yet another spooky jump in

//Ok, thanks! If you don't mind my asking- are there monsters in town or do the characters just suspect they are?

Amber

"Pleased to meet you Sparrow,"He replied."My name is Jack,Jack Carver."He put out his hand as he continued."I haven't seen any to the point where it's close up.But I have however witnessed some through various windows and other peeking places that can provide one with the visual needed."They explained as they tried to recall a few such instances."I seem to have memory of a worrisome dog left out after night be slain by a creature that certainly wasn't an enjoyable sight.Funny thing is,it walked off with the body of the dog."

(*Suddenly recognizes that their names together make Jack Sparrow*

Alright! And thanks for joining, I look forward to rping with you c;

they can be college aged, yeah!
like my characters' ages range from 17 to their 30s
but i think most characters are within college range, yeah

Preternatural mist curls against the cracked window, wispy tendrils prodding inquisitively at the fracture lines as if seeking a way in. Phobos watches it with lazily half-lidded eyes, making a mental note to do something about- that, even as he sprawls out fully on the overstuffed scarlet sofa and smothers a yawn with a loose fist. Normally he'd be capitalizing on his hard-won day of freedom with beauty sleep that he doesn't need but appreciates for keeping him on top of his game- How Dei can simply ignore the benefits of sleeping until noon is one of the greater mysteries in his life. That and what, exactly, he's doing halfway dressed and out of a bed that hasn't stopped calling for him since he was dragged out of it. Literally dragged. He'd be offended if he weren't too exhausted to muster more than a slurred curse.
The object of his sleep-detached ire strides into the office just as the mist begins to gather into something startlingly corporeal. Phobos is distracted from this display by the pointed placement of an intimidatingly thick sheaf of papers on the low coffee table in his direct line of sight. "I hate y-" Along with a steaming mug of some concoction of caffeine and liqueur. "I love you." He corrects himself, brightening as he shifts into some semblance of uprightness. "You were always my favorite twin, you know." This he delivers in an earnest tone, drawing the chipped pewter mug closer with the beginnings of a smile.
Deimos tries to ignore this declaration, though his lips curve to return the smile despite his best efforts to contain it. It isn't difficult to become Phobos' 'favorite' but he's always glad to hear it.
"Get dressed." He chastises instead, perching on the armrest and flipping through a bloodstained file with a sharpness to his roseate gaze that seems to suggest that the early hour has no effect on him. Which Phobos believes to be decidedly unfair.

"I am dressed."

A dark brow arches at his open ivory collared shirt, black boxers, and the tie lazily wrapped around his right wrist. He's wearing clothes, at least. This time. "Barely." Deimos tsks, tapping the file against his brother's nose as if he were disciplining a dog. Phobos takes a sip of his drink in place of a verbal response, humming appreciatively and tilting his head toward the window with a more pronounced smile. "Misplaced spell?"

"Mm not mine..." Deimos has already moved on- mentally, at least- his mind races so fast it tends to take a while for his body to catch up. Like now. The papers are still on Phobos' nose. He manages to sneeze pointedly but Deimos only whacks him with them again before standing with a motion of finality. "We're going on a trip~" It's an unnecessary declaration worthy of a children's show- or maybe that's just Phobos humming along to The Little Einsteins' theme song...

"Why?" Deimos unconsciously hums along while Phobos abandons it in favor of taking another fortifying swig of his drink, arranging his features into a stubborn moue. Deimos ignores him again- they both know that he'd follow him anywhere so the protest is only for show. And perhaps a little bit of pride.

"The humans have been growing more agitated of late. Something isn't right in Echo Ridge. Haven't you noticed?" His brother turns to him with a pensive frown, half-obscured by gloved fingers as he brushes them over the downward turn of his mouth.

"Yes..?" Phobos draws out the single syllable, head tilting in brief confusion before he catches the glint in his brother's eyes. It startles a laugh out of him. "Finally! Let's go break some problems~" He's immediately on his feet and striding toward the door when Deimos catches him by his sleeve. "Clothes."

//I don't know where I'm going and I don't know where I'm at-

//Hope you don't mind my Disasters horning in on your characters' investigation! Like...The Vulture

//Also to kind of speed things up, I was thinking they might already be familiar with/know some of your characters? But that's up to you guys, of course!

//hope that was okay...I haven't roleplayed in forever ^^"

Yeah I second that for Gifti and Robin. I also have Aster open if you're interested.

Also it's not nearly as bad as The Vulture.

//Thanks!

//Great~ Gotcha! They're both rather sociable so I imagine they'd kind of be familiar with everyone, including Jack because they travel a lot too.

//Not sure who Aster is, but I do have other characters to introduce when I get the chance!

//Hello!

Hi spider!

Haha, funny Chloro, sleep always sounds amazing, lol :3

Anyways, I’ve still got plenty of kids open if anyone wants to rp? :3

throws more kids at u
but actually no i need to share, somebody else rp with smort


yesss take ur time

Robin craefully grabbed the foulder. "Thank you, ma'am," she replied simply. With the file on hand, the young woman almost felt a huge weight on her shoulders. She hesitated for a moment, not sure if she wanted to open it or not. Drawing in a breath, the redhead slowly opened the pale foulder. She didn't know what to expect from it, though hoped it would clear up any thoughts she had.

There were no pictures from what she could see. She released the breath slightly, grateful for that. Her eyes turned to the detailed report about the investigation. It first mentioned the lead investigator and other officers who dealt with the case. Robin skipped past that and managed to get to the actual report the detective had typed up.

It st ar red out with the date of the death and the discovery of her grandmother. She had been reported missing by a concerned friend. Robin noticed the friend was the witch her grandparents had befriended years ago. The young woman nodded, noting the name. They would have to visit her at some point. As she read on, the report mentioned finding the elderly woman in the woods a few yards from the house. Gripping the sides of the file tightly, she set it closed. She wasn't sure if she could read it. She hadn't been close to her grandmother, but that didn't make reading it any less diffcult. She handed the file to Gifti.

"You read it," she quietly requested.

-0-

The young man nodded. "Same with you, Jack." He paused for a moment and listened to the customer. Much like Sparrow, he hadn't seen anything of note. At least beyond looking at it through a window or the safety of his home. The man described a memory with a dog. It chilled Sparrow slightly as Jack recounted the event. When he finished speaking, the freckled man blinked in surprise.

"That's sound horrifying. If you don't mind me asking more questions, do you have any other encounters with the unknown?"

(Oh my god you're right! A perfect coincidence.)

did you have anything specific in mind to be found in the file, amber? just so i dont mess anything up you might have had in mind o;