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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 21, 2017 22:20:26 GMT -5
hey sorry i ages 100 years readin yalls starters
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 22, 2017 2:50:36 GMT -5
> Episode 1: The Hunt. > Ferris Blackwood. Vampire. > VISBY, SWEDEN.
"You fixing to jump in or what?"
It took a moment for Ferris to lift his head from where he'd been staring at the frothy depths below him, having entirely lost track of time. That wasn't an unusual thing for him, as it often felt like he had no concept of it at all. It was convenient how many clocks there were in the world, but this was the one time he'd forgotten a watch. He raised his eyebrow at the owner of the voice, who merely started right back at him with narrowed, amber eyes.
"What are you on about?" Ferris replied in haughty confusion, stepping back from the cliffside and making his way through the grass to where his companion, Gilbert, stood, arms crossed. The wind whipped aggressively at his hair, the smell of rain hanging heavy in the air. He wanted to get off this damn island. Gilbert lifted a hand and gestured to Ferris, tilting his head. He didn't look too happy, though that seemed to be Gil's permanent expression.
"Got awfully close to the edge there. I'm not fetching you out next time you almost drown," Gil commented smoothly, turning to head back down to the road, not bothering to look back is if he expected Ferris to follow.
And of course Ferris did, tucking his chilly hands into the pocket of his coat as he did so. The roads had finally emptied out after such an eventful afternoon yesterday. Ferris had spent most of this morning mulling it over, listening to his brother Cináed orchestrate his way out of a mass panic.
The body of his older brother, Kester, was a recent find, and a shocking one. It had shaken up the whole clan, and some human residents as well. Kester had always favored the Scandinavian countries, and choosing a little island like Visby was just like him. Unfortunately Visby was a popular tourist spot, which was also very much like him, so his corpse turning up on the limestone cliffs halfway to falling into the Baltic Sea was far less than ideal.
Ferris had never been to particularly close to Kester, but even time cannot forget old bonds and Ferris found himself angry, deep in the pit of his stomach. Cináed may have kept the Blackwood clan in order, but Kester was the eldest of the three brothers, and his death was certainly no accident.
Gilbert shot a glance to Ferris from over his shoulder as they approached the road, pausing slightly in his step. "I don't suppose you think he was attacking humans, do you?" the younger vampire asked, tone level but quiet, as if he didn't want to hear the answer to the question. Ferris chewed on his answer, uncharacteristically quiet as he thought of how to respond.
> "Kester had it coming." > "I don't know." > "He was never that stupid."
Eventually Ferris spoke up, fiddling with one of the buttons on his coat-sleeve, a telltale sign that he was frustrated. "He was a f*ckin troublemaker, but he was never that stupid," he muttered, shaking his head. "There's more to it." Normally he loved the thrill of solving something like this, using all the materials available, all of the facts, yet at the moment he felt so empty-handed. The only piece of evidence they had pointed down a singular path, one that the Blackwood clan was not too keen to deal with.
They had never been too particularly influential, a decent number of them but not very concentrated, quite the migrant lot. Kester loved to pick fights and mess with humans, and even he knew better than to mess in the affairs of the Brotherhood. Dealing with the hunters had always been shaky territory, and accusing them of such treachery would ruin the peace that had been so hard fought.
But Kester was an old, influential vampire, and he was dead. Drained of blood. No other evidence to be found. Ferris had never seen bigger red flags in his entire existence, and that was saying something. Gilbert sighed briefly as they approached their car parked on the side of the road, leaning against the roof and starting at Ferris on the passenger side. "It's bizarre Ferris, I know. But there's nothing we can about it right now. Cináed said the other clans are losing members too. Someone is going to figure it out," Gilbert explained, brow furrowed.
Ferris cracked a wry grin at him and pulled the door open, gesturing dramatically with his hand. "Oh ye of little faith! Aye, why can't that person be me?" he posed before climbing into the seat and shutting the door behind him.
