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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2020 21:54:20 GMT -5
Clarisse Alinsky
“The sun watches what I do, but the moon knows all my secrets.” - J M Wonderland
✶ ⤐ ☾ ⬷ ✶
When he went to approach the boy, Clarisse stepped back so not to scare him anymore than necessary. She could only imagine what she looked like from his angle. Blood dripping down her chin, bone and other gore on the ground. In her younger years, she might have spooked at the sight too, but being a werewolf quickly desensitized one to bloodied bodies. Even the raw meat she frequently ate in this form had come up in the beginning. It was a mental block; both her wolf and human forms had stomachs of steel. She was thankful that her ma had started her on the meat early enough that it had only been a mild problem.
She turned away when she shook out her coat viciously, blood flinging on the walls of a building nearby. A small whimper escaped her as shooting pain flared in her ear. Right, I had forgotten about that. It wasn’t the first time she had been injured with silver, but that had been by accident and foolishness rather than human hands. She flicked her ear to assess the extent of the damage. Once, twice, thrice before she called it quits for the pain.
Distracted by the falcon that rose above the city line, her eyes brightened and ears snapped to attention at the sight of prey. It was habit now, though she knew she would never act on it. Still, with the full moon coming up, shifters that favored prey animals were hard to differentiate. Werewolves liked to think they were beyond the mindless savagery, but she had heard stories of shifters straying into werewolf territory on hunting nights.
Those were terrible nights for them all, most of all for her kind.
Clarisse stalled what she was doing (which was nothing really) when he addressed her again. Secretly, she felt around the power well that dwelt in her bones and was unsurprised when they came up dry as parched earth. The female desperately wanted to turn back now that she knew there were hunters in the city. Her large size and light coloring were dead giveaways in the urban sprawl, but she was lucky that she was even standing at the moment. After days of traveling and now a silver bullet to even a small area of her body, she felt the need to collapse until she had her energy back.
Besides, she wanted to communicate with the male her thanks in words, not actions. It'll have to wait I suppose. Hopefully he understands.
Her ears rounded to the front at his words, focusing on location. Town Hall... So her instinct had been right. If only she had gone straight there instead, part of her ear might still be attached to her body. Now that the male was human in form, she felt too large. Still, Clarisse yawned her understanding and brushed up against him again before padding on.
Insurance. In case they got separated again. Her ears flattened against the thought of being alone in a fight. Wolves didn't fight by themselves; it went against their very nature. Her large honey colored eyes watched him as they moved towards town hall, amused slightly.
Whether he knew it or not, the male had just become part of her pack.
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Post by mossecho on Jan 9, 2020 11:12:06 GMT -5
[[ Sorry it took so long, school is school. And sorry the post is so choppy too... oof I can’t wait for the weekend. ]]
Alex loved the drive. The control, the empty road, all of it. He smiled at Vieve’s compliment about his coat and kept smiling the rest of the way. The vampire just followed the car’s GPS and kept below the speed limit. Perhaps he was not the best driver (he was not reckless either, but he tended to drive faster than he probably should), but Alex enjoyed the task nonetheless.
That was, of course, until they arrived at the town hall. He had been aware that a window had been rolled down, but it only really registered when Alex smelled the blood. Lots of it. He immediately stopped breathing, counting the seconds off until he had to take another breath. He unlocked the car doors and nearly fell out. Suddenly Alex was standing next to Vieve, his hand over his mouth and nose.
”Of course,” he stuttered out. It was embarrassing, being suddenly so vulnerable to the fight. Alex leaned back against the car, unsure of exactly what to do. He was not registering the noise, the battle cries, the screams for help. For goodness sake, he was barely seeing anything. A vampire’s primary sense was smell, and that was overwhelming. Alex clenched his lower jaw and looked back to Lilah, waiting for her response before moving. Or not moving. He knew he should do something, but now that he was here he did not know what to do. How very useful of him.
