• This section is for roleplays only.
    ALL interest checks/recruiting threads must go in the Recruit Here section.

    Please remember to credit artists when using works not your own.

Realistic or Modern A Night Bleeds (Closed)

OOC
Here
Characters
Here
Other
Here

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​




Leviathan Black



Levi was lazily lounging and getting petted by someone. When Allison mentioned the name Clementine, an ear twitched, but the dots didn't really connect. Not until Pops said something. The clouded leopard was moving to stand then, trying to talk only it was all mrowrs and rawrs and chuffs.

It took a minute for the leopard to change back to Levi, though some might say it wasn't much of a height difference. Snort. "Yeah, yeah.. Clemetine. I.. It's.. hard to remember it all. Gimme a sec." Levi sat down on the edge of an open seat and was giving it some serious 'ponderations'.

"Pops and I.. we were.. heading there to go get her. She was like.. she was on my list." Though he pulled up his phone, he couldn't find any evidence of it. "I could have sworn... but like.. she was freaked and .. where was it, Pops? Utah? No... we traveled through Utah... uh.. dammit."

Levi frowned and began to finger comb his hair, even if it was already how he liked it. Now it was more of a habit to help him focus than one to calm himself down. "Nevada? Yeah.. somewhere in Nevada. Crap. Not far from Las Vegas I think.. but.. not Las Vegas. I..." He took a breath and blew it out after his cheeks did that puffed effect.

"Sorry.. I remember her name was Clementine and.. my age?"

Of course Shia was writing this all down, and Devlin was definitely more invested now. They had enough it could be researched further. "Okay, if you three aren't terribly tired and can stay up a bit more, please get with Shia. Maybe we can corroborate all three of your experiences and figure this out."

coded by natasha.
 
Maddox Ward (Leif Hjalkarssen)
Location: Wright Wranch
Tags: A lot of characters ( Out Of Words Out Of Words ), Maylee Song ( Vinegar Bees Vinegar Bees ), Evelyn Harper ( Maeteris Maeteris ), Allison Hagan ( bread-and-butterflies bread-and-butterflies ), Edwin Blut ( Thropian Thropian ) ​



Leif's expression said 'what the fuck' for the whole duration of Bug's little show, changing to a 'slightly concerned what the fuck' when Shia interrupted him, talking about the tethers, then back to 'plain what the fuck' as Bug resumed his presentation. Clearly not the type of person he'd ever come across. Not gonna lie, he did want to see all of the cypher's presentation, but the gloomy tether talk seemed serious enough.

When the elven woman spoke, her name immediately caught his attention. Harper, the american name of the Scuris clan, the palace dwelling french elves he might've robbed once or twice in the distant past. It was their american name, though, that sparked the most memories, and the worst ones too. A synonym with the industrialization he'd battled against, to no success. He'd never battled those elves directly, of course, they were better skilled with a pen, or a paint brush in hand, but they did have great part of the money fuelling everything he despised. It was an old fight though, one he'd abandoned a long time ago, and the smell of her blood occupied his mind a lot more than any of those memories. Surprisingly, she didn't seem to disclose, in her voice tone, the pride expected of her kind. She didn't have to, really.

When the white wolf padded into the center, his hopes of the shifter being stuck in his wolf form died away. Not a big deal, Chase didn't strike him as the type without common sense, like maybe... Bug. Leif chuckled at the 'running, steak, running, rabbit' part, then his eyes hovered briefly over the group, stopping a while longer at Shia, then Devlin, trying to imagine what is it that they could see. Shia saw the tethers, but what did Devlin see that made his gaze drift away every so often?

The thought was interrupted by something bumping against his leg. He'd grown too used to the wuffles by then to notice them approaching, and his slightly confused gaze instantly moved down to find the wolf... what, an ear scratch? Seriously? Thou shall not deny a dog a behind the ear scratch. What if the dog is not actually a dog? What if the dog is dinner? Is it ok to scratch behind dinner's ear? Either way, he brushed the thoughts off and rolled with it. It'd been the dog treat and the pedigree jokes, definitely.