It was a short drive back to the docks. This godforsaken island was beautiful, but you could only escape the place by boat or plane. Ferris just wanted to be someplace else, somewhere he could think, somewhere with more resources, and naturally his plans hit a roadblock, one named Cináed. The older vampire stood by one of the docked boats, conversing with one of the locals. He hadn't spared the approaching car a single glance but Ferris knew that Cináed was aware they were there.
Gilbert tugged the keys free of the ignition and shared a concerned look with Ferris. They were old friends, quite old, and Gilbert knew how Cináed was just as well as Ferris did. "Don't say anything you might regret," Gilbert advised in that mothering tone of his, which Ferris had learned to interpret as a loving gesture. Ferris simply grinned, pulling on the door handle and stepping out.
"Right, I won't say anything you wouldn't say," he scoffed with a playful wink before shutting the door, lingering long enough to catch the roll of Gilbert's eyes and him crack a smile.
> Gilbert will remember that.
Ferris threw the man a wave and shouted, "I'll send ya a f*ckin telegram, pr*ck!" as Gilbert drove off, who was only able to give him the finger in response.
Of course it was in this moment that Cináed turned from his conversation to face Ferris, arms crossed, and not in the endearing grumpy way that his good friend did. No, this was the stern look of a vampire that had spent too much time cleaning up other people's messes. Ferris straightened out his coat as he approached, brushing back his windswept hair. "Any news?" he asked tentatively.
Cináed shook his head, gaze turning from Ferris briefly, seeming to choose his words carefully. "Nothing yet. Probably nothing for awhile, I want to keep this quiet," he replied in that calm, commanding tone that always pissed Ferris off. Even now the older vampire couldn't spare a single outward emotion for their fallen brother, couldn't even be a little peeved. Cináed always told Ferris that emotions belonged on the inside, where they could be properly utilized, not wasted breath. Ferris was sure that Cináed had intended for him to assume that Cináed felt anything at all on the inside, which he very much doubted. This display only proved that further.
"Aren't you even going to try to figure this sh*te out? This doesn't just happen, Cin. He's actually f*cking dead," Ferris replied, a harsh edge in his eyes.
Cináed's expression broke, a deep, angry frown forming on his face. "Of course I am going to try, but this is staying between us and the clan right now."
> Agree >"Good luck with that." >"Let me ask the others."
Ferris scoffed. "That's going to get you f*ck all and you know it. Just let me try asking Alphonse, Gilbert said that you said the other clans are dealing with something similar-"
Cináed snapped a finger out and jabbed it into Ferris' chest none too lightly, taking a step closer to him. The intense frown was the only thing that gave away how truly pissed off he was, his tone was deadly calm. "Ferris you are not going to speak to anybody, especially not Alphonse. We cannot afford to let the other clans know that one of our figureheads is dead," he instructed, "I know you've been too busy f*cking off doing god knows what to be involved in this, but to the other clans this kind of information is a kingpin. Keep your mouth shut, if you even can do that much."
Ferris had to admit he wasn't expecting such intense protestations, blinking in surprise before taking a step back. With a rare expression like that, Ferris could tell the other vampire was incredibly serious. "You're saying that like I run my mouth all the time," he huffed.
Cináed tilted his head, giving Ferris an accusatory look. "Let's not forget you almost sent the lot of us into a panic because you dropped in on an important conversation and thought it was a good idea to say that the humans had built world-ending weapons and we were all about to be a sh*tesmear."
Ferris waved a hand dismissively, tsking. "What, did you expect me to find out about atomic weapons and not tell anyone about it? Please. Besides that all sort of worked out, didn't it?"
> Cináed will remember that.
Cináed didn't look to keen on laughing, starting the other vampire down until Ferris sucked in a sigh, shrugging a bit. Naturally this wasn't over- Ferris would find his ways to deal with this problem, whether he had Cináed's blessing or not.
"You and I both know that you're not a fool. Please, don't prove me wrong," the other vampire muttered before stepping onto the docked boat, Ferris following behind without another word
The ride back to the mainland was painfully quiet, neither of the brothers willing to spare each other another second. Cináed clearly had business to attend to that he had no desire for Ferris to be involved in, and Ferris was unwillingly to give his brother the satisfaction of knowing that Ferris was painfully desperate for more information about the current clan affairs.
