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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Oct 27, 2017 19:34:58 GMT -5
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Don't Follow the Light is a episodic interactive drama set in a modern universe in which supernatural creatures exist. Play as one of The Ancients, a member of a supernatural criminal organization, setting out to protect the world of the supernatural from those of the humans. After the death of many innocent supernatural creatures, violent times are abroad as these myths and legends come to light once again.
Key Features:
- Play as one of The Ancients
- This is a fully tailored game experience - each and every choice you make has a profound and lasting consequence. All actions and choices will affect how your story plays out across the entire series.
- Explore the world of Don't Follow the Light like never before seen. Discover a world of supernatural creatures, learn the secrets of The Ancients, find out the roots of the Imperial Brotherhood.
- You'll be forced to make decisions that are not only difficult, but might require an almost immediate choice.
- Features meaningful decision-making, investigation, problem solving in a world of constant strife.
Credits WRITTEN, DIRECTED, AND DESIGNED BY Xiahou Dun Revali
COPYRIGHT NOTICE Don't Follow the Light © 2017 Xandia, Inc. All rights reserved. Telltale and the Telltale Game logo are trademarks of Telltale, Inc. All rights reserved.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Oct 27, 2017 19:37:41 GMT -5
Don't Follow the Light
The Telltale Series
This roleplay series adapts to the choices you make. The story is tailored by how you play.
Some are older than time itself. Some old enough to recall the creation of humans.In this universe, the supernatural exist. Only, most humans do not know of their existence.A fine line keeps the world of the supernatural divided from that of humans.An ancient organization of supernatural hunters keep this balance in order by maintaining harmonyin the supernatural world. But in the last few centuries, poachers have been exterminating the youngercreatures for valuable parts.This behavior will no longer be condoned.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Oct 27, 2017 19:39:05 GMT -5
Episodes
Supernatural poachers have become more and more common in the recent times. Some beings risk extinction, many have gone into hiding. Some have lashed out as a result and have been put down. The Ancients, an criminal organization composed of supernatural creatures, have come out of the shadows. Executioners of those who target the supernatural, the Ancients are looking into the roots of these poachers to stop them once and for all. And when the bodies start turning up, it won't be the supernatural any longer. Who is the mastermind behind this black market crusade? Which hunters are the ones involved in this blatant disrespect of the laws set in place to protect man and supernatural?
EPISODE 2 - DANGEROUS GAME
As the bodies start to turn up, human discomfort increase. Having never been caught before despite their unwarranted attacks on humans, the Ancients are once again a target of interest. Will their actions cause inquiry into the existence of the supernatural? Will they manage to cover their tracks as they've always done before? With humans growing wary, a fine divide is being tested.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Oct 27, 2017 19:47:27 GMT -5
The Ancients
The Ancients There are only legends of them. As their organization name suggests, these creatures are ancient. Unlike the usual werewolf packs, vampire clans, witches covens, and the like, the ancients are composed of many different supernatural beings that work together as a whole comprehensive unit. They are equalizers, and in many senses, criminals. They kill those who trespass into their world. From hunters that kill their kind for the thrill to the poachers that have murdered their young. They are stories, soft spoken words to the wise about the dangers of intruding the world of the supernatural.
Entrance into their ranks is near impossible. They are ancient creatures, experienced with the way of man and among the most powerful of their kind. Though most of the actions they have taken until now have been more discreet, with the rising numbers of deaths in the supernatural they have returned once again. The Dragon Within the Ancients, there resides a truly ancient creature. The oriental dragon, one of few beings that possess the ability to shift the tide of the seas and control weather. Revered as deities and Gods in Chinese culture, they are capable of utilizing two forms. Their dragon form and their human form. They are immensely powerful, with abilities to hide in or become fire or water, become invisible, glow in the dark, or disguise themselves as silkworms. They generally do not mettle with human affairs and are not inherently violent beings. They can generally be reasoned with or told on, so they can return to where they belong. They can be only killed with either a meteorite or obsidian through the heart, though injuries inflicted by those could prove to be disastrous if it doesn't kill them and cause them to become upset. > Yu Xingfu
The Kitsune Various folktales in Japan float around about these beasts, and it's fairly accurate. Kitsune are supernatural Japanese foxes. They're born with one tail and, for the first one hundred years of its life, it remains in that one-tailed fox form. Once it hits its hundredth year, a Kitsune can start transforming into a human - and as time goes on, it can unlock the full extent of its powers. Their tails depend on how old, wise, and powerful they are; nine being the maximum. A nine-tailed Kitsune's fur will turn white or gold, rather than the traditional red. They are extremely intelligent, immortal, and have various magical powers; they're often referred to as fox spirits, though they are not ghosts. Unfortunately, Kitsune have trouble hiding their tails while in human form - get one drunk or surprise one, and it may be spooked back into its original form. They're able to create realistic illusions, and they enjoy tricking people; it's one of the things they're best at. From time to time, they may possess a human, and it's only through the fox's own will or an exorcism that they can be removed. A Kitsune can be killed by cutting of all of its tails, which is a rather hefty task to take on. > Kita Ayano
The Vampires
Among supernatural creatures, they are one of the most popularized in modern media despite shoddy depictions of their kind. These beings possess super speed, super strength, and super stamina. They are immortal, can walk in the sunlight with no repercussions, and they must drink blood to survive otherwise their abilities weaken. Vampires who feed on animals are weaker than those who feed on humans. They can briefly shapeshift into wolves, bats, or snakes or even an shapeless mist. They can only be killed with a stake through the heart. Any injury caused by a stake will leave a scar. They heal from wounds caused by any other material at an accelerated rate and might cause them some discomfort at most. They are not impacted by holy water and crosses. They are also indifferent of werewolves. > Alphonse Fournier, Ferris Blackwood
The Werewolves