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Post by Amber on Jan 9, 2020 20:16:22 GMT -5
(I'll probably get a reply up after Bee does so we can connect the groups.)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2020 20:30:25 GMT -5
I'll reply after Dreamer replies!  Till then I'll be lurking!) |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2020 22:36:47 GMT -5
 WOOWWW! Congrats Dreamer!!! That is so exciting!! Please take your time to be with your family and don't worry!  ) |
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✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jan 10, 2020 2:21:31 GMT -5
Sorry, this is a cruddy post, but here you go. Sorry it took so long. ^^
When Zephyr saw her amble toward him, saw the intention in her eyes, he braced himself. He knew she wouldn't bump him with the intent to knock him over, but she was big enough that doing so would not be hard. He had to resist the urge to run a hand over her fur. Instead he just smirked at her and tipped an imaginary hat. "You're welcome, m'lady. Now, let's go kick some ass."
He spun on his heel, toward Town Hall, already running. Between one stride and the next he shifted, once more into that giant wolf. He ran, swift and sure, pausing only when he saw a Hunter. Then he would make a detour, go on the attack, render the human useless — either through death or unconsciousness, whichever proved necessary — before continuing on.
Not all his kills were as the wolf, though. Sometimes, to avoid getting hit with a bullet or sword or axe, he would shift rapidly from one form to another as he charged the Hunters. Wolf to falcon to mountain cat. Cougar to fox to bear. He was never still, hardly kept one form for more than a few minutes as he darted from one Hunter to another, all the while still making his way to Town Hall.
At one point he even took human form to shout at the monsters around him. He told them to fight. Told them to protect what was theirs and prove what monsters were made of. Some listened; some didn't. But for every monster that joined the fight, more would follow, and soon the tide began turning. Slowly at first, but for every monster that fought, more and more Hunters fell.
Zephyr was in the form of a Siberian tiger when he finally reached Town Hall. This was where most of the Hunters had converged. Zephyr looked up from the man he had just brought down, snarling softly, when he spotted Lilah. She was kneeling on the ground, holding one arm close and clutching her crystal. The air was too saturated with the scent of blood for him to know if hers was mingled with it, but it was clear she was hurt, or otherwise winded in some way.
With a growl, Zephyr leaped upward and shifted. In the form of a swift hummingbird, he darted through the fighting as quickly as he could to reach Lilah's side. He shifted, dropping lightly to the ground a few feet away from her. He offered her a smile. "Hey there. Having fun yet?" |
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Post by Protractor on Jan 10, 2020 13:31:16 GMT -5
(OK! I GOT SICK WEDNESDAY SO THAT SCREWED UP MY PLANS! I THINK I CAN BE ACTIVE NOW THOUGH!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2020 14:52:00 GMT -5
Clarisse Alinsky
“The sun watches what I do, but the moon knows all my secrets.” - J M Wonderland
✶ ⤐ ☾ ⬷ ✶
The city was on fire, literally and figuratively. Burning buildings crumbled under the weight of ash and fallen beams. Those living in the apartments were out on the street, escaping from one hell and stepping into another. Clarisse heard the bullets and the screams before she saw them and when she rounded a corner at breakneck speed, she barely slowed to ram into the Hunters that were killing her people. She ripped into Hunters that crossed her path, emboldened by the presence of a companion. The shifter had taken off to defend others, but Clari was still able to see glimpses of wild animals in the fold of people.
They tore though the crowds in an effort to clear out as many Hunters as they could before they made it to Town Hall. The werewolf finished off those that the shifter brought down, the male doing the same when she bounced from hunter to hunter. By the time Town Hall towered in front of her and the crowds were thick with Hunter bodies, moving and stilled, Clarisse's fur was covered in warm, crimson liquid. She lost her new found companion soon after coming to the square.
She sprang through the crowd, swift as a roaring river and strong as an oak. There were so many bullets everywhere, but some of the hunters lost their nerve when they saw their fellows snapped in half with one crack of her jaws. Clarisse slowly made her way to the center, the shifters scent stronger there. Raven black hair and ocean blue eyes stared at the male that came to her side. The werewolf's nose quivered at the scent of the crystal she clutched in her hands. The sight distracted her enough that she yipped at the pinprick of a sword.
