*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Oct 1, 2019 22:22:16 GMT -5
He's taken off his shoes and one of his socks and... Actually, I think he's crying. Muse A is a witch attending college, living far away from their overbearing family for the very first time. They grew up in a strict, secretive household and are thankful for their newfound freedom. Muse A likes to party, meet new people, and generally do all of the things that their parents never allowed them to before.
Muse B is an unsuspecting human who gets dragged into the supernatural world by discovering some long-lost family traits that they had no clues about. Whether their ancestors were shapeshifters, werewolves or witches, it turns out that Muse B, who is socially awkward and honestly kind of lonely, is not quite as human as they first thought. Desperate for answers and not knowing who to ask, Muse B seeks out the party-goer, social butterfly that is Muse A. Trusting only the bizarre rumors they’ve heard down the grapevine, Muse B confesses everything to the stranger in the hopes that Muse A will be able to help. What lies ahead for the pair? Will they work together to solve the odd history of Muse B’s lineage? Could their differences bring them together as friends or something more? College was difficult enough without the supernatural getting in the way.
CharactersAndromeda “Romi” Nightingale - Nineteen - Witch Andromeda comes from an old family of highly esteemed, traditional witches that don’t take very kindly to outsiders. Having lived a sheltered life until inevitably moving away for college, she relishes in her newfound freedom and enjoys doing whatever she likes. Average height for a woman, she’s five foot four and has a slightly curvy body build, though she’s not all that thin. Her skin is darkly tanned and sun-kissed, splattered with freckles across her nose and cheeks, as well as her shoulders and arms. Cut short and unmanageably curly, Romi’s hair is a dark red-ish brown and brushes just below her ears. Sporting common traits in her family, she has a small nose and upturned blue-gray eyes. Romi prefers to wear some feminine clothes, such as jean shorts and crop tops, but she’s not a big fan of skirts or dresses. She does spend a lot of time on her carefully applied makeup and picking out the perfect jewelry, though. Around her neck, she wears a necklace of a butterfly pendant, which is an old family heirloom. Apart from being a social butterfly and party animal, Romi is snarky and opinionated. She speaks her mind and isn’t afraid to put her foot down. While not usually rude, she doesn’t have a problem standing up for herself or others. However, she can be reckless and very short-tempered. One thing she doesn’t tolerate is being pushed around by anyone at all, period, so she’s been known to start a fight or two, perhaps for the wrong reasons. Most of the time, she’s bubbly and aloof, the kind of person that will talk to anyone if given the chance. Derek Parker There isn’t much to note about Derek, however, he is a person that you remember easily. He has brown hair and smoky blue-grey eyes, and stands around 5’10”. His skin isn’t pale, but it isn’t exactly tan either. It’s somewhere in the middle. Across his skin are the scars that are the testament of his childhood. Most can't be seen due to his clothing, but his back mainly is scored with the beatings of a drunk father. Usually he wears jeans and a loose t-shirt with a necklace of small wooden beads. Derek is the kind of person who tries not to get too upset about anything. Key word is try. Despite the hardships of an abusive childhood, somehow the boy walked away with a kind demeanor. He tries to find the positive in everyone and everything, always giving people the benefit of the doubt unless they prove themselves to be bad people. If they are good, then he will be a loyal friend, always willing to lend a hand to those who need help or a shoulder to lean on. Yet he is not all whole and well. The boy is troubled with panic attacks. Triggered by stress or overwhelming emotions, he will have a moment of uncontrollable anxiety and fear that lasts anywhere between thirty seconds to two minutes. However, this is only one side of the coin for him. Derek has multiple personalities, or really, just two, for the moment anyway. This has a huge impact on how he interacts with the world and people around him since he really can't control when he switches between personalities. One minute he will be Derek, and the next he will be Sam or Winter, different parts to the whole of his being. It's hard for him to be out in public sometimes, and, since he can sometimes be aware of what the other "person" is doing, he is often times embarrassed when he has this shifts. Sam Sam is Derek's second personality. Created, unknowingly, when the boy was five, Sam is very much like a younger version of Derek. The child that never got to be. The purpose of Sam was more of a defense attempt during his father's drunken or angry state. Forever stuck at age six, Sam is the embodiment of six year old Derek, never growing up even if Derek does. He functions on