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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 1, 2022 20:41:49 GMT -5
Hello and welcome to the WCRP's first All Forums Roleplay. As a special spooky month, this RP is completely Jump-in. All characters (human, cat, neither) are welcome. The premise? A spooky, haunted house at the corner of the forest! Strange things are happening and many characters have gotten invites to attend this unusual building. Explore the area! Discover what strange creatures lurk in the shadows. The Rules: Do whatever with this prompt that you like. Create as large or as small of interactions within this RP thread as you would like! There are no word limits. This thread will close November 1st. There are no prizes, but the time limit is meant to test what a short and special RP session might look like! Have fun!  |
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Post by Brownie on Oct 1, 2022 22:54:05 GMT -5
Gloria - Courtyard - Open
It was dark.
It was always dark, here. She didn't know why, it just was and knowing was enough. Eyes adjusted to the gloom after a while, though you never stopped seeing shadows flickering in the fog and Gloria's attention pulled to them even now, three days waiting at the manor, when she knew the smoke held nothing to fear but tricks.
At least, nothing that she'd seen so far.
Gloria took a deep breath and pulled her shawl tighter over her shoulders, hunkering in towards the fire for the meager warmth it provided. The ember's glow didn't reach far: the gloom choked it, held it close, pulled the shadows closer. If anything, the dim light only made the courtyard darker at the edges. Hedges rustled soft susurus in the eerie breeze. Hopefully the others would arrive soon. I'm not going in alone, she thought, determined in that one thing. "If no one arrives by tomorrow morning, I'm turning right around, rumors of riches or no." She spoke softly, so the breeze could swallow the words. She didn't want anything else to hear.
Thistlescar - Shed - Open
Thistlescar scowled into the darkness, his dark, amber eyes only faintly brighter than the shadows as the half-demon tomcat peeked from the cracked shed window. Seeing nothing, he turned back to the shed's interior, where Murkshadow was counting their supplies. The vampire seemed to glow in the dim, closed space, his light brown pelt a startling patch of brightness in the shadows. Only Murkshadow's toes, black as pitch, were invisible: it was as if the tomcat was hovering in the air, his legs ending in stumps where his paws would be.
"Anything?" Murkshadow asked, his voice scratchy and torn from twice-broken vocal cords. Thick, crossing scars covered the vampire's throat, shining even brighter than his color-drained fur, than his empty, pinkish-red eyes. Those kinds of injuries would be fatal to a normal cat --even as a half-demon, Thistlescar didn't know if he'd be able to heal through that-- and even Murkshadow had spent nearly a moon recovering from the nasty seraph encounter. But it was hard to kill a blooded vampire: that's why Murkshadow was here.
Thistlescar shook his head as he hopped down from the barrel and onto the shed's floor. "Not yet," Thistlescar said, his own voice deep, a rumbling whisper that kept the sound close. They'd come to slay a demon, a force of darkness that has been haunting the edge of these woods had finally taken up residence here: the manor practically glowed with demonic energy. They had to oust it before it firmly rooted itself in this place. A demon in its den would be impossible to take on, no matter how many S-class mercenaries and near-immortal vampires they had.
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Heterosexual
Fireclaw
“When there is nothing left to hold onto, hold onto you faith.” #GodisGood
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Post by Fireclaw on Oct 2, 2022 1:18:42 GMT -5
William ‘Billy’ Nash
The tall man didn’t know what he was thinking. He absolutely hated horror movies, haunted houses, and generally speaking, ALL things spooky. And here he was, looking from a distance at a building that could of been conjured up from some of his worst nightmares: A large deserted manor, pitch black darkness, more fog than he was comfortable with, and flickering shadows that would keep your imagination dancing and your nerves on edge.
’Thats it, I've finally done it. I’ve lost my mind.’ He thought to himself. He had no business doing what he was about to do, but times were tough for him, and there’s been more than a few rumors of the treasures hidden within this building from hell. As the breeze picked up, Billy pulled his hood farther over his head, his beanie needing help keeping him warm.
As he quietly approached, he heard a girls voice mixed in with a cool breeze and rustling of the leaves. Billy felt his skin prickle, his hair stand on end, but yet he steeled his nerves and edged closer. As he tentatively turned a corner, he seen the flickering of a small fire, and a dark silhouette of a body. If this was a ghost, he was already as good as dead anyways, so he gently called out to them. “Care if I join you? This breeze has an eerie chill to it.” He stepped forward a little more so that the person could see him, but not so close that they might get afraid right off the bat. |
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Post by swallowtail on Oct 2, 2022 3:23:26 GMT -5
Crystal & Obsidian & Marble
Garden
The three pups scuttled across the grassy patch of land silently. Their tails, paws and ear-tips were pitch black blending in with the darkness. Their eyes glowed eerily with a florescent emerald blue, and their claws were white as pure light. But their coat shined and shimmered with wavering hues of bright orange, fiery ginger and glowing amber. Three strips of glistening golden shined brightly on their coats in the night, and fire illuminated from it. Like actual fire.
That was where they got their name, the Fire Foxes. Obsidian and Crystal felt sorry for the normal foxes' pitiful colouring. Marble... not so much. One would think of the time he pushed three foxes down a cliff. The fox tribes had got into wars with that. But he... didn’t seem to care.
“Are we there yet?”
Obsidian sighed. Sometimes Marble made him think that he and Crystal were fifteen moons older. Or even more.
“No! Just be patient!”