Not silver, thankfully. She turned quickly and flung the hunter like a ragdoll with one mighty swipe of her paw. Clari backed up into the other two, providing a shield for them and eyes on the thinning crowd. The Hunters were being beaten back, but the girl seemed exhausted. If she was a fellow member of the prophecy then the shifter needed cover in order to help her.
There were others in the crowd like the male had said. The scents of their crystals were like fine wine to her nose and she noticed that they were all moving towards them at the center. Good. I'm almost out of gas here.
She felt her window to shift in the near future closing rapidly. It had been almost three days since she had been in her human form, not that she cared much as she had gone longer, but if she collapsed in this form there was almost nothing she could do about it until she woke up days later. Being defenseless that long - especially when she had a prophecy to worry about - was simply not an option at the moment. Oh well.
Clarisse looked back at the male and female behind her, worry in her eyes. You got this? Hope you do. She sprang away to burn the last of her energy on the remaining Hunters in the clearing, extreme exhaustion turning her legs to lead. There was a hunter to her right in an alley, a female with beady eyes and murder on her scent. She sneered at the werewolf even when Clarisse drew her lips back in a snarl, gore dripping from the fur on her jaw. Her legs looked like they had been crushed beneath the rubble of a fallen building, but it didn't stop her from laughing.
"You look pitiful... sometimes I forget that monster's can bleed too..." Clarisse's eyes narrowed on her words, confused. She continued towards the Hunter, the smell of her blood inciting the more feral part of her. The Hunter female leaned back against the pile of rubble she was pinned too. "My family was killed by your kind. A whole pack of you monsters... Oh well... I guess this is a fitting end."
She was going to kill her, put an end to her suffering when the words struck home. It was then as the light started to fade from the female's eyes that Clarisse choose to stand down. Maybe it was the wrong course of action, but she fought through the exhaustion to shift. The fur melted away more slowly than usual into smooth and scarred skin, nails and teeth receding into a form much like the dying females. The sack around her fell to the ground since the strap was much too big for her. The female watched with a mixture of disgust and awe. Labored breathing accented Clari's heady voice, "Our land was peaceful before you disturbed it. Why do your people do this? It doesn't have to be this way."
A trickle of blood ran down her chin. She closed her eyes slightly, "Ju... just keep telling yourself that wer... One day, when you've lost every- everything... you'll understand why..."
The female breathed her last before she could finish. Clarisse stood there in the side alley for what seemed like lifetime, watching her become pale and cold. Compelled by something against her nature, she reached forward and closed her eyes completely. My family was killed by your kind... when you've lost everything... The werewolf forced her eyes shut, a sudden chill assaulting her bare skin.
It only took her a few moments for her to dress and leave the alley way, eyes haunted and crystal heavy in her bag.
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Post by spiderlace on Jan 10, 2020 23:49:55 GMT -5
//Congrats on the new niece~!
Sorry guys, I was a bit confused as to who I'm waiting for but my reply should be up tonight!