Also known as just 'wolves', they're popular in media and do not have any anger towards vampires - if anything, they're indifferent. These creatures possess enhanced hearing and enhanced scenting even while in human-form, and they're faster, stronger, and have higher stamina than the average human. They're immortal and have the ability to heal quicker than a human would, and they can shift into a wolf at will. However, a full moon will force the werewolf to shift into its wolf form, and it lasts until sunrise. Young wolves will lose control and hold a thirst for a hunt - human or animal - on a full moon, whereas trained wolves will be able to control themselves and their bloodthirst. They are quadruped, and appear as various kinds of wolves - their sizing can heavily depend, but they're usually larger than a normal wolf. Though fairly resistant to injuries, silver weaponry; bullets, knives, etcetera, will harm them and will always leave a scar, no matter how minor the wound. Silver makes them uncomfortable and blocks their senses, too. Wolves tend to have a strong pack mentality, and thus they're prone to being territorial and violent to each-other and those who stray into their territory. > Gale Amari, Quinn O'Sullivan
The Witches Not at all like the green, warty women, witches are actually...human in appearance. They can be any gender, not just female, and they rely heavily on magic. They can create potions to heal, to harm, to enhance their abilities and others' (if they so desire) as well as various other potions depending on skill, and they can quick-cast some minor spells for various things; binding people/things, and so on. They don't know any killing spell, but they have a decent variety. Many witches also dip into demon-summoning; with drawn runes and an ancient demonic tongue, they can summon imps (of the elemental kind) to do their bidding, though it's temporary and they must physically banish the demon. It takes up some of their energy, but is often worth it. Though the oldest witch's age is not recorded, they age very slowly rather than being immortal; their physical body will, as time goes on, age and grow. Some witches reach up to four thousand, but most seem to have a cap of one thousand or so, since their magic gets expended over time. If a witch is restrained from their magic, then they will be nothing more than a human; their age may catch up to them and thus they often crumble into dust. They can also be killed by various means - anything that can kill a human, unless they've injested a potion of defense as a temporary measure. Witches always have a familiar - the animal is dependent on what the witch likes, though they seem adverse to canine, for some reason. > Saiph [Farah Savatier], Xavier Machis
The Sirens Sirens are creatures of immense power. They are known for their ability to control the minds of humans and weak willed hunters for short periods of time with the lull of their voices and music. They can exist outside of water without any repercussions, but near bodies of waters their abilities seem to become stronger and may show some pull on stronger will hunters and even weak supernatural creatures. They take on human forms outside of water and contrary to popular belief are not all female and can be any gender. Once immersed in water, they take upon their original form. They are immortal creatures, only capable of being injured and killed by fire and only when they are far from a body of water. They are not extremely strong or fast, but if they escape to a body of water, chances of killing them are slim. > Character Name, Character Name
The Shapeshifters Shapeshifters are beings that have the ability to completely change the physical form and shape they possess. These beings are able to turn into any animal in existence and can shift the details of their forms such as differing pelt colors, eye colors, and size shifting as long as it's physically possible. These beings all have a certain form they are originally, and the ones among the ancients are human formed shapeshifters. This means, after shapeshifting, they're form locked to their original form as a human. Depending on how long they shifted previously, they can't shift for a cool down after that, causing them to have to be careful about how they utilize their abilities. In addition, there's rumors about how shapeshifters do not know their true origin form. They are not immortal, but instead age at a very slow rate and some can live up to be two thousand years old. Since they shapeshift, these signs of age does not show. They are essentially human and can die through any means, from old age to injury to illness. As they age, their abilities also seem to weaken. Old shifters have shown trouble shifting and having less power in general. They are capable of calling upon either the strength, speed, agility, or stamina of a creature they can shift into in their human forms though as a means to protect their more vulnerable form. > Character Name, Character Name
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Oct 27, 2017 19:56:46 GMT -5
Hunters
For nearly as long as supernatural creatures have existed, so have the Imperial Brotherhood. Deemed the champions of humanity, the protector of the weak, and many other titles, they are the watch dogs of a fine divide. Blessed by a pact of blood for life, they are granted immortality, super strength, super speed, high durability, high stamina, and quick regeneration from grievous wounds. They are unkillable under the pact. They are hunters and devote themselves to the path of keeping humanity safe The only way to destroy their pact is to turn them into a supernatural creature, whether it be a vampire, werewolf, or something else. Once they have turned, their pact will have been removed, they will become susceptible to death through the means of said creature.
They are generally not despised by the supernatural communities because they keep the violent ones in line. They are the ones that sort out pack conflicts that get out of hand, the ones that keep track of boundaries and supernatural societies. They make sure the world of the supernatural stay safe and unknown as a means to keep the human world safe. They harvest the parts of dead supernatural creatures if they are not claimed from time to time to fund for their organization. They also make certain deaths caused by supernatural means are covered up, they pursue the ones responsible for it, and take care of them. They only kill creatures that cause too much trouble.
The Poachers
Poachers are usually members from the Imperial Brotherhood gone bad - though there are a few who entered through the human world. These people will actively seek out supernatural creatures - innocent ones - and they'll kill or capture them to sell in the Black Market. The prices are sky-high for parts of these creatures, and even higher for living specimens; for rich people who want an exotic pet or just some trophies, it's heaven. For the Poachers, it's where they get rich. They sell vampire fangs and blood, werewolf hides and claws, siren scales, shapeshifter body parts; name it, and it's probably there. Even witch-familiars get caught up in it, sold on as talking pets. They're well-hidden and a constant lingering threat - these people will travel anywhere in the world to meet the rising demands for supernatural beings, be it their body parts and hides or their family members. There are even various fighting rings around the world where they pit creatures against each-other; long ago, they stole the runes from a family of witches to learn how to control these supernatural creatures in a contained environment. They are cruel and unusual, and they don't care who they hurt - children, parents, spouses. They think that the supernatural kind don't deserve to live.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Oct 27, 2017 19:57:06 GMT -5
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Oct 27, 2017 20:01:06 GMT -5
Don't Follow the Light is an advanced roleplay. If you are interested in joining, please pm revali and I an rp sample. I must impress upon you that the roleplay posts in this will be highly stylized to mimic a video game-esque style of roleplaying and storytelling. If you are unable to write an average of 700+ words per a post, please do not inquire me to lower the bar. In addition, if you are unwilling to format your posts, please do not inquire me to join.
Thank you for taking interest in Don't Follow the Light!