Okay, scrap that. Sometimes Crystal and Marble made him think he was fifteen moons older.
“Is this really your idea of inconspicuous?” he hissed.
“With our fire, we aren’t really doing well otherwise, I’d say.”
Obsidian’s face turned red as a beetroot at Crystal’s comment.. “You could have given the order, you know?”
Together, the three Fire Foxes muttered a quiet incantation, and the three (literally) melted into darkness. The swirling black from their paws slowly overtook the flames of their coat, and they soon dissipated into black.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2022 7:41:31 GMT -5
Phantom - Jump-in w/Gloria - Courtyard<><><>He moved through the shadows, unseen and unheard. It was a dark time, literally. Within the long years of living here and the endless jumpscares he had learned that on the first day of pumpkin-flower season this place was hid from the world and only ones with a special note could enter as well as escape. He had lost his letter long ago, and with his carelessness he had brought immortality, fear, knowledge of terrible things, strange powers, and shame.
The canine carried his heavyset frame with pride as he jumped one of the many fallen walls to enter the Courtyard. But this time, something was stirring by the emberlight, the one of five light sources in the lair. He stalked forward, his paws as silent as snowfall, his longer fangs bared in a threatening way though he meant to harm.
"What brings you to this place?" He glared at the soul, his echoing growl sending chips of stone and clouds of dust falling behind them. Phantom thought he would no better, as he knew beings were usually hidden from one another for a reason, and if they should meet the seeking one would die...or so he thought. He refused to step out of the shadows, fearing the worst would come.
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Post by Brownie on Oct 2, 2022 15:34:18 GMT -5
Gloria -- Courtyard -- Billy & Phantom@fluffystar @firestar3
Gloria, rather than startling, sighed in relief at the voice. "Please, the emberlight provides some safety." Her shawl was still pulled tightly around her shoulders, hiding her narrow frame from the first adventurer. "I was starting to think no one would come," she admitted, a joke hidden in her voice. Gloria took stock of the newcomer, hoping he'd be able to pull his weight once they left the emberlight and went into the manor proper. I wonder what brought him here, she thought. The second voice was far less welcomed, a growl from the darkness. Gloria did startle at that, gripping tightly at the wand concealed under her shawl. "I don't answer to shadows," she snapped, her voice rough but unyielding. "Enter the emberlight, and then we'll talk." No creature could do harm in the emberlight: it was a circle of safety in the darkness, and the only reason Gloria could camp soundly enough in the courtyard of such a haunted building. Murkshadow -- Shed -- openmentions Firefoxes swallowtail (cuties!!)
Murkshadow swapped places with Thistlescar, taking the half-demon's place at the window to watch the yard as Thistlescar sorted through their supply of silver coins and holy water --substances that only he could touch, that, as a vampire, burned Murkshadow. He was better on watch either way. The vampire's eyes cut through the darkness as if it were in plain sunlight, showing the contents of even the darkest shadows. Three lights, when he glimpsed them in the far distance, were blinding as suns. He hissed and blinked, but by the time his eyes were opened again, the lights had dimmed, showing only three small creatures. Firefoxes. He called down to Thistlescar, noting the newcomers. "But they're still far off," he added. Unlike many beasts, the Firefoxes were not evil, they, like cats, hunted to eat and survive. So long as the cats didn't bother them, he doubted they would spare the effort chasing them, even if this group looked like a trio of kits. Murkshadow kept his eyes on them anyways. Waiting.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2022 16:39:14 GMT -5
Courtyard - Phantom & Gloria
He growled, standing to his full height, wings flared. He reluctantly placed a large paw into the light, then his "mane", and finally, his large, broad head. "Happy now, witch?" Phantom snarled, raising his head revealing himself in all his majesty.
"Now answer my question." The snarl was more demanding and unpleasent. "Why are you here?" He wanted to know how one he had never seen could see him now. Phantom pondered whether this creature would die the same way she had, but then again, he did not know this thing so it didn't matter to him.
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Heterosexual
Fireclaw
“When there is nothing left to hold onto, hold onto you faith.” #GodisGood
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Post by Fireclaw on Oct 2, 2022 16:52:08 GMT -5
• William ‘Billy’ Nash • Courtyard • Gloria & Phantom •
Billy gave Gloria a warm smile as he approached, sitting on the opposite side of the flames. “Thank you.” he said as he slipped off the small backpack he was wearing, setting it neatly beside him. “So..... what brings you to this.... place?” He inquired, leaning back until his body rested up against a tall stone pillar. He was starting to finally calm his nerves, nice warm fire in front of him, and someone, who at least appears friendly, to talk to, though that changed way too quickly.