//Everyone's posts are fantastic this 2020~ ^^ You're all very good at incorporating detail and properly scaling my emotions~
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Post by spiderlace on Jan 11, 2020 3:17:36 GMT -5
//once again, I'm hoping that I'm not taking liberties with your character? Just let me know what I need to fix-
And I might need more info on everyone's headcanons for their species in a bit because V is a med student who should know things-
//Also I absolutely plan to let Alex have a go/enter the fray! It'd be no fun if we missed out on all the action~
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Veive gives himself a minute shake- not that he really has the time for it- there's no time, they have to fix this! This is...There's...One at a time. There's so much blood already..."Alex!" He startles himself with his own volume, spinning to face the dark-haired vampire using the car for support. Right. He has to focus on what he can do right now. Breathe. Veive inhales and exhales slowly as he moves to block the worst of the battle from their view. He tears the ribbon from his wrist with his teeth, simultaneously reaching into an inner coat pocket to withdraw a thick monogrammed handkerchief. This one is a part of his 'winter' ensemble, heavy yet soft periwinkle cashmere wool that he deftly presses over Alex's mouth and nose in an attempt to block out the worst of the cloying scent of spilled blood. "I'm sorry, it's just for now! We should- oh-"
Lilah darts in front of them just in time, calling on a barrier to defend against a sudden volley of bullets. Somehow the staccato sound of a gun being fired at him is particularly disorienting and he flinches despite the familiarity of it. "Thanks~" Veive breathes, offering her a bright smile as he finishes tying the ribbon and crystal over his choker- hopefully they'd serve as some kind of beacon. "Now, we should-" But she's already gone, chasing after the female Hunter without another word. He's frozen a bit in surprise, having not expected her to be the type- but there's no time to ponder that now. "Alex, stay close to me, please. I can protect you better that way~" With this, Veive reaches for his hand and begins pulling him along in an effort to catch up to Lilah. Alex's vampire speed is no doubt a definite boon in this instance, and he can more than likely find Lilah within a minute- But Veive doesn't quite share this ability, and it's too chaotic for them to split up further. And there's still a possibility that Alex would catch a stray weapon in the melee-
To prevent this, Veive begins the trying task of creating a 'bubble' of sorts that distorts the space around them. It's a rather rudimentary defensive tactic that he'd developed as a child in an effort to dissuade bullies and he's rarely found it necessary to use on a larger scale. By expanding his awareness of the 'space' in which he occupies, Veive can instinctively lock onto any foreign bodies that may breach his safe space and repel them by widening the perceived distance. This ability has never been used when multitasking, so he finds that he must temporarily crouch behind an overturned car to speak to Alex. "I can't shield us and think at the same time-" The words are accompanied with a sheepish smile while he runs a hand through vibrant disheveled hair. "Could you lead me? We need to make sure Lilah and the others are okay~" Veive cants his head and lifts their joined hands with a wink. "I've got your back! And all of your sides, really-"
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Post by spiderlace on Jan 11, 2020 3:19:14 GMT -5
//So I'm just going to go ahead and say that I'm loving everyone's posts right now~! I mean I always do, but the recent ones in particular~ You can 100% dump all of your headcanons on me, Star- and everyone else! ~
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Post by mossecho on Jan 11, 2020 3:59:19 GMT -5
[[ Hey all! Love the battle so far, sorry for being pretty inactive. I'll be more active during the weekend, but finals are coming (dear lord), so just as a slight heads up I might peter out through next week and into about the middle of the week either that. Or I'll become more active as I procrastinate on studying, we'll see xD Anyhow, my post will be up soon, just wanted to say this whole spiel really fast. ]]
[[ Also feel free to message me for any of my headcanons about vampires! I can respond to messages a lot more than I can RP, just since it takes less time to write up. ]]
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Post by spiderlace on Jan 11, 2020 4:05:29 GMT -5
//Welcome back~ I'll be sending you good vibes for finals! I'm about to take a major test too so I know how it feels :')
//I'll be sure to, thanks!
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Post by mossecho on Jan 11, 2020 5:00:20 GMT -5
Alex, still in shock from the sheer sensory overload, allowed himself to be pulled along. He was aware of what was happening, but it was all still far away. While Alex knew he was in the midst of a battle, moving about the vague perimeter, he could not truly connect with the urgency of the situation. He was watching the chaos from above, like some omnipotent god. Problem was that he was not a god, far from it, and certainly not so detached from the goings-on around him and his new acquaintance. Goodness. He had started out so well, and here he was. Stuck in the middle of a battle, unable to take a breath. If he did, he would smell everything all over again.
A burning feeling buried itself into his lungs. Vampires could last a while without breathing (Alex himself had gone ten minutes when he was younger), but eventually they would have to inhale. Besides, it was still insanely uncomfortable not to breathe. It cut off the most vital sense: smell. Without that, a vampire was so much more vulnerable. It fully informed them of what was happening around them. Sight and sound could be manipulated, scent could not. As Alex got tugged along by Vieve—oh dear goodness what is he doing why can't I do anything why why why this is so awful—, the vampire tried to focus on everything aside the battle. He kept the handkerchief pressed tightly to his nose, the lowest corner just slightly covering his mouth. He focused on the wool, soft and carefully cared for, and the feel of Vieve's hands. Light, balanced, pressing but not pressuring. Comforting, in some weird way. A slightly horrifying way, a very vulnerable way.