All forums rules apply. Be sensible, be responsible, be mature.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2017 23:24:05 GMT -5
join us, we're not very scary even when it's halloween.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Oct 28, 2017 21:08:59 GMT -5
Tbqh, we won't hurt u. promise.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2017 7:55:06 GMT -5
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Oct 31, 2017 19:16:07 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2017 5:49:22 GMT -5
please join we're not that scary lul
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 2, 2017 3:49:30 GMT -5
> Episode 1: The Hunt. Act I. > Alphonse Fournier. Vampire. > SHANGHAI, CHINA
"Alphonse!" Glancing up, he saw the ever so familiar Matteo Colombo of the Colombo Clan. Narrowing his eyes, as he assessed the other man, he took his time to answer. The meetings weren't something he was especially excited for, but considering he was the founder of the Fournier Clan, one of the largest and most influential families of vampires, it was a necessity as much as he came to despise them. Offering the other man a smile, he took a sip of wine before placing it down gently on the table.
"Matteo, a pleasure to see you," he answered smoothly, watching as the Italian shove himself between the two representatives of the Kusuma Clan. Offering the duo an apologetic smile for his unwanted companion, the younger of the two Indonesian vampires wrinkled his nose in distaste while his older sister raised her hand up in understanding as they gave Matteo space.
The Italian was more eager than he could remember him being in the previous centuries, but then again, given the current state of affairs there was plenty of gossip and reason for the clans to be more united than ever. The Colombos had been insistent about aligning with the Fourniers. "Have you heard the most recent news?" The younger vampire was bubbling with energy to the point where, despite the fact that he did not need rest, he felt tired from just watching Matteo. It was clear there was something that had just occurred while he had been speaking to the Americans. Before he had a chance to answer, Matteo continued. "They found more bodies, I've been told. No clan has claimed them yet, but," there was a devious twinkle in the man's brown eyes that didn't look right, "I'm hoping when they've been identified there'll finally be justification for us to exterminate those pesky humans."
Matteo finished his statement with a fanged smile. Frowning slightly, he contemplated his answer carefully, swirling his glass of wine. There were many options here, but there was definitely something that Matteo knew that he didn't. Appearing out of the loop would only build a bad reputation for his family, saying something ignorant would be even worse...
> "Have they now?" > "..." > "I see..." > "Ah yes, this is getting quite out of hand."
"I see," he drawled slowly, glancing past Matteo to see much to his relief Clement heading his direction. "As much as I'd like to stay and continue our conversation, I think I am required elsewhere." He answered, not allowing Matteo the opportunity to keep him grounded in the current conversation. Barely dodging a bullet and playing the subject matter off as something he was uninterested in, he got to his feet in one quick motion heading over to Clement who seemed equally eager to see him. Except Clement's face told a different story. Furrowing his brows, he stopped just shy of a foot away from his longest standing friend.
Tipping his head to a side, he waited for Clement to speak as he usually did but there was a firm line of discomfort in the other man's features. "Is something the matter?" He finally inquired, watching as Clement's eyes flitted around the room, analyzing the inhabitants.
"Let's speak in private," he finally said, words slow and meaningful, tone soft. It was obviously not going to do much for them if anyone was listening in, but the message was clear and simple. It was something important and best not known. Nodding, he glanced for the nearest exit. The actual meeting, generally hosted by one of the ancient clans - this one was by the Zhang Clan - was to take place in half an hour. It had to be quick or his absence would be noted.
> Assessing Routes: (3) Three Found. > Head left down corridor. > Time remaining: 29m 13s.... 29m 12s...
> "So?" > "..." > "We don't have much time, Clement. Talk quickly." > "Is there a problem?"
Turning around now that they had exited the dining hall, he fixed his companion with a look of worry. Though there were many things going through his head, whatever it was, it had to be important otherwise Clement knew better. Generally, during this time, he would have spent it digging for information among the other Clans to see what was going on, but Clement's features only tightened at his scrutiny. Sighing, he prompted his friend gently, "Is there a problem?" Lifting his brow, he tilted his head to a side, giving the man ground to speak.
At his question, Clement seemed to straighten up, elbow colliding gently with an oriental vase in a way that caused both of them to panic slightly in a quick effort to stabilize the vase. "There's been another attack," Clement said, words heavy as his gaze flitted away in an obvious attempt to avoid eye contact. "The other Clans have heard of it and they know it was on our Clan this time. But the ones that were attacked... They were our new ones, the ones on the application list accepted five days ago by the Brotherhood. The bodies were found drained of blood."
"Those are fighting words, Clement," he said, tone gentle even as he digested the words. The attack had been on his Clan this time. There was speculation by the other families that his Clan had sold out to the hunters solely because they worked more closely with them. Now that his clan was the target of an attack, he supposed that it would explain Matteo's eagerness. They wanted a reaction, they wanted him to endorse their war cries. This was exactly that opportunity for them, but taking such a bold action was completely out of the question. It bothered him, though, that they had targeted the young ones. The ones who had yet to even join the ranks of his family, much less cause trouble. "I'll handle this," he added, watching as Clement fix him with a dubious frown before nodding in acceptance. "Thank you."
"Al, seven of them died. Even if you don't agree with the Colombos, you will do something, yeah?" There was an apparent anger underlying the words Clement said and he could understand exactly why. Their family followed the rules established by the Imperial Brotherhood. For millenniums, there was violence. Hunters were merciless to the supernatural, there were no laws in place to protect humans from the supernatural and vice versa. In the more recent two thousand or so years, there was a change in that relationship. It was one that the ancient beings took more caution to, but he had been one of the first among the vampire clans to endorse it.
Absently, he nodded. Clement knew of the Ancients. It had been quite awhile since he'd contact Xingfu, but it was never too late. "Of course," he said softly, seeing Clement relax. "But not here and certainly not with the methods the Colombo Clan has in mind." Finding the words agreeable, Clement accepted his proposition and followed him back through the oriental halls of the Zhang mansion. Slipping back to the table of the representatives, he watched idly as Clement faded into the crowd. Smiling faintly, he felt Seraphin's fingers rest lightly against his arm as a quiet reminder that she was right next to him. Turning to glance at her, he could tell from the look in her eyes she had been told already about what had occurred. All the better.
Zhang Xiang stood up from the host table, raising his arms at the polite clapping in order to silence the room. He was a devious one. He never participated in the heated debates, instead he served as a catalyst for trouble always edging clans to take sides and fall out of favor therefore boosting his clan's own integrity and influence. Narrowing his eyes, he frowned thoughtfully as Xiang gave the gathered audience a wide smile. "I am glad to see you all here, brothers and sisters," the words were spoken with a warmth that didn't extend past the surface.