It was a growl that Billy heard, loud and threatening. It came from someplace behind him, but the man dared not turn his head around the pillar to look. ’Is this how it ends? Before I can even get started?’ He thought to himself as his chest raced. He nervously looked at Gloria through the flickering flames as she spoke, wondering how could she sound so brave in this instant? He hurriedly put on a brave face, a simple facade so that he wouldn’t look less of a man than some might think. |
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Post by Brownie on Oct 2, 2022 17:42:55 GMT -5
Gloria -- Courtyard -- Billy & Phantom@fluffystar Fireclaw
At least she could answer both questions at once, though she narrowed her eyes warily at the canine creature as it entered the emberlight --at least it could enter the light, which meant it couldn't harm her. At least while the emberlight remained lit. "There's a treasure in the manor," Gloria said, still gripping the wand in her hand tightly enough that her hand ached. "And a bounty out to retrieve it, for any brave enough to enter during the Dark time."Not that she really thought of herself as brave, not really. She'd been hoping there would be many fools that would take the attention off her, though as the days had went on without another soul, Gloria had been forced to recognize that she might have to take a bigger role in the adventure than she'd originally anticipated. The winged canine intimidated her, but she set a stern face as she replied, looking him in the eye. Gloria still wasn't happy being called witch, even if that was the technical term for her profession nowadays, and she channeled that anger into her gaze, even if she doubted she could make him flinch. [[ Just as a note, I might make a few different groups for people to join, and they don't have to be in the same world. Some can be fantasy, others more realistic, some that are hunting treasures and others fighting ghosts. We should feel free to keep worldbuilding semi-regular within a group, but to be creative between the different groups! ]]
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Post by Hushabye on Oct 2, 2022 17:50:50 GMT -5
-| CHARLEMAGNE, SAINT
|- "How wonderfully oppressive~"
He muses, taking a few more steps back to better capture the entirety of the manor's foregrounds. Even the light of a full ochre moon struggles to penetrate the fog that clings to tangled topiaries and twisted gates. The shadows are almost a physical thing, wearing down on those who attempt to escape them. The entire building might as well have been cloaked in them for how difficult it was to find. What should be an ominous silence is periodically broken by a series of clicks and whirs.
"Would you mind bringing the light closer?"
Charlemagne angles his camera upward to hone in on what he thought to be a figure in one of the windows. The rapid approach of his lantern almost makes him believe it was a trick of the light.
"Did you see that?"
He turns to beam at his companion, who makes no secret of how tiresome he finds the whole affair.
"None of this is necessary." Saint growls, canine ears lying flat in irritation. As the only one of the two with an official invitation, he'd been coerced into accompanying his apprentice on the excursion- One that is turning out to be as tedious as he'd feared.
"It is!" The younger man insists. "This is an anomaly that must be well-documented for future study. The Chantry wants to know everything down to the origin of its bricks and mortar." Charlemagne might not be the only representative investigating the 'haunted' building and its grounds, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't contribute as much as he is able. They're the only team tasked with the entrance at this time, after all.
"Ah, speaking of-"
Charlemagne scoops out a shard of cobblestone that he'd pocketed earlier and takes a few licks before Saint can stop him.
"Do Not-"
"Hmm, that's rather unexpected~"
He returns it to its place and allows his camera to dangle from his neck as he retrieves one of many notepads and scribbles out his findings by the faint light of their oil lantern.
"Aren't we here to 'rescue' your...friend?"
"Enemy." Charlemagne corrects automatically. "And that was just an excuse to come along. I hope he rots in there." He says all of this rather nonchalantly, a faint quirk to plush lips at the thought of an otherwise upright man being forever assailed by evil spirits. Saint gives him a droll look, thinking not for the first time that he'd rather a more pious disciple. The docile-looking youth had come highly recommended, a testament to his guile.
"...right. You've taken countless pictures of the same building for the better part of an hour now. I'm ready to move on."
"Of course!" He claps ivory-gloved hands and retrieves the invitation letter from within the folds of his priest's robes. "Our second step is centered around more personalized reconnaissance~" Charlemagne waves the papers toward a distant light, valiantly combating the darkness. "We must interview others who have been summoned as well. It is natural that someone of your caliber should be invited to such a place, but I wonder how many other exorcists have been hailed." His impossibly fluffy tail swishes with excitement.
Saint suppresses a groan. Of the pair, Charlemagne is the extrovert more prone to making connections yet he often drags his mentor into his many schemes and parlays. He should have known there was an ulterior motive for being offered the acolyte's coveted Hangover Tea this morning.
"Go ahead then." His no-nonsense tone makes this an order, and Charlemagne pouts but dips his head in acquiescence. "Yes master, I will return shortly."
And then, because he's petty, the little snollygoster snares the paper bag of cinnamon rolls that Saint was intending to eat in his absence and darts out of reach. He shoves one in his mouth with a muffled laugh and then twirls to avoid Saint's aggravated swipe before haring away.
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Charlemagne doesn't stop until the rumbling of Saint's snarls has faded, still smiling to himself as he carefully refolds the bag of his prizes closed and sets it upon a nearby rock. He then runs fingers through his jaw-length toffee colored hair to ensure its neatness and smooths out imaginary wrinkles in his white and red robes. His tail is curled before him so that he can also give it a few qualifying strokes, ensuring the fur continues to catch the moon's light just so. First impressions are important, after all~ Especially if there's a chance of meeting his master's contemporaries.
And because it's also possible that he would encounter the exact opposite; Charlemagne tightens the rosaries under his billowing sleeves and re-secures the daggers, stakes, and other such instruments that his loose-fitting attire conceals. He scoops up the bag of offerings and sets out in the direction of voices in closest proximity to himself, relying on black-tipped ears to guide him through the gloom.
[ My characters are kemonomimi, not anthros!