As the silver haired woman introduced herself as an elder member of a coven, his attention turned to her, though he'd still absently scratch the dog wolf's ear when pondering. He didn't know her coven by name, as he always steered clear of oath magic, though he'd heard of such covens many times throughout history. Oaths were hardly a good idea when you have an undetermined life expectancy. Things always change, sometimes drastically.

The woman also seemed to be pretty honest about her prying magical abilities, which was a good sign, he supposed. He wasn't omitting things himself because he had any foul intentions, but rather because it just wouldn't be constructive to the team. Or so he'd convinced himself, sounded reasonable enough.

The other two to introduce themselves were shifters, even though the druid hadn't exactly mentioned it, either intentionally or due to being obviously overwhelmed by all the information. And the boy was a... cross between a leopard and a house cat kind of thing. Looked vaguely familiar.

A very diverse group, and whether that'd be an advantage or a disadvantage remained to be seen.



As to Devlin's next doom and gloom revelations, it just got crazier. Started with what everyone already knew, moved forward to a surprise flight to some mountain in Ecuador and finished with a time loop theory. Yay. Ear scratching intensified.

He gave Devlin a small nod as the man's gaze briefly fell upon him, although not completely sure of what the dragon meant. Still, being willing to make accommodations was always good, especially considering Leif seemed to be the only one whose life could be threatened by a sunny spring day.

The story told by Shia about the lake, and the dreams the others mentioned having had, all seemed to add up to something bigger that hadn't yet been quite figured out. Leif wasn't superstitious, much less religious, but he'd learned that many old tales do hold a (sometimes surprisingly high) level of truth. Magic was real, so pretty much anything else could be too, one just needed a good filter. If something hadn't been scientifically explained yet, it was more likely a matter of time than of it not being real.

The confused, apparently very number oriented Evelyn would likely not agree with him, as per her reaction, which hadn't seemed to have pleased Allison. Thankfully, drama had had no time to ensue, as the others had continued to talk about their own experiences.

Leif always scoured places he happened to be in for potential prey, more out of habit than anything in that case. He didn't plan on being the reason for chaos within the group (he bet distrust was already there, but what can you do), he'd be fine with his... bloodhound (enough scratching, he pulled his hand back), if things didn't get much more insane. Still, if he were to hunt, he'd stay away of magic users as a first option. He was well aware of his limitations, and not being able to sense magic meant he couldn't sense protective wards, so stealth would lose several points. The elf, however, was obviously not versed in magic, and his brain made sure to take note of that. Out of habit, of course.

"I had a vision at Devil's Tower, in the Black Hills. It's a native sacred site." he spoke, remembering what was probably going to be of interest to the group. Probably sounded silly for some, but he didn't really care. "There were markings on the rock atop the tower, markings that'd never been there before. They warped, and... moved. The blood in the sky seemed to be pulsing and each pulsation changed the markings." Shit, how was he supposed to explain them that? And the details were hard to grasp from memory alone, the whole thing had been too weird and dream-like, even though it hadn't been a dream at all.

"There were two tribes, one was pulling the moon out of the sky with ropes. In between them, a coyote was bearing down on the moon, and further behind two antelope tried to reach it." a small pause as he ran a hand through his hair, his gaze had been switching among the present, though it'd stayed mostly upon Devlin and Shia, but now drifted away briefly as he focused to remember. "Then the moon broke apart and fell upon the tribe that was pulling it, they were now wearing cloaks... and the coyote morphed into some humanoid shape, then broke into small specks that floated towards the moon... " he hoped he was remembering it right. "The antelope also morphed into several people, all tethered to the moon, and the tribe that wasn't kidnapping the moon morphed into a small Earth." another small pause as he tried to assess what he'd just said. "There's probably a less confusing way to word it, it's clearer in my head." So much for a writer, he should have taken notes when it was still fresh in his memory.