He saw it then. A meaningful flick, the briefest glimpse of dark brown eyes as Xiang looked his way. He didn't like where this was going. "As you all know, rarely do we have the opportunity to gather, and on this occasion it is due to something terrible. Just in the last century, despite abiding by their rules, over a thousand of our kind have been slaughtered and drained of blood like animals." The vicious tone that Xiang assumed was rallying the crowd. He could see Matteo's fist clench around his glass of wine, he could feel the palpable tension in the room, and he could hear the noises of discontent. "Some of us believed that trusting the Brotherhood would protect us," he could feel the weight of the stares slowly being fixed upon him even as Xiang turned to look at him, "but it clearly doesn't seem that way anymore."
"There has been a recent attack my sources have informed me," he knew exactly where this was going. "I'm sorry little brother, seven of yours died today. I think it's time we acknowledge the problem." The Zhang Clan did not despise humans or the Imperial Brotherhood the way that the Colombos did, but they were creatures that thrived in the chaos. They didn't like the feeding laws and the restrictions, they thought that vampires didn't need to be concerned about the safety of humans. He agreed, to some extent, but the laws that were put in placed didn't just protect humans. They protected young vampires, they allowed Clans to be established and grow without fear of becoming disconnected over the years. They gave the supernatural creatures a common enemy so there was no need for them to be bothered by the other creatures. Most importantly, the hunters weren't easy to kill and the more ancient of their kind stood a chance but the younger ones were vulnerable.
Next to Matteo, his mother, Contessa straightened up, sweeping her dark brown hair aside to reveal her vicious amber eyes. Her facial features were relaxed, but her posture was tense as she spoke out, voice carrying. "I agree. We've hid in the shadows for so long and for what reason? So that the humans can stay safe? We are by far more superior, it would not take much to exterminate their kind." There was a soft chorus of agreement and he narrowed his eyes, taking a sip of his glass of wine to conceal his frown.
"I say you've forgotten about the hunters," a soft voice said, gathering the attention of the room as the Gagnon representative, Liam, spoke. They were a gentle soul, younger than most of the representatives from the inner circle. They were more attuned with humanity, a more vocal representative of living in harmony. They were someone that generally aligned with the Fournier Clan. They were not part of the ancient clans, but they were gaining in numbers where they were lacking in longevity. Their steel blue eyes lifted, searching him for some support and he knew that fine divides were being drawn right now.
His silence would not be taken kindly.
> Align with Contessa. > Align with Liam. > ....?
> Re-calibrating choices... > Remain neutral.
Tapping the rim of his glass lightly, he smiled faintly as Liam's heavy gaze rested upon him. There were five ancient clans that held the most weight in these meetings. The first was the Zhang Clan, skilled at the art of igniting drama without becoming involved. The second was his family, the Fournier Clan. The third and fourth, the Gwinyai and Seif Clans respectively, both generally waited to see where his Clan or the Zhang Clan aligned themselves with. The last of the ancient clans, the Nizam Clan, despised humanity generally the family that the Colombo Clan attempted to align themselves with. But overall, the representatives tried to remain neutral on the floor to avoid conflict.
"I think it's far too early to draw conclusions," he finally said, watching as Liam's features changed into confusion. Contessa herself looked peeved as Xiang's cool gaze leveled with him. The look in his eyes were telling. What are you doing? "The cause of death has yet to be determined, I would rather not make any accusations."
"Their bodies were-"
"Who told you that?" He turned upon Contessa, words gentle despite the harsh edge underlying them. "I would imagine that if an attack occurred upon my Clan, I would be the first to know. The cause of their death has yet to be determined and once it is, I will figure out who was responsible for it. As for now, inaction is the best course of action."
Slowly, he looked through the representatives for any sign of disagreement before returning his attention to Xiang. The older vampire looked mildly impressed if not annoyed. "Then I trust you'll return to us with information about these attacks, little brother," Xiang said slowly, placing the weight of responsibility upon him. Of course he would. That was the safe course of action. It was a dangerous gamble taking upon the mantle of responsibility, but if he wanted to avoid war... He smiled.
"Of course."
> The Clans will remember that.
The night passed with less tense matters being discussed between the clans. It was, all in all, not a complete and utter lost and he knew that once it was over he would have to contact Basile regarding the task that he taken upon himself. It was something he feared that extended past his own clan and if he wanted to handle matters quietly and quickly, it was best with the aid of the hunter. There was tension, of course. The Gagnon representatives seemed disappointed in his response and he had no doubts the Colombo Clan thought of him as cowardly, but given they had no grounds of standing against him, they accepted his words until they could prove it wrong.
That meant he had to sweep the cause of deaths under the rug and keep that information inside the clan. Otherwise, his loyalties would be questioned and it would not be the first time. If they succeeded, he feared that the clan would lose jurisdiction on the inner circle. Seraphin's company was welcomed during the later socialization phase of the meeting as clan representatives began to leave. It was overall a little more than he had signed up for, but nothing he couldn't handle.
Eventually, they made their way to his car. Her expression was inquisitive, curious about his decisions, but certainly not questioning his actions. Her green eyes searched his face for some explanation before she spoke. "You made a bold claim," it wasn't exactly disapproving, but there was something about it that told him she was not impressed. She laughed softly, hand raising to cup the side of his face, manicured nails gently scraping against his stubble. "Oh what will I do with you? Why did you do that?" She was gentle in her mannerisms, humor lacing her tone of voice as she tipped her head to a side. "It's dangerous." She was worried.
Offering her a half hearted smile, he leaned into her touch instead of leaving the driveway. "I think I could have done worse," he teased, closing his eyes as she ran her thumb over his forehead. Though she said nothing, the gentle press of her lips against his was enough. She knew him better than he knew himself. That was a fact that had proven itself true time and time again through the millenniums they had spent together.
"You're going to do something terribly stupid," she whispered, resting her forehead against his. "Be careful."
He stayed like that for a few minutes, inhaling the fragrance of her perfume, the tenderness of her touch engraved into the back of his mind. When he pulled away, she didn't seem surprised as she settled back into her seat. He didn't say anything, so she filled the silence. "You can drop me off at the hotel. I'll make it home by myself just fine." Glancing at her to see if she was upset, he saw nothing telling in her posture. She seemed quite content, he decided, as she rested her head against the side of the car and stared out the window. The times they shared like this were not rare, but it never felt like enough.