And that's a great idea, Brownie! I guess I'm in the ghost-busting group then! ]
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Post by Brownie on Oct 2, 2022 19:24:53 GMT -5
Kye, Grünewald, Hogg -- Arbor -- Open"Ghost exorcists" Hushabye
"Shouldn't we be quieter?" Kye muttered, their face turned away from the firelight as they watched the manor. Shadows crept in the windows and Kye saw ghosts in every one. Hogg snorted. "Quiet fer what?" he said. Hogg's voice sounded like a dog trying to speak while gargling salt water. "Ghosts stay in haunts, they can't see us here." Here was a broken and termite-ridden pavilion in the gardens behind the manor. It was as good of a campsite as anywhere else, Kye supposed, though it was out in the open. That wasn’t necessarily a downside, they thought, their skin crawling as they remembered their trek down the narrow forest track; at least in the open yard, they would see anything trying to approach. A winking light caught their eye, moving through the yard like a lightning bug. The lantern's light showed the edges of a person --two, Kye corrected, as the light was blocked by another figure momentarily and then restored. “We have company,” Kye warned their companions, though they didn’t particularly think the two exorcists would care if a giant came waltzing in, asking for tea. Grünewald waved them forward, busy sharpening a large hunting knife. Kye didn’t know why he had the knife, it certainly wasn’t any good against ghosts. “You deal with ‘em, greenie. Tell ‘em this hunt’s for professionals only. And do a good job scaring them off, ya hear, greenie? Too much stinkin’ paperwork if some teen pranksters get themselves possessed.” Kye sighed and nodded, brushing the dust off their pants as they stood and descended the creaking arbor’s steps, cringing before every footfall as if preempting the inevitable crack of the wood. But they descended to the lawn safely enough and set off to meet the figure in the yard. The two figures had separated, leaving the one with the lantern behind as another strode directly towards their camp. Kye stopped and waited for them to approach, wanting to be close enough to flee, but far enough that they didn’t have to worry about Hogg overhearing. It was dark, too dark for them to see very well, but even then it was impossible to miss the fact that this newcomer, while young, wasn’t some teen hooligan. He was dressed in robes, immaculately presented, and they didn’t miss the tail that flicked behind as he walked. Kye paled. A real exorcist? He certainly carried himself like someone who belonged here, unlike Kye’s companions, who had been camped in the arbor, waiting for some moon alignment before they would enter the haunted manor. Kye was only now starting to think that it might have all been an excuse and that Hogg and Grünewald didn’t have any idea how to banish ghosts at all. [[ I don't want to overextend, but I'll give ya some exorcists to interview~ No need to drag them aboard if ya don't wanna, they're just there for ~flavor~ Feel free to walk up to the other group instead too, I'm just here to give options and keep this place varied enough for more people to feel welcomed (; ]]
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Post by Hushabye on Oct 2, 2022 20:33:29 GMT -5
-| CHARLEMAGNE, SAINT -- Arbor -- Open"Exorcists" |- Dusky rose eyes brighten as one member of the encampment takes initiative in approaching. A ready smile adorns warm cherubic features, the brunet adjusting his stride and posture to match. The figure moved with apparent reluctance, stopping at what may be a strategic halfway point between their camp and the overgrown gardens that Charlemagne had navigated. So he shortened his strides and rounded his shoulders somewhat so as to further appear nonthreatening- his unfortunate height and svelte stature takes care of most of it- forcing his eager tail to be still. He is sure to step into a puddle of moonlight once close enough to have a comfortable conversation, clasping the letter loosely in front of him so that it is visible but not obtrusive.
"Good evening! What a pleasure it is to find more friendly souls out and about on such a peculiar night~"
The brunet kisses his right fist and places it over his heart. "I am Novice Charlemagne, but you are welcome to call me Charlie! My attire may give me away-" He offers a sheepish smile, "-so as you may have guessed, I am on duty regarding the potential otherworldly dangers of this estate. Might I inquire as to your business here? An ally would be very welcome! And if not that, I would appreciate any observations or advice you may share."
He wiggles the bag of frosting-covered treats enticingly, "I wouldn't mind 'sweetening' the deal either~"
[ Sure, thanks! ^^ ] |
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Post by swallowtail on Oct 3, 2022 1:13:28 GMT -5
Crystal & Obsidian & Marble
Shed - Thistlescar and Murkshadow
The foxes raced about the garden wildly, leaving only fierce, wild wind and trails of trample grass in their trail. The garden was soon covered with these, as the foxes zipped around at a furious pace. The speed would mek anyone dizzy, if they could see them. Being Darkness was nice. It meant you could go as fast as you wanted.
Truthfully, a nice pelt was not the only advantage of being a Fire Fox. There were... other advantages. Some, even Obsidian had been guilty of boasting of. Who could stop boasting when you were so fabulous?
On one accord they sprang in one direction, as if someone had given an order. In fact, someone had. Obsidian preferred signals over verbal communication. And it was useful no one else could see.
Sounds from the shed had not gone unnoticed. All at once, the three foxes materialized in the shed, filling the shed with fiery light. The fire on their pelt lit up again, brighter and stronger than before. The foxes eyes lit up, giving off a double ray of jade blue. The darkness faded back to their paws and tail, their ear-tips still remaining eerily colourless for the moment - it would come back later. But first, introductions.
“Hey, ‘sup?”
[guess i’m in fantasy, then. i’m keen on making a few ghosts, would that be of interest for the ghost exorcists peeps? feel free to bust my ghosts at any time(lol it feels weird saying that). watch out, though, they’ll be pretty powerful] |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2022 7:41:22 GMT -5
Courtyard - Billy, Gloria, & Phantom
He laughed, a terrible, mocking laugh, "Treasure," He sneered, "Is that what your letter said?" He circled both the mortals, tail twitching. "I've heard of no such treasure, and haven't seen it in all my years living here."
