too long, who knew what law enforcers would come along and try to run him away or even force him to their station so they could get a good glimpse at his mutations. He didn't hate them, but he hated how he stood out. He tried to hide them as best as possible when he left to exist in public for a short while, whether getting food or just finding a small shelter to stay in, he tried to squish them against his back and let his backpack cover it. It didn't always help, however. And he'd be damned if he went back to live with that freak again...the one he'd known as his "Father". His father had been the one behind it all. He was cold hearted, cold blooded, and didn't care for no one but himself. His mother had tried to take Donnie away after he found out about his wings, but she eventually...didn't return home one day. It took all Donnie could to not knock his dads teeth down his throat, and instead, left his father's house and never returned. Now, he was living on the streets of the big ol' city, having the freaking time of his life. Yay... With a sigh, Donnie laid back down on his back and looked at the stars again. He liked the stars. They were much better than people, anyway. (here's two of my characters, Donovan and Mikel, who are open for anyone! both in the city!) |
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Jul 9, 2017 23:22:24 GMT -5
Sylvius started violently, nearly toppling over despite previously being in a state of stillness. His wrist was burning, searing yet another mark into the pale skin. Biting his tongue to keep his pain silent and expression neutral, Sylvius reached into his right sleeve and ran gloved fingers over the glowing military dogtag tied around his wrist in thin chain, extending his consciousness into its cold depths and jostling what slumbered within. "Magnus."
"Let me guess, your Ten Count Tantrum Senses are tingling?" An accented baritone grumbled, the words preceding the materialization of a tall muscular brunet in military fatigues. He stood well over Sylvius's meager height, scarred arms crossed and an expectant scowl on his weathered features.
"When aren't they?" The teen muttered, running a weary hand through sable locks. "I'm too far away to prevent the damage, but perhaps you can reduce it?"
"What am I? Your brother's keeper?" Magnus reached out to ruffle his recently mussed hair despite the harshness in his tone, already beginning to fade away.
"That is what I tied you to him for, so I would think so." Was the wry response, and Magnus barked out a laugh before completely disappearing. The other passengers jumped and glanced around warily as the lights flickered with his passing.
Sylvius allowed his head to fall back against the metal wall, eyes closing and gloved fists clenching as he forced out an uneven breath. "Just for now."
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"I know you know that I know that you're fleeing from me- And doing a poor job of it at that." Wysten called casually after the man ahead of him, though he continued at an even pace. The death and suffering of those disgusting excuses for human beings cleared his mind somewhat, but it wasn't over yet. He couldn't rest until he'd ensured that no one else who relied on him for protection could be so easily hunted.
-He was still out for blood-
"Your name is Lloyd, correct?" 'Count to ten.' Wysten extended his arm, palm up. Electric blue energy hummed along its length, forming a transparent kite shield that appeared to have been socketed into the limb. "Give me the files and I will not hurt you. Much."
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((Tried to make this short and quick it wasn't really ^^'
Also would the Purifiers know Lloyd's name? If not I can take that out. I just figured because they might be in lieu with Icarus Corp.))
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Jul 9, 2017 23:54:38 GMT -5
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Oh um, I can't really bring Chase to the city yet. He doesn't know where he is and looking like he does, he'll probably get himself killed very quickly.
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Post by tigercry on Jul 9, 2017 23:59:18 GMT -5
Lloyd narrowed his eyes and gripped the strap of his bag, "no, these files aren't for you." He responded coolly, easily masking his slight fear. "I need them." He could hear his blood rushing through his ears. He had no idea why the guy wanted the files, but it was clear by the way his eyes glinted with a thirst for blood that he was going to kill him.
"I don't know yet, but we may be in some trouble," Akili responded in a lowered voice, "with your powers can you feel anyone else in the park by their touch on the grass, trees, pathways, or anything else?"
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Jul 10, 2017 13:31:20 GMT -5
"I see," Wysten said mildly, coming to a halt on the path and dropping his arm. He nodded and smiled absently to himself, shadows dividing the planes of his face in jagged lines. They brought his scars into sharp relief and seemed to leech any brightness that could have been found in his lifeless eye. The uneven slant to his mouth bore a hint of teeth, something short of a snarl. "I was hoping you'd say that."
The tall grass and short hedges that bordered the path gradually browned and withered, weak stems curling in on themselves as they died, leaning toward him as if seeking to take back the life he stole. Ten kneeled in the gravel, brushing gloved fingers over the husk of a flower with his unwavering gaze on the frozen man several feet ahead of him. 'I apologize for this.'