"Are you sure?" He said, raising a brow as he glanced back to the road.
"I'll be fine," she said, huffing in annoyance and he smiled.
The rest of the ride was spent without another word between the two of them. Instead, Seraphin played one of her CDs and he suffered through the entire album of 25 for what felt like the thousandth time. Ever since its release two years ago, his wife had adored it. It wasn't that the music was obnoxious, it was just he had heard enough of it. Overexposure, he felt, caused the album to lose much of its charm, though he never voiced that complaint to Seraphin. It didn't take long to drop her off at the hotel and clear out his belongings. With a parting kiss, he headed down the elegant hallway of the hotel, eyes briefly flitting over paintings they had on display.
Pulling out his cellphone, he flicked through his contacts before Basile's number popped up. Deciding to be mindful of the hunter's human needs, he sent the man a text as he waited in the elevator.
> Are you awake? Yeah. What do you need? It's like 3 am. <
3 am? Frowning, he checked his watch which he had adjusted to account for the time zone. It was 5:30 am at the current time and the night sky was slowly giving way to the greying clouds and first rays of light. Considering that the time zone wasn't that big, he supposed the flight to where Basile was wouldn't take long. Tapping the screen of his smart phone a few times, he finally decided to answer now that he was out by his car. The baggage could wait for a moment.
> Where are you? Seriously?!?!!!! You disappear for five years and now you make a social call? < You know what. < F*** < You < > This isn't a social call. That makes it soooo much better < Chennai, India < This better be worth my time < > Hotel address? attachment: open in google maps? < > See you soon.
Dumping the rest of his belongings into the trunk, he looked towards booking an immediate plane ticket to Chennai. The flight time was about five and a half hours on a plane. That wasn't too bad. Hopefully Basile would be rested by then and less... well, pissed. He wasn't exactly sure what was up, but the strongly worded messages seemed a little pretentious if he was to be honest. Still, the fragility of humans was strange... Though to be fair, Basile wasn't a human anymore. Technically, given his status in the brotherhood, he was as much of an immortal as Alphonse was.
Settling down on the overpriced plane - the tickets were definitely not on sale - he flicked through the available movies on the plane ride. There was little for him to do and sleep wasn't something he necessarily needed nor wanted to indulge in. After watching two entire movies throughout the plane ride, he found himself content with listening in on his neighbor's music through their earbuds, leaning his head back and staring up at the top of the plane. He still had to call Xingfu and see how the other immortal was doing. How short of a notice could he call the other ancients together again? That was another important question. They all had matters to tend to. But, from the attacks on the vampires, he highly doubted this was occurring to just one species.
Eventually, the plane landed and he found himself on the busy streets of Chennai. Hailing down a taxi, he smiled at the driver who attempted to communicated with him in English before he responded in Tamil. That seemed to relax the driver as he asked to be taken to Basile's hotel. The drive was short and he thanked the man, tipping him generously before getting off with his luggage in tow. Pulling out his phone, he decided it wasn't too late for a phone call. It was already 11 am and whatever the problem was that Basile had, he could deal with it in person. Listening to the dial tone ring for awhile, he finally heard the click and a heavy sigh. "So?"
"I think it would best if we talk in person," he said, glancing up the tall building and wondering which floor the hunter was residing on. There was another heavy sigh on the other side of the phone and he could hear another man ask Basile if something was wrong. There was some shuffling, no doubt the hunter getting to his feet even as the man said everything was fine.
"Let me guess," he could hear the exhaustion in the hunter's voice. "You're in front of my hotel?" He saw movement from one of the upper floors as a curtain was drawn to a side. "Great," the hunter sighed before he could even answer. "I'll be right down." Basile hung up the phone after that and after fifteen or so minutes, he exited the building looking worse for wear but still the same Basile Durand he had remembered. Offering the man a wide grin, he tugged his luggage along as he came to stand in front of the other man.
"It's been awhile," he greeted, cheery as he smiled at the other. "You look tired, my friend."
Basile didn't respond immediately, instead diverting his attention to hail a cab. "And you look the same, you vampiric f*ck." He answered before fixing Alphonse with a meaningful stare. "What do you want anyways?"
"I don't think I would speak about such sensitive subjects in public," he finally said, words more serious than before and something in Basile's demeanor changed. He was interested now. Smiling slightly, he slipped into the cab beside his companion and as Basile directed the driver to a local landmark, the Sri Parthasarathy Temple, he wondered exactly what kind of privacy the hunter expected to get at the famous temple, but said nothing.
When they were dropped off, Basile waved a hand over his shoulder telling him to follow. Rolling his eyes, Alphonse headed after the hunter without a second thought. There were few members of the Imperial Brotherhood he trusted completely. One was Basile Durand. The others were Lucien Baumé, Luo Jing, and Hugo Aalfs. Entering a rather secluded area, some distance away from the temple where the majority of people were gathered, the hunter stopped and turned around to look at him thoughtfully. Basile crossed his arms, clearly guarded to whatever he had to say. "Good enough?"
Amused, he shrugged, settling opposite of the hunter. "There's unrest among the clans," he said, watching as Basile's posture became slightly more tense and even more guarded than it was already. "Some want war and blood. I want answers."
Basile's expression darken, as he grimaced. "Yeah? Just answers? Because knowing you, you always want more because there's never enough." That sounded personal. It clicked, suddenly, exactly where the aggression in Basile's texts were coming from. He couldn't believe it. Absolutely ridiculous. He couldn't help himself, as he chuckled softly before offering the hunter a wide grin.
"You missed me," he said, watching as the man's eyes widened behind his sunglasses. "You know, you could have just asked if you wanted a... what did you call it again ..? Social call? There's no need to bring my bedroom manners into this." He could see the tip of the hunter's ears go red and seeing as the man was only pretending to be cold, he closed some of the distance between them. Gently curling his fingers around Basile's chin, he lifted the hunter's face to look him in the eyes. "You know I can make time for you, dear," he hummed softly as the hunter breathed in sharply, blushing slightly before glaring at him.
> Basile will remember that.
"Alright, first of all, I did not miss you. You just can't disappear like that. And second of all, what do you need Fournier?"