Phantom turned to walk away from these greedy scavengers, but something made him turn back towards them. "Treasure I have not heard of, but the Soul-fire stone, I have." He refused to say what it was for unless asked, but he described it just to see what would happen. "It is a large, beautiful, as well as dangerous. Some say that if you listen you will here the screams of the souls lost to this awful place." He looked around, his ears twitching desperatly, as though litsening for something hidden away.
He turned to the second figure, a petrified man. He smelled of fear, which Phantom decided to put to the test with a story of his. "I doubt you'll find the Soul-fire stone, even if you did live to see the next winter morning." He growled placing his muzzle closer to the shape, baring his fangs. "Normally in this place other souls are hidden from each other, but what happens when others meet? One of them dies."
Phantom laid down while he let the emberlight warm his paws. Slowly, and if ever so slowly, he began to take the form of a normally wolf, brindled black and gray with a small white marking on his chest. His wings, huge size, and long fangs were gone, all that remained was a old-looking wolf, sleeping unstirred.
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Heterosexual
Fireclaw
“When there is nothing left to hold onto, hold onto you faith.” #GodisGood
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Post by Fireclaw on Oct 3, 2022 11:18:12 GMT -5
• Billy • Courtyard • Gloria & Phantom •
Billy felt confusion start to mix in with his fear. Everything seemed to take an absurd twist, a dog with wings, no no no, a talking dog with wings, as well this girl pulling out what looked like a normal stick to him. And then Lord Demon Puppy, as he named him, started talking about Witches and Soul-fire stones? He didn’t know what was going on, and every second that passed, Billy knew that he didn’t belong here, though he wasn’t about to turn back now.
Forcing his gaze away from Phantom, Billy leaned around the fire and whispered to Gloria “I don’t think the weird puppy wants to play fetch.” and motioned towards the wand. As he leaned back again, Billy was surprised to see Phantoms face mere inches away from his. “Oh hello...” he commented nervously, swallowing hard. The man was unable to advert his gaze as Phantom spoke in a threatening manner, barring his fangs at Billy. Then the beast pulled away, transformed into a wolf, and fell asleep. ’He can transform, because why not.’ Billy thought to himself as he quietly scooted around the campfire, away from the sleeping wolf. |
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Post by little blu ♥ on Oct 3, 2022 11:49:35 GMT -5
Littlebriar – approaching the shed
“Miss, I swear, if you drop that vial of holy water, I’ll rip your whiskers out!” The harsh, almost nasally voice cut through the quiet like a blade. The a-rank mercenary curled her lip in response, her teeth clenching on the thin glass between her teeth. Littlebriar's yellow-green eyes glared daggers into Scorchmask, who marched ahead of her, chin lifted as if he were Midnightstar herself. The arrogant little…
“I cannot believe Murkshadow and Thistlescar left us behind to 'scout ahead'! How do they think they’re going to hunt down a demon without an exorcist, hm? Unbelievable,” the thin, oriental tom huffed out, his whip-like tail lashing at the “injustice”. Littlebriar couldn’t help but roll her eyes now, wishing her mouth was clear so she could take the twerp down a few pegs. Mercs could hunt demons without an exorcist’s help – they made the process a bit easier is all. Thistlescar was an s-rank and Murkshadow their deputy, they could most definitely handle themselves. She slid silently through the tall grass, following the scents of her clan mates toward an old shed that sat outside a supposedly demon-infested estate.
The night was full of familiar, comforting sounds for Littlebriar, the chirping song of crickets, and the lone cry of an owl. Every now and again a branch would creak in the wind or a bush would rustle. They were skirting around the edge of the forest, moving in the shadows of the looming trees. Of course, Scorchmask continued to mutter to himself, ruining the peace. "...a shed of all places.... beasts..." Littlebriar bristled, her shoulder fur rising at the insult to her deputy and clan-mate. A growl rattled in her throat, which caused the exorcist to fall blissfully silent. Just in time too. Snap! The molly froze instinctively, her ears straining. A whispered curse, and then the shaking of undergrowth.
Someone or something was in the forest – following them.
The mercenary set down the holy water gently, opening her mouth to warn the exorcist, only to realize he’d marched on, his leopard-spotted pelt nearly disappearing into the gloom of the old abandoned shed. Of course. Wildpath should have come instead. Her mother was ten times the exorcist Scorchmask would ever be. Turning to face the potential threat, the little calico bared her teeth and let her claws slide out of their sheaths. “Show yourself.” There was a pause, as though the stalker was considering their options. Then a pair of apple green eyes peeked out at her from beneath a patch of brambles. Familiar green eyes.
Littlebriar wasn't at all surprised when the brown tabby head popped out next, wearing a sheepish grin. By the time the apprentice had emerged completely, the merc was wavering between amusement and irritation. “H-Hey, Littlebriar…”
“Hawthornpaw, what in the name of StarClan are you doing here?” she asked, her tone dry and exasperated. The tom, who was younger than her by many moons but already eclipsed her in height, still somehow managed to remind her of a naughty kitten. “Does anyone know you’re here?” The way he suddenly became fascinated with his paws told her all she needed to know. Littlebriar let out a long, drawn-out sigh. This was the very last thing their group needed.
The tabby and cream tom cleared his throat and tried to give a cheerful smile to the mercenary. “I wanted to help,” he admitted, giving a little shrug. He padded closer to her, taking a peek at the large manor. She cuffed his ear lightly, and Hawthornpaw gave a snicker, ducking away from her paw. His eyes gleamed with a renewed playfulness, clearly more confident now that he hadn’t been turned away. Brat. Littlebriar supposed there was no helping it now. She was reluctant to send the apprentice home on his own. That was an awful long way to travel, especially at night. She was no stranger to what lurked in the shadows. “Come on then, we have to catch up to the others.”