It had gotten late by the time the boat arrived, Ferris breathing in the salty air as he stepped off onto solid ground once more. For a moment it seemed as if the two would part ways without a goodbye, but it was Ferris who stopped and turned to his brother. He chose his words carefully this time, in the way that he usually liked. "You can't keep this from them for long, Cin. They're going to find out."
Cináed pulled on his gloves, not bothering to look up for a long moment before finally meeting Ferris' eyes. "I know, but when they do I will be ready."
"I sure f*ckin hope so."
And just like that, Cináed quietly departed down the road, and Ferris went his own way, searching for a respite from the chilly nighttime winds. It finally felt like he could think with a clear head by himself now, and a quiet, bare thing of a plan was forming in his head. More digging for information was required, under his brother's nose, and he knew he could spare at least some vague questions to his friends.
Ducking into a warm little pub, Ferris slid into an empty seat and fished his phone free from his coat pocket. As if the damned thing had read his mind, he'd already had a few messages.
> Order a drink.
The messages could wait, he really needed something to take the edge off from this incredibly long day. Damn. Not a single clock in this bar. He grabbed some sort of local brew and finally scrolled through the messages of the group chat. He hadn't responded in awhile himself, but the timing seemed all too right now with what he saw.
> Ginger Ale: aye > Ginger Ale: who th f*ck changed ma name > Ginger Ale: u think yer funny? > Ginger Ale: im gonny come punch u in tha mouth > Ginger Ale: ail be there n make sure ye bring yer f*ckin fists
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 23, 2017 7:18:04 GMT -5
> Episode 1: The Hunt. Act I. > Yu Xingfu. Dragon. > BERLIN, GERMANY
It had been precisely four years, seven months, and three days since he had taken on the first case. They had been young and innocent and had been guided his way by a friend of a friend of yet another friend. There were two of them left from what once was a small coven of seven made by a group of witches who had never had a family before meeting one another. It had started with the disappearance of the first. He had listened to the story, intrigued. At first they had considered it a prank when their friend had arrived, stating that hunters had violated his house and taken his books and tried but failed to take his familiar. He had disappeared not long after which was followed by another... and then another...
That had been the first story, the first in a collection of individuals he had gotten images of and locked away. Things had only gotten worse from there. At first, it had been a young coven, defenseless and naive. Then, a young colt from a herd of centaurs had wound up dead, skinned and flayed. The hooves had not been spared. He had tried connecting the cases to one individual, but they were far too spread out to be caused by one person or group alone. The more he looked, the more it became apparent that the killings had been done by many individuals all linked to one common organization.
It was something terrible, far worse to the supernatural than anything he had seen before in his years of existence. The purge of the supernatural by hunters happened and it happened often in the past years, but generally it was because their existence had been too loud. Humans told stories of them, tales of beasts plaguing castle walls or forests. Bound to their oath of keeping humans safe and knowledge of the supernatural from the commonfolk, the hunters vanquished entire groups of creatures. They made for stories of grandiose and bloodshed because the last time the commonfolk knew of the existence of the supernatural the Salem Witch Trials had occurred.
But this was worse. It wasn't the prosecution of old and well aged creatures but the hunting of the young. It was something that caused something primal to stir inside of him. He had felt rage before, he had been the cause of many a tidal wave in his younger years. He had been reprimanded over and over again until he had been punished for his reckless youth and forced to reside in the East Sea kingdom as a result when there had been plentiful sacrifices, more than usual. He had resided there for centuries before the magical seal had broken itself when his lesson had been learned and his spirit had been tamed.
He had spent millenniums among the humans and creatures, intrigued in all the discrepancies between them and what made them unique. He had seen countless acts of cruelty. Nothing matched war and this? This was a declaration of war and it terrified him that it would open a floodgate to a response so monumental, existence as they had known would cease to exist. The kingdoms that had once been cherished and lost in time and been replaced with towering skyscrapers and centuries upon centuries of improvement, growth, and toil would come to an end. For both the humans and the supernaturals.