the basic levels any normal six year old would. His concepts of right and wrong the same due to being part of a partner system, but he is single-minded and all education he should have obtained is completely forgotten. It's as if he were to step back in time yet kept his current body. Sam is a lovable little guy, but he is extremely unstable mentally. He is skittish and terrified of most adults, especially men, and most of the time, he's the one who gets the majority of the panic attacks. He clings to those he trusts the most, getting very upset whenever they have to leave or he can't see them. If anyone takes on an angry tone, the boy will retreat into himself, shying away from that person and trying to make himself as small and invisible as possible. Winter Winter is the complete opposite of Derek. As the protector of the system, he is the one that stands up for the others. He's the skeptical, cynical, and entrusting of the bunch. He is not the friendliest of people. If he believes you mean the system harm, then he will make it clear that you best stay away or else. He is not a stranger to fights, and will likely start one just to prove his point. If you have proven that you can be trusted, then he won't be as horrible towards you. Still distant and cold, but bearable. Winter's sole reason was to protect the system, and to do so, he took the worst of the memories of their abusive childhood. For years, he was actually the host for the system, meaning he was the person who controlled the body the most. He took the worst of the brutality of Derek's father and locked them away so the others couldn't access them, and he plans to keep it that way. Because of this, he's got no patience with other people. There are some things that he believed were best for Derek, and especially Sam, to never know of. Secrets that would only add more stress to their lives, and do more harm than good. VoidVoid's appearance is heavily inspired by Talesin Jaffe's character Mollymauk from Critical Role's second D&D campaign.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Oct 1, 2019 22:23:25 GMT -5
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Oct 1, 2019 22:33:41 GMT -5
(( Thank you! So for the plot, I actually had a couple that were centered around modern fantasy, if that’s a genre you’re cool with? ))
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Oct 2, 2019 12:47:24 GMT -5
Awesome! I had this particular plot in mind, but let me know if you have any other ideas/would prefer something different.
In this case, I was thinking of claiming Muse A with a female character of mine. I have no problems switching or changing anything around, though!
I left Muse B’s species/past kind of open so that you could add whatever you wanted to the character and story! But I was thinking it would all lead to something massive, like maybe they discover something dangerous that could inevitably destroy the world or something equally as drastic.
The Plot:
Muse A is a witch attending college, living far away from their overbearing family for the very first time. They grew up in a strict, secretive household and are thankful for their newfound freedom. Muse A likes to party, meet new people, and generally do all of the things that their parents never allowed them to before.
Muse B is an unsuspecting human who gets dragged into the supernatural world by discovering some long-lost family traits that they had no clues about. Whether their ancestors were shapeshifters, werewolves or witches, it turns out that Muse B, who is socially awkward and honestly kind of lonely, is not quite as human as they first thought.
Desperate for answers and not knowing who to ask, Muse B seeks out the party-goer, social butterfly that is Muse A. Trusting only the bizarre rumors they’ve heard down the grapevine, Muse B confesses everything to the stranger in the hopes that Muse A will be able to help.
What lies ahead for the pair? Will they work together to solve the odd history of Muse B’s lineage? Could their differences bring them together as friends or something more? College was difficult enough without the supernatural getting in the way.
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Oct 2, 2019 19:05:06 GMT -5
(( Sounds good! You can make him literally anything you want, by the way. The sky is the limit, so there’s no real requirements. Would you prefer character sheets or describing as we go? I’m cool with either. ))
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Oct 2, 2019 19:28:06 GMT -5
(The thing is, I don't know what to make him. XD If nothing else, I can fall back on him being a werewolf. However, if there's something else he could be, something that might have a bit more weight or danger to society type of thing along with it. I just have no idea of what that is. XD
As for the descriptions, I like to have character sheets, just as a reference I can use in case I'm trying to add details of your character into my reply and can't remember certain details (i.e. eye/hair color, height, all that jazz). It doesn't have to be anything fancy, so don't feel like you have to go overboard with it.)