There were also other matters that might be of interest to Devlin and Shia, but that wasn't the time (if there was even a right time, he'd figure it out later). He was sure none of the others wanted to hear how a vampire bite could possibly help with the bleeding moon effects, so he asked a question instead, his gaze focusing on Devlin.

"What is it that you see? When you gaze drifts away?"
 
Yeo-Jin Park


Oh Lord, the smell of Old-blood in here almost overpowered everything else, and she’s almost sure it’s just Roje, no wait, there she is, the little devil. Park suppresses a wild snarl as she bites into bone and meat, eyeing oldblood-Winnie as she sits down beside Banks, she almost forgot she is his charge. The old-blood doesn't eat anything, at least nothing that Park could see, she’s just staring off into space,brows furrows at oldblood-Winnie.

Crack, snap.

Gulp.

Bones, meat and all she savors, none should go to waste. Even if it is free, all the more reason to devour everything. Banks leans closer to her as she’s going over her third steak, medium rare and tender. Her teeth sink into the meat but everything stops as she turns to stare at Banks, the steak slapping on her chin as it dangles on her teeth.

She tears it away, and slaps the remaining meat on the plate. “He’s a smart-ass! You’re a smart-ass.” She casts a quick glance towards Foster, and then hushes down, picking up the half-eaten steak and continues chomping down.

“I don’t like this.” She tells him. Her eyes wander from her plate as Park chews. Despite the lavish breakfast and commodities everything else stinks of Black Ops. This was how Black Ops operated wasn’t it? Not that she knows, she’s never been that far up, but she has a fair idea how it could be.

She gestures at the three bickering supernaturals in the room with a nod then looks at Banks. See? She shakes her head and just hopes this would die down before Key decides to pop one of their heads. She’s a little peeved with Coda, Park admits inwardly. Geez, she’d think someone with his scent would stand up for himself, it’s almost like he’s intentionally driving himself into a corner. She doesn’t let the comment manifest itself though, that’s asking for trouble.

It’s a shame really. She couldn’t focus on savoring her meal fully, as each clink and clank of whatever Coda is doing makes her wince, she peeks over, and watches globs of yolks and egg whites gets destroyed on his plate with each stab of a fork. She grimaces, a waste indeed.

By this point, Key makes himself known, like a lemon shark, unassuming but would tear your head off the second you look at them funny, eerily it almost feels a little colder, or maybe that’s just her nerves getting to Park again.She chews slower now, afraid her lack of etiquette would bother Key.

location: Florida • tags • mood • Outfit • interactions
 

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​




Devlin Wright



Once again Shia was jotting down notes, having turned a page in his notebook to do so. Devlin was trying to relate the vision to anything he might have known, but it was getting difficult as the night drove on. He gave a soft chuckle. "Shia will be busy. Thank you, Leif."

Hands rubbed at his face before he was able to refocus on the group. Even then, his gaze drifted slightly now and then. "We can also discuss more on the flight, if you wish to use tomorrow to relax and enjoy what will probably be one of the last quiet days we'll have for a while." If ever, but that went unspoken.

As for what he saw.. "As the night continues, my focus is more difficult to maintain. What do I see?" He looked around, trying to figure out how best to explain it. "It's sort of like.. two movies, being played superimposed over the other. Faded remnants but still present enough to be seen."

His head tilted and he gave a vague gesture. "Miss Harper, was occupying the space where Leif is now. Shia, was standing more to the side, toward the back of the group. These sofas were different, I can't see the color, but the shape is distinctly different."

"I see.. us. You. A couple of other faces here then, that aren't now. And some new now, that weren't then." Devlin rubbed at his forehead as he closed his eyes. A weary sigh escaped. "It is like trying to watch a handful of movies all at the same time, on the same screen, with only one in color and with sound."

coded by natasha.
 