Now that Basile was demanding the answers from him, he frowned slightly. He had thought the hunter had come to have second thoughts about their relationship or had been simply annoyed at his lack of sleep, but now that the truth had come to light he found it endearing. It was more difficult to demand answers, but he knew he could trust Basile to be honest with him. He wondered if he could test that relationship further and see if the hunter would find out information for him. Lucien would, Basile... maybe. "We know your kind gather the remains of our kind from time to time when the bodies go unclaimed. It sells well."
"But there's a market now for those kinds of things because of that. There's a demand for it and my kind is ancient. We understand the structure of supply and demand. We know that what is marketable is where the crowd will flock." His words were gentle and soft, but the message was not lost to Basile who seemed to stiffen up for an entirely different reason than before. "The Brotherhood accepted the application of seven new vampires five days ago. Now they're dead with their bodies drained of blood. This isn't a coincidence."
The hunter seemed to become uncomfortable at his words, unconsciously shifting away from him. "You know what you're suggesting is... it's wrong. We had a pact to hunt and kill your kind but only to protect humans. We only gathered the remains when they're unclaimed." It didn't sound like he didn't believe the point he was making, Basile sounded proud and angry at the suggestion if not a bit disgusted by it. "We don't kill your kind to profit. We do it to maintain the safety of humans." The words were aggressive and tense. Frowning thoughtfully, he eyed Basile to see if the other man was lying to him. He didn't think so.
"Maybe not you, but certainly someone. Those files are protected by the Brotherhood. Either you look into this or I do."
> Basile will remember that.
Whatever they had going for them earlier seemed to fade now as Basile bristle at the words. The hunter seemed upset as he backed away from Alphonse. "Fine," the man grounded out, glaring at him. "I'll look into this, but I won't find anything because the Brotherhood would never do something like this. Is that it?"
"This doesn't have to be personal," he said softly. Basile's expression only darkened.
"You made this personal."
"You make it your duty to protect humans," he said, words gentle even as the hunter turned away from. "Someone has to protect my kind. If not me, then who?"
"We're not born killers," Basile retorted and Alphonse found himself recoiling slightly from the ferocity in the hunter's words. It stung to some extent exactly what Basile meant with those words but he didn't acknowledge them knowing that anything he said would only make things worse. Basile would look into it, he had no doubts about it, but the grudging relationship between them at this point was going to complicate things. He couldn't trust Basile to work on this alone. He would have to dig into it behind the man's back.
Despite the sting of Basile's words, he made no attempt to get the hunter to apologize. Instead, he watched as the man walked away. Lowering his head, he walked the opposite direction the man went as he moved to pull out his phone. He still had to contact Xingfu. Sighing, he tried to clear his mind of his encounter with Basile. It had ended in bad terms, but he couldn't be too concerned with that if he wanted results. If he was right about it being more than just a problem the vampire clans faced, then the laws the Brotherhood had in place would finally be tested to their limits.
Finding the dragon's number, he called the other. It didn't take long for Xingfu to respond. Considering the man didn't need rest as well, he didn't find it much of a surprise that his call was answered. He just hoped he wasn't intruding on something. Walking down the streets thoughtlessly, he took in the sights. It was run down and less beautiful than he had remembered Ancient India to be. Or at least he thought so. Pulling out a cigarette, he lit it as he clamped his phone between his ear and shoulder.
"It took you awhile to call back," there was amusement in Xingfu's voice that caused him to raise his eyebrow. Took you awhile to call back? What was that supposed to mean? It sounded as if Xingfu had been the first one to reach out and not him.
"Call back?" He questioned. Whatever answer he was hoping for, he got nothing even as he stopped before a small booth selling fruits. Quietly gesturing to the booth owner he wanted a mango, he waited for Xingfu to respond even as he paid the vendor money for the fruit.
> Equip knife.
Cutting into the mango, he heard the dragon sigh on the other side of the phone. "You're worst than I am with technology," Xingfu chastised lightly and he opened his mouth to protest before he realized he honestly had no idea what Xingfu was going on about. "I sent you a message awhile back saying I was onto something that would be of interest. Call me when you weren't busy." Shutting his mouth briefly, he paused before looking through his phone once again. The message stared back at him.
> New > Received February 17th, 2014
Huh. So it would seem Xingfu had a fair point. Tossing a slice of mango into his mouth, he chewed thoughtfully as he regarded the information.
> Texture: Buttery. > Taste: Sweet. > Rating: 11/10.
"I honestly never saw this," he finally said and Xingfu did not seem even peeved by that. Instead, he laughed in amusement. Though whatever amusement the dragon had seemed to die soon after as he heard a quiet sigh.
"Leave it to you to miss something so important," Xingfu said, words not unkind. It sounded like he was exhausted rather than annoyed. "I've had little to do as of late, so I've been looking into some missing creature trails. There's been a large increase in the number of supernatural deaths. I've been following the tracks they've left behind. I'm in Germany, I'm trying to get access into these bids for the parts, but I think the missing creatures are related to these sales."
"You mean the skinned wolves and-"
"Yes." Xingfu said. God, if he had just noticed the message sooner. "The werewolves, vampires, all of them. They're going to be bidding off vampire blood here I've heard. Has there been an attack?"
"Seven of my clan," he said and he could hear the dragon hiss at his words. Clearly they were a step behind, but perhaps if he got to Germany and they got access into the location where they were bidding off these parts, they would be able to find the source of it. "I'll be there soon. Have you told the others?"
"Not yet. It seemed like a small matter when I was helping the younger packs and covens. When I found out the vampires were also being targeted, I supposed you would know something of it because of how close the clans work together. I'll send a message in the group chat and my location as well. Stay safe, little brother." Hearing the words from Xingfu instead of Xiang, they seemed like a term of genuine endearment and he smiled. Saying his own parting words, he ended the call just to see a new notification from Xingfu in the group chat.
> New Message in Cool Old People > Dad1: This is important. Come to [location enclosed]. > Dad1: We need to meet up immediately. Come as soon as possible.
Smiling in amusement, he decided to respond to the chat. Generally, from his understanding, if there was one response then the other responses would come soon after. Typing slowly he could already see the notification that 'Qt' was typing. Smiling in amusement at the names that Quinn had set for everyone, he sent the message just at the same time as the werewolf.
> Dad2: I'll be there. > Qt: HoLY Sh*T! THEY'RE ALIVE! > Qt: Me n b will be there, no biggie
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2017 7:18:59 GMT -5
> Episode 1: The Hunt. > Gale Amari. Werewolf. > ALBURY, AUSTRALIA.