When the blood of these wars made the sea run red, the chaos that followed would be one not even his kind could hope to stop. From his experience, it took a spark to ignite a fire and when war was at its peak, the cruelest of spirits ran rampant. It had been this mindset that had guided him towards Fournier or Fournier towards him. He wasn't sure how it had went any longer. Was it his interest in the vampire's way that had led to their meeting or the vampire's curiosity on his philosophy?
Sighing, he settled into the seat at the coffee shop. Having conversed with Alphonse and finding out from the vampire that the most current lead he had been offered by a nixie who had drifted from her siblings, it was hard to imagine that the ones that had been drained was from the Fournier Clan. The water spirit had been fearful, singing songs of devastation and cruelty, but eventually it had sent him on the right path. He felt tired just knowing how little time had passed and how much had already occurred that unrest was slowly settling into their kind.
Cradling the warm cup of sweetened coffee he had ordered close, he stared into the liquid lost inside the familiar lull of water until the aura of another drew him from his contemplation. Glancing up, he found himself staring at an individual he had never met before. If they were one of the supernatural community, then they were young or very well at flying under the radar. She was a beautiful woman, not ethereal, but enchanting nonetheless. She held herself in a manner unbecoming of a young one looking for his aid, instead she radiated an air of confidence.
Her hazel eyes met his and she smiled and he deduced at once that she was human and a young one at that. In her early forties at most... or at least that was in appearance. There was something malevolent about her presence that unsettled him and reminded him of cruel souls he had met before in his travels. Her voice was light and friendly, but the smile on her face didn't reach her eyes. "Hello there! You must be new around here. I haven't seen you before."
> "I've been here many times before, but I do believe this is the first time I've frequented this cafe." > "Why yes, I'm visiting." > "Is that so?" > "I apologize, but I would rather be without company."
There was a certain lift in her words that almost suggested she was attempting to find a companion for the night that seemed almost contradictory with the aura she gave off. It was just a sensation that left him feeling like she was inherently bad that caused him to frown. It was just his luck if he met a serial killer interested in finding a man to stab in an alleyway or something equally terrible. "Why yes," he said slowly, words gentle and unassuming, "I'm visiting."
She laughed as if he had said something amusing and he did not find himself any more at home with her than he had before. "Well, I'm free this evening and there's something about you that makes me want to get to know you better." She reached out, placing her hand upon his in a manner that was unbecoming of two strangers. Pulling his hand free, his frown deepened.
"I'm uncertain if I would like that kind of company," he said stiffly. Perhaps it was nothing, perhaps he was reading the situation wrong but the words she said had an almost predatory lull to them. As if he had rejected her, something dangerous flitted behind her eyes before she smiled. Whatever he had on the tip of her tongue was never said as the barista called out 'Daniela'. Sparing him one last glance as if to say this isn't over, she pulled away heading to the counter to pick up her drink.
> Stay > Leave
Not liking the company of Daniela and her vague comments, he grabbed his cup of coffee and satchel, clearing off the trash from his table before leaving. He hadn't gotten far before she had caught up to his unhurried pace. Glancing towards his unwanted companion, he continued acting ignorant of her presence before she followed him down an alleyway. Slowing to a stop, he turned around to look at her and could see something furious in her eyes. "You know, you could have taken the easy option and spend a night with me before I deal with you," her tone was hardly amiable, but there was a certain air of elegance to them. She sounded exasperated.
Sighing, he raised his hands up. "I don't have much money on me." He said, hoping that the hundred or so euro he did have on him would do. Her words still bothered him to some degree that someone so young could tell what he was without any training. He had thought personally that he had assimilated well in his years of existence, but it was hard to tell.
She scoffed as if unimpressed by his suggestion, a brief motion suggesting she had a weapon in hand. The chances it was obsidian or meteorite was low and almost immediately he understood. She was a poacher and she thought she had found something supernatural. If he played along accordingly and made a show of the injury, she would leave him alone soon enough. "I know your kind when I see it, Buffy so let's make this easy... You can make this quick or I'll call in my friends."