Roje.png
Out Of Words Out Of Words Maeteris Maeteris Vinegar Bees Vinegar Bees

Roje felt the temp drop within seconds after hearing Key’s voice. That sudden sickness rushing to her stomach again and almost putting her on edge. But with her sheer willpower and stubborn nature, she refused to show weakness. Show fear. As soon as she showed that, it was game over and Key would have her right where he wanted her. Right now she may have been his puppet, but he didn’t see that her strings weren’t attached anymore. Key is scary when he wants to be. If we’re saving the moon, then I don’t understand the current situation...

Taking her seat on the edge of the counter instead of a stool, she heard her boss say something before she slipped right off the counter with a loud thud. “What the fuck?!” When she got back up, she glared at Key This witch bitch put a fucking spell on me. That’s what those fancy fuckin words are. He also called her ass fat, which was a compliment to her rather than an insult. It was clear he didn’t want her on a counter so she took a seat on a stool instead with a huff. Not even paying attention to who she was sitting next to. The only people that she watched out for were the two people she could trust the most. Morg and Coda. Despite her teasing tendencies, there were people she selected to not be on her shitlist.

Cogs continued to turn, more theories were coming up. This felt more like they were being forced into something they didn’t want to do. If Roje tried any of her antics, then Key might actually cast a stupid spell on her to make her implode or some shit. Brute force wouldn’t get her anywhere. None of her ideas from the past were going to work on him. Not unless he had some sort of soft spot for her. Which she highly doubted at this point in time. Not after the trouble she’s been causing. Her jaw tightened but she said nothing, her head resting on her fist while willing to listen.​
 
Last edited:
Indy ​
Tags: Out Of Words Out Of Words Britt-21 Britt-21 Maeteris Maeteris Vinegar Bees Vinegar Bees

There's an easy way to tell the difference between bodyguards hired for pay and bodyguards hired through threats and fear. The tell was written all over the woman's face as she slipped from the counter with that bastard's sharp words. Her curse still carried a controlled bite, of course, as she glared at her boss, but there was a layer of apprehension that Indy bargained was not rooted in respect.

The apathetic ease belonging to paid bodyguards, workers who could leave at any time, was absent as the woman resettled onto a stool. Indy watched her carefully as she settled, resting to watch Key. Maybe they were under spells locking them here? Was that possible? No. If that were the case, Key would have used them on the prisoners too rather than allow them to carry a sound mind and potentially cause problems. Hence the fucking shock collar.

Her feet were burning with the need to pace. It would be best to get away from the chaos regardless, distance herself from the extra layer of ice that had settled over their corner of the room. Instead, she carefully paced over to Foster--leaving her plate abandoned. They wouldn't be able to communicate right now, not in the way she wanted, but if push came to shove she wanted proximity to those on her side. Welcome to the cyclops cave, best be together if some sheep appear.

She carefully laid her hands on the table, still standing as she glanced at Foster and Winnie, brows raised. You guys okay?

They needed to find a way to get alone, somehow. If the others had found anything out--they needed some kind of plan, if for no other reason than in order to find the comfort in having a purpose rather than being dragged around like captured animals.

​
 

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​




Out Of Words

Camp Coven | Current Timeline: May 15th​

Tags: Britt-21 Britt-21 Vinegar Bees Vinegar Bees Maeteris Maeteris Rhyme Rhyme
Location: Miami, FL

Key waited for the few little grumblings that inevitably followed. And still, there had to be someone trying to buck the system. Key stared at the one called Indy as she remained standing. "Seriously?" Thankfully, Indy appeared to reconsider, though with a glare, and did sit down.

Once he was satisfied everyone was sitting down properly, and paying attention, he continued. "Eat well, but don't make yourself sick. We will be traveling for a while on a plane. Everyone here, has a part to play in taking care of the moon."

His face turned to regard everyone gathered one at a time. "Some of you are reluctant because we've had to keep details hidden for now. You are safe, and everything will be explained once we get to headquarters. You are pivotal, absolutely pivotal, in this endeavor. I do apologize for the way we've had to go about it, but given a choice of forcing you to come with us, or letting you go and being unable to take care of the moon, I will force you to come with us each and every time."