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Oct 2, 2019 20:31:39 GMT -5
Hm, well I can make a list of creatures if any of them catch your fancy? Werewolves are great, though, so no problems there. But if you’re having trouble here is a list I like to use:
Witch/Wizard Werewolf Shapeshifter (Large cats, lizards, etc.) Ghoul Demon or Demon-like Entity Angel or Angel-like Entity Demi-God Fae/Fairy/Pixie Elf Vampire Mermaid/Merman Siren Dragon (Some sort of dragon shapeshifter, I suppose) Chimera
I’m good with short character sheets! I’ll get to work on mine asap.
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Oct 2, 2019 21:12:26 GMT -5
(( Ohhh, if you wanted to combine a couple, you could make him some kind of dragon-demon? Or maybe a demon-like fairy? Either way, I can’t wait to see him! He sounds like a sweet character. ))
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Oct 3, 2019 11:27:14 GMT -5
(( It’s perfectly fine by me if you want to include his Dissociative Identity Disorder! I don’t mind the inclusion of mental illnesses/problems, so long as they’re respectfully portrayed, which I’m positive you’ll do because you seem like a great person. I think it could add an extra layer to the plot, though. ))
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Oct 3, 2019 12:18:08 GMT -5
(( Oh absolutely, I get what you mean! I just meant that I’ve had some partners who are really rude about disorders and such. I’m super chill, so not that much bothers me. You seem really cool, so I’m not worried. ))
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Oct 3, 2019 18:44:58 GMT -5
(( Honestly, there’s no better way to learn than to practice. And hey, it’s hard to be 100% correct with things like that.
I should have my gal up soon! ))
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Oct 3, 2019 20:29:20 GMT -5
(( Omg, I love him already, poor baby! ))
Andromeda “Romi” Nightingale - Nineteen - Witch
Andromeda comes from an old family of highly esteemed, traditional witches that don’t take very kindly to outsiders. Having lived a sheltered life until inevitably moving away for college, she relishes in her newfound freedom and enjoys doing whatever she likes. Average height for a woman, she’s five foot four and has a slightly curvy body build, though she’s not all that thin. Her skin is darkly tanned and sun-kissed, splattered with freckles across her nose and cheeks, as well as her shoulders and arms. Cut short and unmanageably curly, Romi’s hair is a dark red-ish brown and brushes just below her ears. Sporting common traits in her family, she has a small nose and upturned blue-gray eyes. Romi prefers to wear some feminine clothes, such as jean shorts and crop tops, but she’s not a big fan of skirts or dresses. She does spend a lot of time on her carefully applied makeup and picking out the perfect jewelry, though. Around her neck, she wears a necklace of a butterfly pendant, which is an old family heirloom. Apart from being a social butterfly and party animal, Romi is snarky and opinionated. She speaks her mind and isn’t afraid to put her foot down. While not usually rude, she doesn’t have a problem standing up for herself or others. However, she can be reckless and very short-tempered. One thing she doesn’t tolerate is being pushed around by anyone at all, period, so she’s been known to start a fight or two, perhaps for the wrong reasons. Most of the time, she’s bubbly and aloof, the kind of person that will talk to anyone if given the chance.
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Oct 3, 2019 20:41:23 GMT -5
(( I can start, if you’d like! Might take me a bit, but I don’t mind at all. ))
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Oct 3, 2019 22:01:16 GMT -5
(( Hope this is okay! ))
Rich, dark coffee wafted through the air of a small cafe. Located at the edge of the sprawling campus, it was a frequent destination for students and professors alike, drawing them near with promises of caffeine and a little more energy to finish those last minute projects. On this particular Thursday afternoon, it was close to empty, and only the occasional soul wandered through.