Once they were behind the car (compact silver Kimura, released three years ago, he thought), Alex removed the handkerchief from his mouth. He folded it up quickly with one hand and passed it back to Vieve. The other continued to hold Vieve's hand tightly, as if it was a lifeline. Because it was. "Thank you," his voice a slight gasp as he took a small breath.
Blood. Dying. Smoke, fire, ash, explosions, gone. Magic and iron and wood and blood. Everything all at once. There was an angel and her child crying, a hunter grasping his crunched legs, an elemental's fire being literally extinguished and another hunter crying bloody murder. Again, literally. Alex uncurled from what he had not realized was a rather hunched position, his back tucked into a compact c-shape. He listened intently to Vieve, trying to focus on his voice and not on the chaos only feet away. Inches away. He smiled when Vieve winked, horribly embarrassed by his reaction. Yet Vieve seemed so alright, so competent. Alex was just a mess. A mess trying to prove that he was not a mess.
"I think she is a little ways that way," Alex pointed vaguely towards where he smelled her, closer to the heart of the battle. He stood up and pulled on Vieve's hand, trying not to be too forceful in an effort to get them both back on their feet. With his other hand, now free and handkerchief-less, Alex yanked on a pipe running along the car's underbelly. He pulled the vehicle up onto its side so it offered a bit more shielding for the now-standing pair. Trying to map out the best route from their present location to Lilah, Alex took another deep breath. Again, blood, dying, smoke, iron, magic, the whole lot. And a vague pathway.
Alex let go of Vieve's hand, instead wrapping that arm around the other's shoulders. He readjusted, trying to secure the pair, and then ran. Alex was not the quickest of his kind, but still fast enough to move in a vague blur. He slowed down a bit for Vieve's sake, unsure and wary of the possible whiplash or vomiting (how did other species handle that speed? Alex had no idea), but still desperate to get to Lilah's side. He stopped once they were only a few paces away, letting go of Vieve and ceasing his breathing once more. Surely he could handle another minute or so without the battle's bombardment.
[[ Tell me if you'd like to edit anything, also took a few liberties but tried to minimize them ]]
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Post by Amber on Jan 11, 2020 11:52:49 GMT -5
(Funny you should mention this because I was thinking about doing this for angels. From what I've found, it seems only invertebrates like spiders and crustaceans have hemocyanin, but that doesn't mean a mammal couldn't have it in magic land.
If we don't want to wrap our heads around trying to make hemocyanin work with demons, angels, and wizards, using normal red blood cells is fine. Perhaps it could be a case where small, trace amounts of iron wouldn't effect them.)
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Post by Protractor on Jan 11, 2020 12:22:19 GMT -5
(Any where I can yeet my child
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2020 12:23:28 GMT -5
Feel free to yeet him at Clarisse. She’s just standing. XD)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2020 12:27:30 GMT -5
Ok, jumping on this train. Instead of changing the blood cells (though that would be really cool), maybe those species could function best at low levels of anemia. Perhaps blood letting was a way to combat iron in the blood and it led to an adaption in those particular species. They would need less blood to function at a normal level, thus reducing the affects of the iron in their body.