Key let his words linger before he continued talking. "Our flight is going to be overseas, the headquarters are in Ecuador, which is about a fifteen or sixteen hour flight. You will have places to sleep, eat, things to keep your mind busy. However, this is not some summer camp bus field trip. If you make the poor choice to not behave, then such privileges will be taken from you and you will find yourself strapped down to a seat for the remainder of the flight."

Now he turned his attention to the guards. "You are responsible for your charge. They aren't to be harmed unless they are trying to harm others, or cause harm to themselves. Even then, the goal would be to incapacitate them, not damage them. Please try to empathize with them, as they don't know what's going on. Unfortunately, we don't have the time to hold their hand through this. Or yours."

Key sighed. "We are on a time limit. If we do not take care of the moon, it will be the end for everyone. Also, you must stay with a charge at all times. If for some reason, you cannot, you are expected to let me know. If your charge has to use the restroom, we will have a guard of the same gender temporarily trade places with you. Understand?"

A moment's pause before he added, "I wish we had more time, and could have gone about this in a gentler manner. We don't. That's the long and thick of it. We do not have time to waste. Now, I will allow some questions, in an orderly fashion."

When all the talking paused, Morgan, who hadn't really had a chance before to reply to Winnie, whispered, "I'm Morgan. Hi."


coded by natasha.
 
Last edited:
Clementine Holt​
Clementine jolted up in bed at the sound of her alarm. The sudden movement worsened the headache that echoed in her skull that came from another nightmare. With her eyes closed, Clementine brought her fingertips to her temples to massage them in hopes of some relief. She sat there in her bed, puzzled and wondering why she was in bed when she felt she should be somewhere else.

She tried to mentally grasp the nightmare, trying to remember the details of it before it fell away into nothingness. She remembered a voice. A familiar voice that Clementine could vaguely recognize. It was a soothing voice that seemed to calm the headache that was still present. It called her a daughter, didn’t it? Mom? Clementine thought hopefully. I haven’t heard her voice in years, how am I remembering it now? Maybe it’s just stress.

Clementine threw her legs over the side of the bed and made her way to the bathroom to grab painkillers. As she turned on the bathroom light and looked into the cabinet mirror, she noticed large black bags hugging closely to the underside of her eyes. Normally bags wouldn’t bother her or worry her, especially during exam week. However, the black and blue bags seemed extraordinarily dark. Almost as though they have been a result of many nights of not sleeping or extreme stress.

Slightly worried,Clementine ignored the tiredness that rimmed her eyes and grabbed the painkillers out of the cabinet. She gulped some down and took sips from the sink. Her whole body felt sluggish and sore for some unknown reason. She got changed for the day and sighed. She did not want to go do anything today.
 
Maddox Ward (Leif Hjalkarssen)
Location: Wright Wranch
Tags: A lot of characters ( Out Of Words Out Of Words ), Maylee Song ( Vinegar Bees Vinegar Bees ), Evelyn Harper ( Maeteris Maeteris ), Allison Hagan ( bread-and-butterflies bread-and-butterflies ), Edwin Blut ( Thropian Thropian ) ​


Leif would be surprised if everyone managed to actually relax and enjoy the next day after that night's revelations, but it still sounded like a reasonable goal to try to achieve. He knew more questions would surface as he processed everything.

Devlin's visions sounded fascinating though, and sinister at the same time. It was probably an advantage, being able to see remnants of other realities or possibilities that did or did not happen, maybe he could guess how they turned out and they could avoid making mistakes that'd already been made. On the other hand, the idea that they'd tried and failed many times before wasn't exactly encouraging.

"You think we can succeed without the other faces?" It sounded like a matter of gathering as many as possible, though wouldn't everyone be necessary?

Devlin gave a little sideways tilt of his head. "It's hard to say. Maybe they were the reason the other loop failed. In theory, by noting the differences, and what remains the same, it might be possible to pin down what needs to be different. However, I don't know how many loops that would take, or how many loops we might actually have left before it just simply... stops."