Andromeda Nightingale was one of those few.
She didn’t know why, of all things, she chose to take a four hour class offered on Thursday nights. It was a boring class with an even worse professor who enjoyed droning on and on the entire time. By the end of it, she was left feeling exhausted and sapped of what little motivation she had going in. There was only one way to fix that problem: a large, extra strong cup of sugary coffee at nearly ten at night.
Perhaps she shouldn’t have gone to that massive party the night before, but a very nice man invited her to it and she thought it would be rude to reject his kind offer. So she had spent the whole night listening to loud music, dancing, and trying not to trip over her own feet. Sometimes she wished she could use magic to make herself feel better, but then her parents would find out and she didn’t feel like listening to anymore lectures on why the supernatural world needed to stay hidden.
Instead, she waited patiently for her drink and scrolled aimlessly through her phone.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Oct 4, 2019 11:58:14 GMT -5
(It's perfect!)
Winter hated the cafe that was on campus. It was the closest spot for people to get their caffeine fix on a budget, thus becoming crowded nearly every minute of the day. That many people always but him on edge, so the cafe was never a place they visited often. However, today, Derek was ignoring the older boy's protests and warnings of a bad idea as he stepped inside. It was later in the afternoon, night drawing ever nearer. To his surprise, there was hardly anyone inside. Whether that was a good or bad thing, he wasn't sure. Scanning the interior, it wasn't hard to spot the girl sitting at a table by herself, staring at her phone. Andromeda, right where he had been told she would be.
This was possibly a terrible idea, but Derek needed someone to talk to. Why Andromeda, though, since he had never even meet the girl before? In fact, he hadn't even known she existed until a couple of weeks ago. Even then it had only been bits and pieces of rumors spread by other students. All of the rumors seeming to correlate into one main theme: she was a witch. Now, whether those rumors were started out of spite or if there was truth to them, he wasn't sure. If they were, then he hoped she would be the kind that would help others and not the kind that would just randomly put a curse on him. That's what they did, right? Really, he wasn't sure. Up until recently, he thought that things like witches were just stories to scare children. Now, however, he wasn't so sure. Winter thought he was being foolish to seek her out. There was no point in getting involved with someone like her, witch or not. Still Derek had to know.
With his hands shaking a bit, he slowly approached her table. This was the part he hadn't really thought out yet. What was he going to say? Derek normally was never the one to initiate a conversation. Instead, he let others speak to him first before responding. That wasn't something that happened too often either, so his replies were usually short and awkward. How was he supposed to greet her? How was he supposed to explain why he was even talking to her in the first place? Maybe Winter was right. Maybe this was a horrible idea, but it was too late to turn back. He stopped four feet away from the girl, pausing as he tried to form words to say. "U-um, excuse me, Miss Andromeda?" he asked, doing his best to keep his voice from sounding as nervous as he was.
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Oct 4, 2019 15:18:54 GMT -5
Romi was halfway through a dumb, funny post shared by some boy whose name she never bothered to remember, when she heard a soft voice greet her. One hand held her probably too-sparkly pink phone and the other wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee she was grateful to put in her system, she glanced up curiously. There, looking like a frightened kitten surrounded by vicious dogs, was a boy. Not one she knew, though he might have been a cute face she briefly glimpsed through a sea of people at any one of the parties she liked to frequent. Soft brown hair and those smokey blue-gray eyes, an entirely unique and different shade than her own, were more than enough to catch her attention.
Well, he clearly knew her, at any rate.
“Hi there,” she greeted him warmly, a slight southern twinge in the way she pronounced her words. She took a sip of her sweet, slightly caramel flavored drink. Her glossy pink lipstick left a faint mark on the edge of the cup, though it didn’t make her lips look any less glossy. Other than being known as a party girl, she was also well known for her skill at keeping her makeup neat and tidy. No smudgy lipstick or eyeliner for her. “Just Romi, my full name is a bit of a mouthful.”