EDIT: because Alex can hold his breath, right? It would be neat if vampires or the other species needs less oxygen to function. Lack of iron leads to less oxygen being taken up in the blood which causes anemia. Could be a cool adaption if we don’t want to completely switch the blood cells all together. XD)
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Post by Protractor on Jan 11, 2020 12:35:02 GMT -5
(I can prolly throw em at you sometime later today
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2020 12:40:27 GMT -5
well, they wouldn’t necessarily be blood letting anymore. It’s just that vamps (just using them as an example now) of old used that to combat the issue and realized that they functioned better at low levels of oxygenated blood because of the lack of iron. Then slowly, those species just evolved into that state???? I don’t know. XD It was just a thought. Works better in my head. XD)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2020 12:47:41 GMT -5
{ If that were the case, I think they would probably have just evolved to have red blood cells that contain less iron, instead of having to bleed. EDIT: That would be pretty cool. Actually though, now that I’m thinking more about it, needing less oxygen would make sense in the case of angels at least. Hemocyanin might actually be justified then. Since angels can fly, and I imagined them living in sky cities (idk if that was the idea though), they would love in a place of lower temperature and air pressure. Also, how the different blood bases affect vampires could be interesting. If they have hemoglobin and some species have hemocyanin, would they only be able to ingest hemoglobin-based blood? } Yeah, because if those cells only work with a efficiency of 25% then the species with the adaption wouldn’t necessarily need the other 75%. The angels point is super interesting to me. It would make complete sense for them to need less oxygen because of their environment and they would have adapted to that regardless of the iron issue. Wait now that I’m thinking of it, are vampires aren’t even weak to iron. XD Wow. I messed that up in my head. But yes, it would still be a limit to their consumption abilities.) |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2020 13:01:43 GMT -5
Just whenever Chloroform. Take your time!) |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2020 13:10:47 GMT -5
You didn’t Star. XD We’re all spitballing ideas here. I didn’t take it personally at all. Considering that this is a magical world, anything is possible really. So a hybrid could work in theory. If we want to go a more science based route then those hybrid’s offspring would probably be sterile. Truthfully the first cross wouldn’t work regardless because of the blood type difference. However, it we wanted to do it for the purpose of creating alternate sources of oxygen intake, then sterile offspring might be something that needs to be considered.) |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2020 13:22:22 GMT -5
Oh then yeah, why not?? XD If it’s a linked trait to one species than it could totally work. OR we could reverse uno the magical science here and say that because they have both traits (the hemocyanin and hemoglobin) that they could mingle outside their species and it would be that hybrid ( the two blood x one blood cross) generation that wouldn’t be able to mingle. That might be too technical for our purposes though. XD Probably best to keep it simple. ) |
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Post by Amber on Jan 11, 2020 14:02:24 GMT -5
(I've been lurking for the past while, but I really like the ideas you guys have been suggesting. The thought of a hybrid system crossed my mind as well because of the oxygen and because the higher you go the colder it gets. If I'm remembering correctly a lot of animals in cooler climates tend to have different colored blood due to those cold temperatures. Admittedly I haven't done a whole lot of research on it, really just skimming through, so I'm not entirely sure if that was the case.
With this discussion, I do wonder just how far magic could go when it comes to the medical field, especially considering angel healing vs wizarding magic. If someone is sterile would there be a way via magic they could have kids? Could whole limbs be grown back? What about terminal illnesses/conditions or autoimmune diseases? Could someone be brought back from the brink of death and would there be a cost to whoever does the healing? I mean I know I'm overthinking it and we really don't need to go that deep, but it is interesting to think about. Also Spider mentioned their character was a med student, so these are some things to think about I suppose.
Lastly, just how twisted can things get with magic? Could there be a Frankenstien situation, or even the creatation of a Lovecraftian-style horror?)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2020 14:22:04 GMT -5
That could be a super interesting dynamic and if we just kind of neglected what we know about blood types, it could function in the same way that genetic traits do.
Though the concept of magic melding with the science of medicine could, like Amber suggests, probably overcome many common diseases. There would have to be a limit to the capabilities however so the magic doesn't become a cure-all.)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2020 15:18:22 GMT -5
Agreed! I’m out for some errands so I’ll be back on later! ) |
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Post by spiderlace on Jan 12, 2020 3:41:18 GMT -5
//aish you guys are reminding me that I'm supposed to be entering medical school soon :') rip please don't expect me to know anything I'm still dumb
//But honestly, I'm really impressed with all your research and I enjoyed reading your back-&-forth~ Just let me know what you guys ultimately come up with!