Leif nodded at the dragon's words, they made sense but weren't completely comforting. They were still mostly in the dark, after all, though now they held a little candle, that might go out or start a fire.

As the night was being wrapped up, Leif sought Maylee's eyes among the group. He was surprised when he checked the time, as it was nearing midnight. It held little meaning to him, so he'd be available to talk if she wasn't too tired. With whatever curse she'd gotten herself jinxed with, maybe she was even nocturnal too.

"I got some more painkillers if you need them later." he leaned forward as he spoke in a quieter tone to the white wolf that'd been sitting at his feet, giving him a quick pat to the head as he got up from the couch to meet Maylee.
 


Coda couldn't deny there was a tiny, petty part of him that found some schadenfreude in Roje being the target of one of Key's spells—one of the embarrassing variety, not the lethal kind—but it was tiny, still. Watching her smack into the ground was a sinister treat after she had started the morning off with taunting him anew, but Key had been the one to dole out the punishment, and the fact that Key even had the privilege to do such things was enough to blot out any satisfaction Coda might have gleaned from watching. How he wished he could have shoved her from that counter instead.

For the most part, though, Coda was simply sick of all the bullshit. Even before the indignity of being constantly insulted had arrived with Roje and Indy (Key, at least, had enough pretentious etiquette to play it slyly), he had been sitting here, uselessly waiting for days. Every stick, every stone cast his way only made his skin burn hotter and hotter. He would make them sorry. Soon, finally, he would have the power he deserved.

(One of the others added its input unbidden: What do you really think you deserve, schoolboy?)

And so he kept his jaw clenched shut as he listened to the plans for the upcoming trip, all that stood between him and much-delayed dignity. Headquarters, it turned out, were in Ecuador—Coda had known they were overseas, but the exact location had never been divulged, and he wondered if there was some reason for the secrecy, some significance to Ecuador. Suffice it to say that he had never been and didn't know much, but he could make some guesses. Ecuador was situated directly on the equator, more or less, wasn't it? Could be something to do with that balance the magicians were always spewing vague nonsense about.

And speaking of vague nonsense, Key had his own to add to the pile—magicians, Coda had learned, had a veritable talent for talking a whole lot without saying shit. What exactly did it mean to take care of the moon? He had known for a long while that the coven had plans concerning the big fucked-up sphere in the sky—he wouldn't have joined them and subjected himself to the indignity of employment otherwise—but they had always been as frustratingly vague as Key's now carefully-selected turn of phrase. So what did it mean, exactly? Were they aiming to lift whatever bizarre curse had latched onto the moon, or were they fixing to blast the cursed thing out of the sky altogether?

"Yeah. Question," Coda said in a low voice, sitting up a little straighter on his stool. "Sure, most of us in here are new—" Most of them. "But some of us have been here, been doing whatever dirty work the higher-ups deemed us worthy of. Maybe I'm just a dumbass, but I can't shake the feeling I'm entitled to a little more than the bare minimum info bare-ass newbies get."

Coda kept his gaze, fierce and fervid, on Key's opaque, impassive shades. He didn't expect an answer. Not a real one, anyway. Disappointment had become the norm, and he didn't expect that to change anytime soon—hell, for all he knew, this so-called promotion was just a ruse to get him to play along. More than anything, he just wanted to vent his frustration, to show Key he was sick of being treated as no better than an empty-headed peon when he had already put in the work the others in the room hadn't.


coda.

half-demon

 


Maylee wasn't exactly aware of when she pulled the bottle of beer from her pocket and began taking generous sips, but by the time Devlin dismissed the group for the night (as if anyone would be able to sleep restfully beneath the Pandora's box of uneasy thoughts that had been loosed upon them), the grassy taste had long-flooded her mouth, blunting the edges of her vision into a somnolent fog. She wasn't drunk, nor even tipsy, really—if a single bottle of beer were enough to scatter her senses, she wouldn't be able to say she had many to begin with—but the muffled, watery blanket that had settled over her thoughts like dew was going to be crucial for what she knew was coming next.