Translucent emerald flames coiled loosely around his chosen opponent- They'd be difficult to counter as he was now, but not impossible to get around if he kept his guard up and took him by surprise. His very mind burned along with the heat in his golden eye.
"Do you act on the Witch's orders?" Ten shifted with his words, launching himself forward without waiting for a reply. He led with his left arm, forming a wispy cestus over his fist seconds before contact could be made. Still midair, he swung his shield around to block a possible counterattack while the fingers of his right hand reached for the strap of the bag.
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((This chapter is blah but at least it's short. ^^'
And Cloudfire- does Chase have some form of camouflage? I can't imagine his life will be easy looking like something people would love to kill/dissect. ^^'))
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Jul 10, 2017 16:01:45 GMT -5
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Yeah he does have a camouflage, it's just that he has no idea that he should be using it.
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Post by Icestar on Jul 10, 2017 17:27:50 GMT -5
((Ciao fam. Anywhere I can jump in?))
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Post by Armageddidn't on Jul 10, 2017 20:33:13 GMT -5
{{ I think I'm going to get rid of my layout. It just makes my phone slower somehow}} "Was that guy mad that you were late?" Ansley asked. Tabby quickly ordered her lunch, stepping back to let Aella order. "Nope. He was just happy that his cat was okay." Tom said. |
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Jul 11, 2017 17:18:49 GMT -5
Her response had come only a few seconds later than would be considered an acceptable time in which to delay one, but Tsvetan barely registered her words during the sudden onrush of distorted information reflected in her guarded gaze. As usual, it was difficult to decipher at first. Words, thoughts, and feelings seared themselves into his mind in an unrelenting barrage that still made him rather lightheaded. His expression remained politely neutral, however. The corners of his lips still quirked in a sheepish smile and even his amber-blue gaze was warm and mild- Open and apologetic.
She was wearing a small smile now, visibly attempting to lessen the tension in her posture. Tsvetan responded in kind to the former, and wished the latter could be rectified if only slightly by their not having an encounter next to a busy street.
The confusing tangle didn't exactly bring him any closer to answering the neat list of mental questions he'd already drafted, but what little he could discern both relieved and worried him. She wasn't a threat- Not an immediate one, but Tsvetan sensed solitude and the resulting paranoia. Or paranoia that resulted in solitude. Wysten had only just made his
-unrealistically- grand intentions official, so Tsvetan didn't think it strange that they had missed someone who clearly didn't want to be found. It saddened him to think this though, as he almost worried that he was too late.
No doubt Lior would scoff at the that.
Bolstered by his brother's eternal optimism, Tsvetan tested the 'all's well that ends well' by offering her an open hand and a warm smile. "I certainly hope so. I'm Tsvetan, it's nice to meet you." His tone was lighter here, as amusement crept into his voice at the not quite 'nice' circumstances of their meeting.
'And I'm glad we could avoid any awkwardness.' He mentally added with a bit more wryness. Tsvetan hated pushing people- unless they were his family, who were regularly in need of a good shove- but he understood that it was sometimes necessary to gain some ground even if it was a mere baby step. Still, he had left off his surname so that she wouldn't feel forced to provide hers, and hadn't moved to encroach on her personal bubble, which seemed a touch larger than most. His arm and fingers were loosely extended- An offer, not a demand.
Introducing oneself in such a situation wasn't exactly unusual, but it wasn't difficult for him to read the woman's preference for anonymity. He was wary of being too forward or taking up too much of her time, so went for an approach that he thought might be easier to administer and receive telling results. The bonds of propriety just might work in his favor, as she could have just as easily snapped at him again and left. Reassuring him that he wasn't entirely at fault- Tsvetan still believed otherwise- hadn't been necessary, as again, she could have simply accepted his apology and went on her way. Of course this could all simply point to the fact that she was actually a kind person, which possibility he preferred, but Tsvetan chose to reserve his judgment.
He may technically be off duty, but it was his responsibility as Wysten's Second to assess all possible threats and allies regardless of time or place- This unknown could be the key to victory or a significant blow to it- But more than that, her near perpetual state of unease reminded him of Sylvius when they'd first reunited and Tsvetan was loathe to leave anyone else to themselves with such a mindset.
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((Ah, makes sense, Cloudfire. Perhaps Tangleclaw's character can join Chase?))
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Jul 11, 2017 18:16:34 GMT -5
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Yeah ghat sounds good if they want to!
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