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Post by spiderlace on Jan 12, 2020 3:48:12 GMT -5
//hey don't finish up without letting me beat up V a little too~
I normally always have my characters as the underdog in their first appearances so that their later growth is more notable- and because it's fun to let everyone underestimate them- but I think I might go the inverse with V because he's a special case- so he won't get hurt too badly~
//also hope you guys don't mind that I'm bringing in another character to be a recurring thorn in everyone's side- and possibly altering the plot a little? I just thought the attack was too coordinated and convenient for the Hunters-
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Veive dimpled when Alex returned his wink with a smile, reflexively giving his hand what he hoped to be a reassuring squeeze. While the vampire puts on an impressive show, the panic darkens his gaze and the feeling of being utterly off-kilter is almost palpable in the air around them- Though Veive only knows because he's shrunk his focus to one thought. One entity. The entirety of his being is locked in on the vampire- screams, the coppery scent of blood and cacophony of bullet hails and wanton destruction, shouts and cries and drastic changes in air temperature & pressure- Everything else falls to the wayside. They're only to be remarked upon distantly; acknowledging a fly buzzing by your ear but not even affording it the importance to swat it away. His mind enters an amorphous state that is devoid even of elements of calm. It has seen him through many a trial- though he may admit later that none yet compared to this-
Gone- almost, but not quite- as he is, it takes a moment of dedicated tugging for the vampire to pull him to his feet. Veive smiles reflexively again, misty gaze probing the features of Alex's face for further insight into his feelings. "Thank you, Alex~" His gaze slants momentarily to appreciate the ease with which he lifted the half-smashed vehicle. A beat. "I'm afraid that I'll have to rely on you a bit longer~ I hope you don't mind?"
He blinked in confusion when Alex released his hand, a bit lost without the connection- but catches on to his intent when he wraps an arm around his shoulders and sets out at a speed several notches above their previous one. Veive can't move quickly whilst manipulating his elements, but by sharpening his focus and reducing the space in which he operated, he managed to instinctively continue his invisible shielding. Anything and everything outside of their bodies is to be considered a hazard and repelled, so they manage to make it through the outer reaches of the violence entirely unscathed. It also helped that Veive is difficult to categorize based on sight alone; he isn't winged, shifting, wielding a wand, hurling flames, or using any other notable elements. His eyes might be mistaken for the rosy hue of a vampire, but he isn't fully matching his companion's speed and nor is he affected by the odd wooden stake launched via compound crossbows.
Though he does his best to avoid confrontations of all kinds, Veive has always been able to rely on his ambiguity when it comes down to it. There are some who are familiar enough with his kind to assume that he is an air elemental and treat him accordingly, however- and unfortunately, the approaches to capturing one aren't too dissimilar from those of his true element. Or at least one of them-
Somehow, Alex and Veive's movements hadn't gone unnoticed, and they're intercepted as soon as the vampire stops to point out their wizard- in view but not quite within reach. Another stake is fired at the vampire's chest before either can take a breath and Veive's attention is reflexively arrested by this immediate threat. As such, he completely misses the sudden crack! of a whip as it slithers across the ground to encircle one of his ankles almost simultaneously. The stake veers wildly into the skull of an approaching Hunter as leather lined with gold cuts deep into his boot- he only has time to telekinetically push Alex out of the way before he's sent careering into the side of a brick building with a strength that shouldn't be- isn't human.
Everything is dark- until it isn't, and Veive coughs up dust as he dimly registers being dragged by his foot across uneven ground. Pain reverberates throughout his entire body and blood smears the right side of his face. It feels as if his brain is sloshing around within its dubious confines and he has to fight down the urge to vomit. Veive forces himself to hum instead, despite the ominous echoing in his skull. He's jerked to a stop by a boot on his thigh, only peripherally noting shouting and further sounds of battle in the background as he peers up at a blurred, smiling face. He can't seem to put the varied features together but he knows. Those aren't human eyes.
The whip loosens from around his boot and is idly swung back into a gloved hand, already speckled with dark blood. "Haha~ You're really gonna make it easy on me, huh~?" Those same gloved fingers reach for the crystal at his throat. Veive opens his mouth and lightning flares behind closed eyelids.
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Till then I'll be lurking!)
WOOWWW! Congrats Dreamer!!! That is so exciting!! Please take your time to be with your family and don't worry! 
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