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Post by Brownie on Oct 3, 2022 12:06:21 GMT -5
(( little blu ♥ mwahahahah my summons worked <3<3 Replies soon, busy until tonight folks~~ )) |
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Post by Hushabye on Oct 3, 2022 18:44:39 GMT -5
[ That sounds fun Swallowtail~!
Though Saint & Charlie don't strictly 'exorcise' ghosts because they're just spirits who need to pass on, so it's usually not a violent affair. A ghost would receive their 'Last Rites' and are occasionally helped with whatever is tethering them to the world- and this is typically done by another faction within the Chantry who specialize in less violent tasks!
The exorcists' primary targets are typically poltergeists, demons, and demonic creatures like vampires. Maybe even the occasional werewolf. And witches too, depending on their alignment! ^^
So feel free to make them powerful, it's more fun that way! ^^ ]
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Post by Brownie on Oct 3, 2022 22:39:46 GMT -5
Gloria -- Courtyard -- Billy & Phantom@fluffystar Fireclaw
Of course, she hadn't expected haunted treasures to come easily. Though she supposed she aught to be grateful that the shadowy beast --less shadows now in the emberlight, without the wings and fangs-- was willing to part with information. A guide would be helpful; certainly, they'd be far less likely to encounter danger at all if there was someone that knew the way. Gloria frowned at the man's joke. Did no one take magic seriously anymore? If anything, witches were the most dangerous in the emberlight: the light only prevented harm, and she could incite much chaos without ever causing harm, like turning them both into frogs. Not that she would be able to do anything after a feat of magic that intense, Gloria didn't have the power for something that draining. But she could. If she had to. Instead, she flicked the wand away, back under her shawl where it belonged. Her lips were tightly pressed, as if she had drank bitter tea, before she found the will to reply. "Thank you for that information, it will be helpful in our quest," Gloria said, as the canine became familiar, wolf-like. She wasn't particularly keen on keeping forth conversation, but she knew from the start that she wouldn't be picking her companions for this venture and it was better to work together. "I'm Gloria, by the way, the witch."Kye -- YardCharlie Hushabye
Okay, now they were certain that Hogg and Grünewald were fools. Or, if they gave the duo the benifit of the doubt, charlatans. This man was certainly more what they had expected from an exorcist and apparently even had paperwork to prove it! Kye doubted either of her other companions were even literate. They let out a sigh of relief. The burden of the job was out of Kye's hands now, and though they were disappointed another opportunity for pay had fallen through, this had been more than they had really signed up for, in their opinion, and they were glad to be off the hook for their bad judgement. "Kye," they introduced themself with a slight bow (it seemed appropriate, okay? though they were grateful of the darkness that concealed the flush of embarassment a heartbeat later) and tried not to imagine how that looked in their days-old dusty travel garb compared to Charlie's robes. "I, uh--" Kye started, looking over their shoulder at the rough camp on the arbor behind them. "We were also here for the ghosts, though I don't believe my companions have any more information than you would." They grimaced. "And I don't know how much help they would be either." They didn't mention that this was their first job, and that Kye knew nothing about ghosts, or exorcisms, or anything more supernatural than a ceremonial curse-warding sigil their sister swore was carved from actual soulstone. "Sorry."Murkshadow & Thistlescar -- ShedFirefoxes swallowtail and HallowedClan little blu ♥
They came upon the shed so quickly even the vampire hardly had time to react, spinning from the window with his hackles raised and claws bared. The Firefoxs' light was blinding to any cat that had been adjusted to the pitch dark, even worse to the vampire's eyes, and Murkshadow hissed in pain and shock. Thistlescar adapted more quickly, the half-demon tomcat's amber eyes reflecting embers from the Firefoxs' flame, the curve of his single, dark horn glinting red in the sudden light. "HallowedClan is here to hunt the demon, not you," Thistlescar snapped. The mercenary knew well enough that they couldn't take on three Firefoxes, young as they were (and they were barely older than kits, Murkshadow determined, now that they were close enough to smell) without sustaining injury that would make their mission near impossible. The half-demon mercenary was backing slowly away, abandoning their gear in the center of the the floor in favor of being closer to Murkshadow. Murkshadow, finally somewhat recovered from the sudden glare, forced his hackles back down and sheathed his claws. "Surely you don't want the demon forming a lair here?" the vampire appealed, stalling, "We pushed it off our land recently and we need to finish it off before it recovers." Before the sudden flash of light, before the Firefoxes, he'd seen another flicker from the forest: the rest of the patrol. So long as they stalled, they'd have the numbers advantage. Murkshadow could only hope the others would see the light and hurry. Though he didn't think the Firefoxes would attack, they weren't that sort of creature. Unless this was their nest, but the empty, dusty scent told the two mercenaries that the shed was empty. They'd been careful, places like these were magnets for the supernatural, and it wouldn't do to have stumbled into some nasty creature's lair, they were too experienced for that at least. [[//dies. if my colors are hard to read, let me know and I'll fix 'em! ]]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2022 8:18:03 GMT -5
Courtyard - Gloria, Billy, & Phantom
Fear suddenly laced the canine's posture as he turned back into his first form, growling. The darkness could protect him; Phantom slid into the shadows, as though melting within them. His once small, and grizzled frame was replaced with a younger, larger, and fiercer one.