"Look, I ain't saying that you're doing nothing, but that's entirely what it looks like, alright?" the hostile tone in the young werewolf's voice was enough for Gale to glance up from chewing at his nails, an anxious habit that had reappeared in the past decade. He raised an eyebrow slowly and glanced up to the bright sky, scratched his cheek in an absent motion.
"I don't know what you expect from me, Charlotte. I've been looking into the cases, and the scent has gone cold," he shook his head slowly.
"I think my Wendigo theory was plausible."
"Wendigos are only native to North America, and, by the way - it's a cannibal. Wolves aren't humans."
"Look, mate," she pointed a finger at him in an accusing manner, but he barely paid it attention. He could understand it; Charlotte was furious, and his lack of heat about it meant that she assumed he didn't care. "It's either that, or hunters, and you won't accept the hunters theory either. These aren't just wolf murders, they're pup murders. They're innocent!"
Gale considered this for a moment.
> "Just like you're innocent?" > "Fine, it's Wendigos." > "Fine, it's Hunters."
Charlotte was short-tempered and young, barely at her sixtieth year. By all means, she wasn't fit to be an Alpha; but the Albury Pack had hit a rough patch when not only had their pups been killed, but their Alphas and Betas had gone missing. Gale had later found out that they'd blamed themselves for the pup murders and had left to go find them - whatever else had happened likely did not include them living happily ever after. The young woman had all but forced her way into the role with promises of doing her best and continuing to learn. As it was - she'd made more mistakes than even he'd made.
"Just like you're innocent?" he asked, and felt rather than saw her flinch.
> Charlotte will remember that.
"That's not fair."
With a small shrug, he stood up and stretched his arms above his head. Australia seemed to be warm all the time - it was a pleasant change from colder countries, considering he was a desert wolf to begin with. From the corner of his eye, he watched the woman - a near foot taller than him - stand up and watch him cautiously. He'd struck a nerve and yes, he knew it, but he couldn't quite find it in himself to care. There was too much to care about, and hurting another's feelings was not in his book of Things to Care About right now.
"I'm looking into them," he told her, without quite looking at her. "I've been looking into them. For new pups, you either don't take them in and let them risk it, or take them in and keep them at your own house."
"What are you going to do?" she asked cautiously, as if asking too many questions would get her bitten. At this rate, it was certainly going that way; while he admired her spirit, he did not admire how much she doubted him. He squinted at her, before shrugging.
"I have a meeting with the New York City Pack, which, of course, requires me to actually go there."
"What are they going to do?"
"Complain, mostly. Then, they'll put the NYPD on high-alert."
"...alright," this seemed to finally appease her, and with a quick two-fingered salute, Gale left her to stew in her own thoughts. He had a plane to catch, and some sleep would do him some good.
In the next twenty hours, he was impossible to reach - partly because he'd chosen to sleep, partly because he wanted to have time on his own to think about the incidents. They weren't strange; he'd seen things like it over his years. What was strange, however, was the amount of them. Various packs in America had lost up to as many as ten pups. Some packs in Africa had lost five, others in the Middle East had lost three or four, and Gale hadn't even spoken to the European packs as of late - same with most of the Asian packs. Considering it was just his and Quinn's branch of packs that he was even looking at, it was an issue. There were many packs in each region, some regions holding hundreds - most of them controlled the stronger areas, but they couldn't do that if pack numbers were being hit by the attacks.
Charlotte had a point. Only the Imperial Brotherhood had any knowledge of the new pups due to the secrecy of wolves, and as such, it made them the most likely to know who to hit and when. It was just an issue of why - and a matter of not accusing the wrong party.
Stepping off the plane was a relief when he finally reached his destination, and he was quick to find a place away from prying human eyes. Once entirely sure that there was nobody around, Gale shifted into his wolf, and quickly followed the scent markers of the New York pack. They moved often; their base was never in the same place. It annoyed him to no end but hey, whatever kept them safe. It wasn't long until he spotted another wolf, and he slowed his approached considerably, scenting the air. The other wolf seemed to eventually notice him, perking his ears up for a moment and standing taller - but as quickly as he'd tried to assert dominance, he brought himself down and crouched to the ground in a submissive gesture.
Wolves had their own ways of communicating, when in their beast forms. Subtle body language, ear motions, tail motions - it wasn't telepathy (though soulmates could do that, and it was another matter entirely), but rather...truly animal behaviour.
He learned that the New York pack were not in the city, but rather, they were somewhere else within the state. This made Gale half-pin his ears and look away, considering his next plan of action. It wasn't surprising that they would've moved on, but it was annoying that they hadn't alerted him before he'd flown all this way. The other wolf, it seemed, wasn't done; he informed Gale that word had been around that all the packs were tense, and that they kept moving around in a fairly weird pattern, as if trying to throw off an enemy. Without any words of gratitude, Gale turned and padded away lightly to find another place that could give him more information.
> Go to see Han-jae. > Go home.
It was possible that Han-jae would have some information, and so Gale turned his course to the fairly run-down apartment building that the old man lived in. Being a wolf and dealing with doors wasn't something easy to deal with, but, as expected, someone had pushed the dumpster closer to the fire escape, making for an easy jump up to be able to walk up the stairs. It had been a while since he'd actually had to do anything like this - but he succeeded with only a mild scrape to his side, and continued upwards. He counted the floors he passed until he reached the fifth, and waited patiently by the potted plants that sat there; perfectly taken care of, tended to daily. It was aconite - wolf's bane. He found that amusing, and he had no doubt that Han-jae did, too.
Surprisingly, the little old man didn't come to check on his plants for a while - when he did, however, he laughed quietly at the sight of the half-dozing canine by his plants.
"You should have scratched the door, my friend," as he often did when Gale made an appearance, he spoke Korean. It was soothing to hear. "You are far too polite. Now - I know that you only come when trouble is brewing, so come on."
After he watered his plants, Han-jae led Gale back to his little apartment, which was significantly warmed than the fire escape had been. For a moment, Gale paced the little apartment to seek out the changes; the black-and-white pictures of Han-jae's family, the little trinkets here and there, the bookshelf filled with books in various languages. It smelled homely, like somewhere he would've wanted to live; but as it was, he was here for gossip, and he knew he was going to get it. He glanced over his shoulder as he heard the old man settle down in a chair, and he twitched an ear as the television was turned on to some history channel.