Her heart beat distantly, her vision moving sluggishly as she turned her head around the room. Devlin had suggested anyone who had been experiencing strange visions convene with Shia, share what they knew—but since she had already given as many details as she could recall about her own sinister dream, she imagined he would be more interested in hearing about the strange connection between Allison's, Edwin's, and Levi's experiences. There was a brief, fleeting moment of wonder—Leif had shared his own obscure-sounding vision with the group; surely Shia would want to know more about that, too?—but when she saw Leif dismissing his shifter friend Chase and heading in her direction, she could read his intentions clearly even through her foggy vision.

Maylee bit deeply into her lip, sucking in an agitated breath through her teeth. It was inevitable, of course; she had seen the pointed looks he had given her, had heard the intent in his self-identification as a hunter. Indeed, she did want to catch up with him—part of her even viewed it with relish, relief; finally something familiar (if not quite comforting) amid the disorienting chaos that her reality had descended into—but with familiarity, naturally, came the past. She had been younger, then, weaker; her skin had not yet grown the layer of steel she had erected between herself and the world to discourage it from hurting her again. Her armor had sustained cracks, yes, but it had not shattered. Regressing to a time when she had no armor seemed almost too uncomfortable a risk to bear.

And Leif—what was in his eyes, exactly, when he looked at her? Was it disappointment, reproach? Perhaps a sort of warning, a wisdom won by age? Whatever his position, it came from above her, and the feeling of being again reduced to a child was not one she had missed.

Still, she had missed him.

Maylee gritted her teeth as she approached Leif, again silently reciting her mantra that she could allow herself to be afraid as long as she stayed brave, too.

By the time Leif had grown sharp in her misty vision, she managed to summon a wry, uncertain smile to her lips.

"So," she murmured, the familiarity of her tone eroded by a touch of time-worn awkwardness, "guess we're going on vacation."


maylee song.

hunter | werewolf

 

Indy slowly lowered herself onto the stool, her gaze locked on Key. Even if her legs were trembling she could at least hide the apprehension from her glare. There was a piece of her that toed an edge, dreams of throwing herself across the counter to gouge fingers into his soulless eyes playing over reality like a film. God, how fucking great it would be to see the blood fan out behind his empty skull, a Jackson Pollock titled 'freedom.'

Where did that come from? So much for staying free of sinful thoughts; though a habitual glance to her side, at Foster, sent another shiver down her spine. When she was a child she had been afraid the adults could read her mind from across the room, sensing her thoughts and punishing her accordingly. Now, for all she knew, they really could.

With Key's mention of the moon Indy redirected her attention back toward him, eyebrows furrowed. So either Foster had been fed a story, or this Devlin was real and existing elsewhere with the same goal--meaning she and Foster had been intercepted. Hopefully, then, that meant a rescue mission was en route. Not that she was counting on it, but at the very least it was another item on the list of 'shit to talk about with Foster when they hopefully get a chance to be alone.'

Key continued to rattle on with his utilitarian narrative, sounding like one of the church leaders. Of course. For the good of the community. Kiss my fucking ass then. For someone who claims not to be a camp counselor, you sound an awful fucking lot like one. Why don't you go cry to Epicurus.

And 'reluctant'? Indy was reluctant to go to a late shift. She was reluctant to go to school as a child. In no shape nor capacity was she simply 'reluctant' to help this bastard.

Shockingly, Coda was the first to speak. His eyes were dark and voice low as he ground out a sharp question. Indy's chest tightened as the two squared off, Coda's light hair a glimmer in the reflection of Key's shades. So the unicorn had balls after all, along with a bone to pick.

Indy mirrored her guard's actions, balancing on her heels as she leaned across the counter, hands clasped in front of her. "What, so you didn't even tell your fucking underlings about this then?" She slapped one hand onto her opposite wrist, grabbing the cuff fiercely with a sneer. "So are these the only difference then? We get cuffs because you didn't have enough info to blackmail us with? You try to create some power complex by making them guards, but they're just as trapped as us, aren't they?