"A witch," a snarled, orange eyes flashing. He stared at the man, "I suggest running before this creature curses you." Rage hardened every step, and but the only thing revealing his presence was his furious gaze. Lights danced in them, as though they were replaying a scene from long ago.
He tried to control his outburst but it was almost impossible without her. She had trained him, made him stronger and it was only for this. He could almost see the blood staining his paws and that is when fear finally grasped hold of him.
One large paw slammed against the candlelight, snuffing it out instantly, he knew he was safe where darkness lie. "Don't worry, it'll return...eventually." He circled around her, before whispering in the man's ear, though he guessed she might overhear. "I wouldn't trust her."
Phantom leapt above gliding out of view, before taking his place on the rooftops to watch them. He knew they would be important to bringing her back, it was only some time before he could join them on their journey, but in the meantime he knew someone else who could.
(is it ok if I bring another oc into this it is a tortoiseshell cat OC)
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“When there is nothing left to hold onto, hold onto you faith.” #GodisGood
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Post by Fireclaw on Oct 4, 2022 11:02:16 GMT -5
• Billy • Courtyard • Gloria & Phantom •
Billy watched the two of them, both equally intense in their exchanges. He almost wanted to think this night couldn’t get any crazier, but he hasn’t even set foot in the building yet, so he knew he would be wrong if he made that assumption. He noticed out of the corner of his eye, Gloria concealing her wand within the confines of her clothes. He wondered where she got it, perhaps at Harry Potter Land, though he thought it not the best time to ask. Instead, after she introduced herself, he decided to follow suit. “Oh, I’m Billy, the uh.... the baker.”
Just as Billy was starting to think everything was calming down, and he was getting comfortable, well, as comfortable as he could be in the presence of these two bizarre beings, Phantom once again had a violent outburst. The beast started growling, attacked a candle, and then warned Billy about the witch. “If you’re trying to get me to trust you more than her, then you’re doing a pretty bad job at it.” Billy said nervously, knowing he probably shouldn’t of said anything at all. |
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Post by Hushabye on Oct 5, 2022 3:52:00 GMT -5
-| CHARLEMAGNE, SAINT -- Yard -- Open
"Exorcists" |- Charlemagne canted his head slightly in an attempt to better read Kye's expressions through the shadows, managing to school his own into one that leaned toward 'charmed' rather than 'amused' when they offered him a bow. It actually wasn't the first time he'd been bowed to; the common folk often weren't sure how to properly greet or address a member of the Chantry, especially when many held titles outside of it. His new name might have a lofty air to it but 'Charlie' could remember a time when he'd been the one marveling at impractically white attire when his entire meager wardrobe was covered in soot. The memory softens his smile a touch- but his interest has been peaked at the slightly too long glance into the Arbor. Street urchin or no, he's always had a knack for using any and all information to his advantage. Knowledge is power, after all.
"Oho? Doubly fortunate! Then it's only right that I should properly make my presence known. Would you mind introducing me?" The brunet smiles hopefully, round ears perking forward.
Something about Kye's demeanor doesn't imply confidence in their companions, so it's unlikely that he will be meeting fellow exorcists in the truest sense- but there isn't anything to lose by questioning them anyway~ At the very least, he'll be able to feel out whether or not they'd be a liability. More for Saint than himself- willing meatshields can become pious sacrifices with the right prayer~ And determining whether or not one or all of them has received an invitation would give him insight into who is permitted to enter the grounds and why. |
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Leapkit
Finder of Rare Friend Error
Derealizing for the forseeable future
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Post by Leapkit on Oct 5, 2022 12:24:02 GMT -5
(Reply to me only if you are willing to roleplay in a classic, simple, non-metagamey way without the hassle or forcing me to sift through paragraphs of text or different backgrounds and text fonts and sizes that I can't read and hurt my eyeballs to find something substantial to reply with or to. 💀)
A small black cat writhed it's way around the front gates and trotted likely unnoticed down the mossy cobbled path directly up to the front porch of the house looking for a way in through the half boarded windows and what she expected was to be a closed and locked door, not that she could open it anyway with her paws since the knob was round and smooth rather than a lever-handle. She began to sniff around and pace, looking upwards to a way possibly to climb up to the second or third floors instead since there seemed to be no way in from the porch or in her current condition. Her golden eyes finally caught a small candle light from an open window on the second story- all three of them glittered and contracted as she readied a wiggle to claw her way up one of the wooden support beams and hopefully make it to the top of the portico.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 5, 2022 15:15:58 GMT -5
LeapkitThere was someone already sitting on portico. He looked very awkward and had all of his lanky limbs pulled close to himself. His eyes were following the cat though. Huh. He blinked. This was puzzling. There were a couple people around, but he was busy fidgeting with his ring, spinning it around and around his spindly fingers. "... Who are you?" he asked, his violet eyes sparkling with curiosity. There was a shuffle of feathers as he stood, his grey feathers around him. It made him a lot taller than the cat, though it hopefully wasn't going to scare it. As the light from the moon hit his rings, there was a bit of an aura of purple around his wings. Glowstick wings.