"Come on, boy," he patted the arm of his chair patiently, and, after a moment's thought, Gale trotted over and sat down, resting his chin on the arm of the chair and watching the television from the corner of his eye. He felt Han-jae's calloused hand run through his fur, scratching behind his ear and tickling under his chin. It wasn't contact that he'd always appreciated - but he enjoyed it, nowadays. Even if it made him feel less human. He supposed that was the price for information.
The information came a little slower than anticipated, really. For a moment, he thought that perhaps the human had fallen asleep, overcome with the strange old-person urge to sleep (though, as an extraordinarily old person, Gale couldn't say he related).
"Strange things are happening," finally came, causing him to tilt his head to watch the man's face. "I'm sure you know what's happening; you're a clever pup. I don't know, though," a small sigh. "Missing person's reports. Wild animals found dead. They think it might be poachers - but why would they try to poach the wolves of America? There are many of them, and their pelts are not much," as if taking things into consideration, he brushed a thumb under Gale's eye. "I would understand if they looked like you, but ah - you're a dog, not a wolf. Your fur is dyed, but it's still interesting."
Despite himself, he snorted and glanced away.
"But that is not the point," Han-jae shook his head slowly and moved his hand away, "I think there is danger that not even you know of."
And that seemed to be that; no other words of wisdom, just things that Gale had already known. A little displeased, he made a low rumbling sound in his throat, and moved away from the chair.
> Han-jae will remember that.
"Now, now. There's no need to growl at me," despite the disapproval in his tone, Gale made his way out without a backwards glance to Han-jae. He didn't have time to buddy-up with someone who had no information; and he could make nice with the man when things weren't as dire as they were.
With the New York City pack compromised, he had to think of something else. Wolves didn't just meet and greet - it wasn't as if he could get some of them together at a time and tell them how it was; even within his own pack, there were limits. They may have just been city-divisions of the pack he and Quinn had made together, but that didn't mean they were used to each-other or friendly. All they shared in common was the same duo of main Alphas. Werewolf politics wasn't so much politics, but more of a growl-off, or something. Sometimes there were physical fights, and it was never pleasant.
That didn't matter right now. He needed another action plan - something that didn't include the North American packs, considering they were on high-guard and were moving too much to be of use.
The next few hours - or so - were not very interesting. Navigating streets, changing back to his human form, trying (and failing) to contact one of the lone wolves in the area.
Everything was wrong and wolves were in panic and Gale knew that, but there wasn't much he could do. It wasn't often that their pups were targeted; everything in the supernatural world (including hunters) knew how territorial and vicious wolves were over their pups, and that meant killing or even hurting them was seen as a death sentence. It was just a matter of finding the culprit, of finding out why this was happening - but that seemed to be near impossible, and once again, he'd hit a blank.
> Text Quinn. > Text Kaiser. > Do nothing.
He was out of ideas; it was easiest to go home and see what he could do from there. Maybe see if someone else had figured anything else; he knew about the vampire murders and some of the witch killings and kidnappings, but for the most part, he'd been wrapped up in the wolf side of it. When his own kind were in so much distress, he couldn't afford to look away. He ran a hand through his hair as he texted his mate, choosing to let him know what was going on.
> nyc pack moved n albury pack antsy. idk whats happening w the rest of the usa packs n idk anything anymore. staying in nyc for now i think bc theres a chance the pack might come back maybe hopefully? idk!! f*ck!! tried talking 2 egypt pack b4 albury but that got Nothing. anyway i love u very much and i hope 2 see u soon bc i am The Stressed ):
Once the text was sent, he made his way to the little apartment he had here - if only because it was the best way to go, considering he didn't want to travel much more. He settled in quickly and showered and changed, before flopping on the couch and staring up at the ceiling. His neighbours were loud, and he hated being in America in general - but he had very little choice in the matter, if he wanted to stay grounded for a little longer. He wasn't a big fan of planes - never had been. Maybe it was the inner pirate within him, telling him hey, water is good, sky is bad - but he wasn't too sure.
He dozed off on the couch, and was woken up sometime later by his message tone for the group chat. He picked up his phone and squinted at it for a moment before the screen registered itself in his brain.
> New messages in Cool Old People.
Gale took a moment to catch up on what he'd missed (not much) before reading the (actually) recent messages. It took him far too long to process which dad 'Dad 1' was, and he groaned quietly upon realising that he had to travel again. After this was over, he was going to propose some kind of vacation to Quinn - maybe to Nevis. That was a nice island, he liked spending time there. Away from the world and remote. Just how he liked it.
> loml: will b there but also f**k you > foxy: Someone's PMSing. I'll probably be there, we'll see how my schedule pans out. > loml: dont be there > foxy: Scratch that - I'll definitely be there. lol
If he was a crueller person, Gale would probably not go there out of spite - as it was, he threw his phone aside and got ready to travel yet again. It wasn't as if he'd spent more time on planes than he had on the ground in recent weeks. Really, it was tiring and he was really tempted to take that vacation. The second things stopped being so...so excitement-filled, he'd make his grand escape. Preferably with Quinn. Hell yeah.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 3, 2017 0:40:06 GMT -5
one day ppl will join...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2017 17:46:43 GMT -5
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 6, 2017 20:21:31 GMT -5
Plz join my rp, it is smol and needs much nourishment to grow
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 8, 2017 18:21:32 GMT -5
drops my gay @ss in hey
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 8, 2017 18:39:37 GMT -5
Oooohhhh Hello Blue .o. u know what u should do. is join this. LUL
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 8, 2017 18:50:35 GMT -5
am i even worthy tho
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 8, 2017 18:55:01 GMT -5
Yes. I implore of u, join us. For glory.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 10, 2017 2:40:41 GMT -5
still got a lot of spots open, c'mon guys. party's going to get started up in here once we get the numbers rolling
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 19:18:26 GMT -5
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 20, 2017 7:33:04 GMT -5
p l z
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 21, 2017 15:59:58 GMT -5
give me love or give me death
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 21, 2017 20:45:58 GMT -5
im redy....2 rp...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2017 21:21:59 GMT -5
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 21, 2017 21:29:02 GMT -5
yo whats p o p p i n
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 21, 2017 21:50:14 GMT -5
Me. I got hella moves
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