The smile she gave him was nothing short of bright and friendly. Putting her phone away, Romi left it on the table and patted the table across from her, where the chair was empty. “Have a seat, sugar.”
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Oct 4, 2019 21:12:31 GMT -5
"Right, sorry," Derek apologized, though he wasn't entirely sure why, when she told him to just call her Romi. Had that been something he missed? Was that how everyone knew her as? His fingers played with the hem of one sleeve as he tried to keep his nerves in check. He could feel Winter on the edge of his consciousness, more than willing to jump in and take over the situation. Yet if that happened, he may never get a chance to speak to this young woman again. So, trying to summon every ounce of his will and courage he could, he sat down in the empty seat indicated.
A silence stretched between them for a moment. In that time, Derek was mentally trying to come up with the next part of his conversation. He had started this exchange and he hadn't even told her who he was! "I-I'm sorry to bother you. My name's Derek Parker. I doubt you've heard of me. I'm, uh, not very active in the social activities on campus." And by that, he meant he did no socializing whatsoever. He wasn't fit to be left on his own, not when Sam could take control any minute and run rampant. Having a six year old on the lose and with all access to his money was not a good combination. So he still lived at home, unfortunately. His father had made it clear that if he couldn't be trusted to live on his own, than he couldn't be trusted to hang out at all hours and whatnot. It didn't make much sense to any of them since he was allowed to go to school unsupervised, but no one dared bring that point up.
The pause had returned. Now what? Did he just come right out and say why he was here? Did he wait until she asked him about his sudden visit. He could feel himself starting to dissociate, and he willed himself to stay focused. "I've heard a lot about you, and I was w-wondering if you might be able to help me with something. You don't have to, of course. I understand if this is a little weird. I was just hoping that, um, that you, that is if what I've heard is right, could maybe help me figure something out."
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Oct 4, 2019 22:18:04 GMT -5
(( Aww I love Derek, he seems so shy and sweet. ))
At his apology, Romi shook her head and smiled. “No need to apologize. Some people call me Andromeda, but I prefer Romi. It’s so much cuter.”
“Derek Parker,” the woman repeated lightly, committed the name to memory. “No, I’m afraid I haven’t heard of you. I’m really bad with names, though, so sorry about that.” It solidified the vague thought from earlier that she had never properly met the man before and as she watched him fidget nervously, she came to the conclusion that she had also never seen him before. Not in class, certainly not at a bustling party, and not around the more crowded areas of campus. It was a large university, being the only one near the city, and there were hundreds of students mulling around that she would never know the names of. Which ultimately meant that Derek had heard about her from someone else, possibly a friend or acquaintance. Perhaps one of the many rumors she knew circulated around about her, for one reason or another.
Alas, there were consequences to making a warlock angry and, evidently, the jerk hadn’t minded sharing her personal business with anyone who would believe him.
He’s asking me for help. That’s a bit...unexpected, Romi thought and tried to shake away her surprise. Rarely did anyone come to her for help and it was unheard of for someone she didn’t know at all to do so.
Pausing with her cup slightly raised, she weighed her options. Tell him no and go about her night as planned or agree and go along with it. Most likely, his need for help was school related, and she hated homework as much as the next college student. However, Derek really did look like a kitten — adorable and wide-eyed, kind of impossible to say no to. Plus he looked like he was on the verge of passing out from stress. “Of course, sugar,” she replied as she leaned forward on one elbow. “There’s no need to be so nervous, I’d love to help. What’s up?”
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Oct 5, 2019 7:56:28 GMT -5
(Derek is smol bean who has no idea how to talk to people who aren't inside his own head. XD )
Derek glanced down at the table when she commented about his nervousness. There was a perfectly good reason for him to be so, especially if the rumors weren't true. What would she think of him if he told her? Possibly that he was crazy and would ask him to leave. That's what he would do if in her shoes. Taking a small breath, he forced his tongue to form words.