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Finder of Rare Friend Error
Derealizing for the forseeable future
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Post by Leapkit on Oct 5, 2022 16:53:29 GMT -5
mintedstar/furWhen she clawed her way up, she didn't notice something- some ONE else was up there until he spoke. Her claws stayed unsheathed and gripping the shingles now, hackles raised and tail fluffed. She let out a low warning growl. If not for the third eye in the middle of her forehead she would have looked like any normal black cat, blending in like part of the scenery in the given surroundings. She, of course could understand perfectly what he said but in this form she was mostly like any normal house cat. Though he didn't need to know what she was or what her abilities were if she could prevent giving them away. This was the life of a witch, being wary of everyone as they might be the next to try to burn you at the stake. She only hoped he wasn't the type of person- or creature, that could sense ambient magical power. Maybe if she was fast enough she could just scurry into the open window before he could make a move and get lost within the house itself.
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Post by swallowtail on Oct 6, 2022 2:29:42 GMT -5
Crystal & Obsidian & Marble
Shed - Thistlescar and Murkshadow
“Aww, no need to be so cautious now, is there? We’re just teeny weeny fox cub that want nothing more than you meat-”
Crystal was interrupted with a glare from Obsidian. He eyebrows were furrowed and glared fiercely at Crystal with narrowed eyes. The fire on his middle stripes flared with spiky shapes. The darkness in his ears started to leak outward, so he looked quite as if he was smouldering. His message was clear. Shut up.
Crystal sighed. Looked like she would get no screams tonight. Crystal like screams. Especially from scarred victims. She simply relished in them. Ah, to hear the ear-shattering screams pierce through the night air...
And now, thanks to Obsidian - she stuck out her tongue rudely - she wouldn’t get any. She scrunched her nose. Ah well, no use crying over spilt milk.
Crystal shook off her pelt, waking from her deep thoughts. Back to reality for her. Now, since Obsidian her rudely interrupted her routine first phase of procedure, time to move on to her second: checkup.
She took a move, asking, “So anyway, what type of creature are you? I know stupid cats wouldn’t have the smarts to come here and, well, do whatever you’re doing. So are you something edible?”
“Shut up!” Obsidian hissed, rolling his eyes. “You couldn’t be more conspicuous, you know?”
Obsidian couldn’t believe Crystal would be that stupid. First lesson they learnt as a cub: never let your victim knows what you are planning. Why did she do that? Or maybe she was playing with him. Crystal knew how much he liked sticking to procedure...
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Oct 9, 2022 20:20:01 GMT -5
Nital- Courtyard
Nital limped towards the house at a painstakingly slow pace, if any one could even see her through the thick cover of night. For her sake, she hoped not. Her appearance was less than unsightly. At least that’s what she deducted from the strange looks she had earned on the side of the road and even someone stopping to ask if she needed a ride to the ER. Alas, there was no time for ER visits, or cleaning up. Her window of opportunity was closing and if she changed course, she knew she wouldn’t make it to the house in time.
With a groan, Nital leaned her petite frame on a corner of the eerie building before her. “Finally.” the word wisped out of her mouth as she took the time to gaze at her surroundings. There were figures near the front, shrouded in candlelight before it was suddenly snuffed out, leaving the eyes to wander in the newfound darkness. “Oh..” Her stomach felt entangled at the thought of other beings here. It would be okay, as long they were not searching for the same treasures she was. Nital may be small, but she was willing to unleash her feverish hunger in order to get what she wanted.
In the meantime, she sought to make acquaintances, for now. “Hello on this lovely evening” Nital announced herself with a rough voice and smile. She shuffled away from the house and into the courtyard, wavering on wobbly legs before finding her balance.
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Post by Hushabye on Oct 10, 2022 4:13:15 GMT -5
[ Is Nital in the Courtyard with Gloria & the others or closer to the 'Yard' where Charlie and Kye are? ]
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 11, 2022 21:10:27 GMT -5
Leapkit"... Silent type," Lupin said, almost dully. His head tilted and he looked at the cat for a long time - from his perception of time, which in this case was maybe two to three seconds. Then he said, "Are you going to say anything or are you just going to hiss? I'm not going to do anything to you." Look at him? What was he supposed to do. Push someone off the room? That seemed very rude and, on to of that, not particularly practical. Why make enemies with something that was pretty powerful looking. "Did I do something wrong?"
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Finder of Rare Friend Error
Derealizing for the forseeable future
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Post by Leapkit on Oct 11, 2022 21:27:35 GMT -5
Leapkit "... Silent type," Lupin said, almost dully. His head tilted and he looked at the cat for a long time - from his perception of time, which in this case was maybe two to three seconds. Then he said, "Are you going to say anything or are you just going to hiss? I'm not going to do anything to you." Look at him? What was he supposed to do. Push someone off the room? That seemed very rude and, on to of that, not particularly practical. Why make enemies with something that was pretty powerful looking. "Did I do something wrong?" She still bristled as she inched closer to the side of the wall and towards the window away from him. So he can tell I'm something, but still doesn't have the brains to think I'm a bloody cat right now? I can't speak even if I wanted to. Fool. She let out a low warning meow, hoping he'd get the picture and just maybe let her sneak by without bother. She could of course, transform back at any time with a little time and effort, shapeshifting for a human was a painful ordeal and made her vulnerable. Or, something that at least was human once, and still is... mostly. She was hoping to stay out of sight and not be bothered but that plan seemed to have been foiled the minute she ran into this... whatever the glowing wing entity was. Never in all her research had she seen anything quite like it. Him? She still saw these entities, spirits, demons, angels, and monsters detailed in books as things of scientific and alchemical structure rather than people even though she was more like them now for all her tinkering. Either way, transforming was not something she was going to do in front of any one or thing here. (Little bit windier bc I wanted to characterize. Sorry.) |
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