"I... I don't understand," he managed his best stammer, taking a step back. "I don't want any trouble- look I have about one hundred euro-" He had to give it to her, she was fast. He didn't respond though, allowing her to stab through the palm of his hand with a stake. At the first sight of blood, he widened his eyes staring up at her, wrapping his hands around the weapon. Allowing his jaw to fall slack in false surprise, he looked at her. "Did you just stab me? O, wǒ de tiān na... Are you crazy?!" It seemed that her expression matched his as she immediately wrapped her hands around his to staunch the bleeding.
"It didn't do anything..." She muttered mostly to herself, but he followed it up almost immediately.
"Yeah, it did! It hurts!" He exclaimed as she backed up, hands covered in blood. He hoped she'd run. It would heal when he pulled it out and he couldn't have her seeing that. Instead, she tried to help, shuffling through her bags for something to help, but he shoved her hands away and pulled his hand towards himself. "Leave me alone, god damn din gai." That seemed to do the trick because the consequences of her action seemed to settle in her mind and she slowly backed away from him, leaving him be.
Sighing heavily, he rested against the side of the wall pulling out the stake from his hand and watching as the wound it left slowly closed itself up. Wrapping up his hand in his jacket to avoid the prying eyes of her so-called "back up", he headed back to the small inn he was staying at.
Achievement Unlocked!: First Blood
It seemed like things were only getting worse and worse. It had been awhile since his identity had been questioned and though she had thought he was a vampire, there had been something telling about him to a poacher and the thought left him uneasy. Slowly unwrapping his jacket from his hand, he washed his hand clean of blood and looked at the scar-less tissue. At the very least it told him he was on the right path, but it also told him something terrible.
These individuals had young ones among them. She couldn't have been one of the brotherhood members. There was a lack of experience about her recklessness and her handling of matters that made him certain she was as old as her appearance suggested which could only mean one thing... Her sense of intuition was good. If she was going to be there at the black market sales that he had been informed about, it would be bad.
Looking at the webbing between his fingers, he flexed them lightly reminding himself of the familiarity of the human form that he'd been inhabiting for many years. He had lived more years in this form than she had been alive and yet.. Frowning, he glanced towards his bed before pulling out his laptop and opened up the files of the victims he had compiled over the years. She hadn't seemed bad when she had thought he was human but the way she held herself when there was the slightest chance of him being something different... that had been something of concern.
He found himself wrapped up in his own private conclusions, trying to make sense of the scenario and the sudden increase in poachers and how they were being given training and knowledge about their world, he almost missed the knock on the door. There was only one man who made no sound when he walked and knocked with a soft rap like that... Sighing, he pulled himself to his feet and opened the door to find the vampire smiling at him as if the last time they had spoken was yesterday rather than a decade ago. "Little brother," he greeted warmly even as the man poked his head into his room, curious eyes wandering before he seemed to notice that Xingfu had opened his arms for a hug. Begrudgingly, Alphonse seemed to accept the hug and returned one of his own before pulling back.
"Xingfu, it's been awhile since we last met in person," he laughed, not wasting any time to pull his belongings inside and settling down on Xingfu's bed. Closing his eyes, he accepted the consequences of inviting the vampire over first before anyone else. Perhaps the next day when more of them arrived, they would get a bigger place to stay [at Alphonse's expenses], but for now he understood he was stuck with the vampire. The smile seemed to dim slightly and the man's eyes gleamed dangerously, "So, what have you found out so far?"
The flights would come in later tonight or early tomorrow, the latest one arriving late tomorrow at most. So he took the time to recount the more recent disappearances that had impacted everyone from the city dwellers to the mountain kin. There was news of missing skin walkers from America to griffins that kept to themselves in the mountains. He went over the cases he had been able to track personally and how long it took him to get from one place to another and his suspicions that there were many of them. He almost talked about the events that had procured today, but held his tongue and eventually mentioned nothing about it while the vampire looked over the information he had compiled with a frown.