"I-it's bit of an odd request," he admitted, still not having lifted his gaze. "I heard that you knew a lot about... about the s-supernatural. Um, I was wondering, or really I just wanted to see if you might know anything about, um..." He was speaking, but he wasn't doing a good job of it. Part of him was afraid to get to the point, but he knew that if he didn't, then he had just wasted Romi's time. So, in a small murmured voice, he added, "demons."
The young man braced himself for whatever reaction she would have. A part of him knew she would just laugh or tell him no. Why would she know anything about demons? Despite people hinting she was a witch, that didn't mean she would have knowledge, or even want to have knowledge, over something so dark and evil. She certainly didn't look like the type who would spend her time learning about them. Romi looked like the social butterfly that people also described her as. Bright and pretty, with a smile that, had it not been or his nerves, he would have tried to return. He hadn't seen many people give him friendly gestures, and that may be part of the reason he was encouraged to go ahead and ask her for help. Even if she couldn't help, she might at least be kind about the dismissal of his problem.
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Oct 5, 2019 8:33:43 GMT -5
(( I can imagine Romi being super friendly to them all, even Winter. ))
Well, this proved Romi’s suspicions about there being rumors of her witch heritage. That warlock was going to feel so bad when she got her revenge one of these days.
Demons.
Tricky creatures that would often tear out a person’s heart with no warning. Vicious, hard to control, and difficult to fight off without the use of strong, protective magic. They were dangerous in all definitions of the word. Romi couldn’t say she had much experience with them firsthand — they didn’t like witches, most of the time — but she knew a good deal about them. Demons hated sunlight and holy water, two of the easiest ways to get rid of them, at least for a little while.
“Uh, yeah. I know about demons,” she answered and focused on Derek’s expression. No wonder the guy looked like he might pass out at any given moment. This wasn’t exactly a happy conversation starter. Glancing around the coffee shop, she found that while it was mostly empty, there were still people around. Well, mostly just one barista, but it was one of the mosey baristas who liked to gossip too much. This wasn’t a conversation that should be held in a public space, truthfully. Slipping out of her seat to stand up, she smiled lightly at him. “Hey, how about we take this conversation somewhere else? My dorm is just down the street. You can tell my all about your problem there and I’ll see if I can help.”
When she grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder, Romi placed a gentle hand on Derek’s arm. He was turning about to be an interesting guy. There weren’t too many people who came to her with their supernatural problems. “I’m guessing from the terrified look on your face that you really don’t know anything. New to my world, huh, sugar?”
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Oct 5, 2019 11:42:04 GMT -5
(Good, because Winter won't be friendly to her. XD At least, not at first.)
When she confirmed that she did know demons, Derek looked up in surprise. So everything he heard was correct. What he had been fearing was proven true, and what he had been trying to deny was couldn't be done anymore. Even though this was the whole reason for his visit, he still hoped that maybe his mind had just been running away from him. A nightmare that felt too real and he was simply confused. Now, he was about to learn about a world he wasn't even sure if he wanted anything to do with. However, it was too late to turn back.
He nodded quickly. "Y-yeah, of course," Derek said, standing when she mentioned heading to her dorm. While he wasn't thrilled on going somewhere alone with her, he hadn't been the most comfortable in telling his problem to her in a public setting either. This would be the better decision in the long run, he knew. Not to mention, if Sam showed up, he wouldn't be tempted to buy everything off the cafe's menu. He had just risen from his seat when he felt her hand on his arm, making him jump slightly.
"It's that noticeable, huh?" he asked, trying to give a sheepish smile but failing. Really, he had been trying hard not to appear shaken, but the boy had never been a good actor. His head dipped a bit as he reached up the rub the back of his neck. "No offense, but I don't know if I really want to be apart of your world, as you put it. The little that I know isn't exactly great. Truthfully, I don't know if I want to know more, and if it wasn't important, I might not have found you."
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