"This is spanning over a hundred plus incidents of mass slaughter of our kind in less than five years," he finally muttered, a hint of bitterness in his tone. He had heard that tone before. Reaching out to touch the vampire on the shoulder, he watched as the man raised his head sharply, blue eyes meeting with his before softening. There was something dangerous in his tone of voice. "They'll pay for this." When those words came from Alphonse, they were not a threat but a promise.
He paused thoughtfully before nodding, "Only those responsible." His eyes flicked over to the clock he had hanging on the wall. Soon they'd all be here and they would discuss their plans, but he was afraid not soon enough. It seemed to him they were one step behind no matter how hard they tried.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2017 8:50:29 GMT -5
> Episode 1: The Hunt > Kita Ayano. Kitsune. > BIEI, JAPAN.
The little white fox was, for the most part, camouflaged against the early snow. His ears twitched as he bounced through the snow, a little too tall for him to walk through without some struggling. A fluffy winter coat kept him warm, and his nine tails were kept low to the ground. At this time of night, there were very few people to witness the creature make his way to Biei Shrine, tiny paws failing to aid him in his journey. When the red arch finally came into his sight, he paused only for a moment before picking up his pace. It was easier, now, to simply walk towards it - a trail of snowy pawprints left behind him; they would be gone when morning came, as snow continued to fall.
"Still haven't found your soulmate?" the voice didn't surprise him, as he'd already sensed a presence in the area.
Red eyes flicked to meet dark brown ones, and the fox angled his head to the side. The beautiful woman gently crouched next to him, a slender hand passing over his head and touching the soft fur behind his ears. It was cold. Her hair tickled his nose as she reached down to kiss his forehead.
"Why do you stay in that form when you are home?" she asked, almost to herself. Her fingers trailed delicately down his back, but stopped short of his tails - a quiet understanding that she could not touch them. Instead, she continued her path from his head to his lower back, watching his face as if she could find answers. "Are you not happy to be here?"
The fox huffed softly and backed away from her, causing her to move her hand and stand up, hands folded in front of her. The yuki-onna gave a bemused smile; something that looked foreign on her blue lips. He stared at her pointedly until she turned away.
Ayano cleared his throat and she turned around again, and clapped her hands with what he supposed was delight, considering her delicate laugh. He did not understand how mortals were so terrified of her kind.
"A little formal?" she gestured to his montsuki kimono. "There are whispers of you fitting in well with humans, so I thought you would be less formal with a friend."
"Sachiko," his tone was tired. She smiled again at the mention of her name. "I do not come here to come home. It's not my home anymore."
> Sachiko will remember that.
She studied him for a moment, before the smile faded and she dipped her head in apology. Her gaze flicked to the tails that had remained on his human form - there was a sort of fatigue about coming here that made him not wish to pass as entirely human, and she had learned that over time. There had been a time where she had been jealous of his ability to live in the human world though he was not one.
"Did you see Daichi? Is he well?"
> "..." > Tell the truth. > Lie.
Ayano glanced away. He did not know shame, but he did understand when something he said was going to hurt someone - and though he was a liar by nature, he did not wish to lie to her. Sachiko had been nothing but kind to him, even after she'd died because of him; she was, undoubtedly, one of the few people that he had never lied to. He would not start because of news that would harm her. Yes, he wanted to keep her safe and sound; but not if it meant ripping her heart apart because he'd lied. She had other connections who were far more truthful, the kind who told her to stay away from the ancient kitsune, the one who warned her that it was trouble to stay part of his social circle. And yet, here she was.
"Dead." the expression on her face was enough to tear his heart apart. "He was drained of blood."
If she had wailed, he could have dealt with it. If she had screamed at him, attacked him - he would've been fine. Instead, she raised her hands to her mouth and hiccuped a little as tears rolled down her face - only to freeze and fall to the ground as little droplets of ice. "Oh - not my Daichi. Did you find his killer, at the very least?"
"Not yet, but I will," Ayano said firmly. He did not approach her. "He's not going to become one of us. When he chose to become a vampire, he knew what he was giving up. I can do many things, but not that."
Her little nod meant that she understood, and for some reason, that hurt, too.
Sachiko had been a relatively normal human, a little over a hundred years ago. She had been close with her sister, had dreams of becoming something. Instead, Ayano had entered her life with a promise of adventure and excitement, and instead, she'd frozen to death. It had been his fault, his own oversight - he'd forgotten that humans needed warmth, had...ignored any basics of taking care of a human companion. Really, he shouldn't have done it - perhaps it had been fate that had decided she'd had to die. She'd done nothing but loved him even after finding out what he was, and he'd killed her in turn. Without loving her back, at the very least. He'd just been excited to have someone who'd accepted him outside of the supernatural community.
In the tens of thousands of years he'd lived, Ayano had not been a very mature kitsune, even by his own kind's standards. He'd been ancient, yes, but that didn't make him any less childish until Sachiko had died. He'd been hit fairly hard with reality, as someone who very rarely experienced heartbreak. He hadn't known he'd cared until she was dead, and then he'd tugged some strings here and there to bring her back as a yuki-onna.
He was glad that she enjoyed it, but saddened that she was confined to that life. She was not the sort who could turn into a human woman, she was nothing more than a ghost who could...kill people, lure them to their deaths. It had been a shock to find out that she could do it, until he'd learned that it was just her nature. Just as his was to ruin the lives of humans. Fitting, he supposed.
"I understand," her voice, barely a whisper, almost missed him. "Thank you for being honest with me."
> Sachiko will remember your honesty. > Achievement Unlocked: Tears of Ice.
It was in the second that she blinked that he reverted to his previous form, and instead of allowing her to pet him, he bounced away. She needed time alone and he understood that, and so he left.
Ayano did not return to his human form until he reached Tokyo; a feat that would have been amazing had he not used his abilities to get there quickly, but that was a minor thing. When he turned back he was not in his kimono, but instead in his casual clothing. He checked his phone and raised his eyebrows at the messages, replied lazily. It was a surprise when Gale texted him in a private message, more because he knew the werewolf disliked him (just as he disliked it).
> anything? No. > u talked to him right He was dead. > did u talk to thingy?? Yes. She doesn't know anything, I told you beforehand. She doesn't stray from the shrine. > y tho You wouldn't understand. You're just a stupid dog. > t h a n k s Go away. Find some flea shampoo before we meet.
The lack of response told him that the pup didn't take too kindly to being told he had fleas. Ayano shook his head and was preparing to relax when he saw the flash of a lit-up screen from the corner of his eye. His phone buzzed in his pocket and, despite everything, he grinned.
> Tanoobki: one day he'll realise > Foxy: I've realised. > Tanoobki: you're out of food > Foxy: ? ? ? > Tanoobki: i've been here for like four days you're killing me > Foxy: ?!?!?! > Tanoobki: git gud scub > Tanoobki sent a picture to the group chat. > LOML: lul is that u in a trash can > Tanoobki: ya > LOML: im saving it forever
Ayano flicked his gaze up from the screen to glance at Saiph, before shaking his head. These children.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Dec 2, 2017 7:57:40 GMT -5
bumpity bump
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Post by ✽Boop✽ on Dec 2, 2017 14:22:20 GMT -5
So, I know it's probably not my place to tell you this and you probably don't want my opinion but...the reason this roleplay isn't gaining traction is most likely because it's extremely complicated and asking too much from potential rpers. I feel like 99.9999% of forum users aren't this advanced, or willing to write this much for every post. I don't want to be rude, but what you're asking for is essay-length posts, and most people have a difficult time doing that even for college courses, let alone forum roleplays!
I'm just telling you this because it appears you put a lot of effort into this roleplay, and it'd be a shame for it to go to waste simply because it's too much to swallow. It could be very interesting!
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Dec 3, 2017 4:29:27 GMT -5
I understand you're coming from, but I've ran advanced rps here before. I guess the crowd is dwindling out. I don't like roleplays that have lacking replies and have already lowered my general bar of 1k words to 700 words which isn't hard at all for more prolific writers. My starters are both 2k+ in length and they're filled with content and lore to further the rp. It will be fine, but thank you for the concern.
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