"Here's a question for you then, since I doubt you're going to engage in any logistics due to time; why spend all that time and effort training these assholes when you just drug and kidnap the rest of us? Why bother if we're all heading out on some 'Alien' style suicide mission in the end?"
 

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​




Devlin Wright

Tags: Maeteris Maeteris ⬇
Location: Wright Wranch​


Evelyn picked the time to approach Wright, just as the others started filtering out. She needed to sort things. To sate her own curiosity and make the right decision that wouldn’t cost both her career and the rest of the world. She walked up to him, thankfully he’s in human form, the hard click and clack of her heels on the cavern floor echoed. She stopped just a fair distance away, but she doesn’t say anything at first, taking a moment to pick her words.

“In Aelven culture, inviting a close acquaintance into one’s home is considered a sign of trust.” She told him, hopefully low enough her words would only be shared with Wright. “It is another element entirely to invite strangers into one’s abode.” She stared, hard. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly just so the message got across.

Devlin gave a warm smile, though one could see the night effects were wearing on him. "Miss Harper." He gave a nod of his head. "For me, no one here is a stranger. I have seen everyone here before. It is a strange .. merging, of existences, but currently, I can say everyone has been here once before."

He tilted his head to the side slightly. "I can also say you've had concerns before." His voice held no judgement or condemnation.

She doesn’t return the smile, her lips pressed together as thoughts rumbled in her mind. Of course her other selves would approach Wright. Every conceivable possibility had and would’ve been done, and she’s just another one of the trillions repeating the same thing. “Perhaps, for you.”She said, the air was neutral between them, that much she could read and Wright was open with his posture. She wasn’t; arms folded and her weight balanced on one foot.

“I for one, have only arrived.” Her eyes tracked movement, but didn't let it linger too long so to not attract attention to them both. The vampire was moving about, addressing a few figures in the room, good, he wasn’t interested in her for now at least. “And I do not know how this vision of yours works but I know enough handling a group of people can be a headache.”

She looked at him, the smile still etched on his worn face, “Once we arrive in Ecuador, what then? I assume you have a plan? A ritual to cut these binds?” She lifts an arm as if to gesture at an invisible twine.“Answer these questions, so I may not trouble you further for tonight and rest my own worries.”

He gave a nod at the handling a group of people, it could be very draining, especially when he saw others superimposed over them all. Thankfully the present group were the only ones in color, so it helped track the correct face to look at. Still, sometimes he had to look away before the headache grew too strong.

"Yes, there are a few plans. By being at the closest point to the moon, we should know fairly quickly if the attempt to break the connection helps, or hinders. And based on that, we'll know what other steps we may need to take. Does it end the bleeding of the moon? Does it make it worse? Some of these.. I can't answer at this time."

“I see.” It was fair and perhaps she’d done the same if she was cursed with the power to see multiple possibilities. “And have you ever thought of hiring more manpower? People with your---our--stature aren’t constricted with financial worries.”

"Based on the visions, I tried that early on. It did... not end well. People who are not as .. invested in seeing the moon fixed, did not provide the additional assistance I seemed to have hoped they would." Devlin rubbed at the side of his whiskered jaw. "And thus, I have chosen to stay with those who are very invested, by way of the tethers they bear."

Evelyn clicked her tongue, dismayed by the truth and once again proof of humanity’s incompetence. Even held at the neck they succumb to temptation. Her gaze fell on the cavernous room, filled with idle chatter she’d tuned out the moment the words escaped the owners’ lips.

“Then you should know I am not as invested as the others.” Maylee Song, D’Shire, the bear of a man shifter just to count a few. They had a valid reason to be here, their skill sets were suitable to the task. She could already see it, the team synergy that would grow between these few people in the room. A formidable force. Her gaze returned to Wright. “I have a company to oversee,” Her lips pressed into a thin-line, “I cannot see how I could aid you any further, I may as well hinder you if I participate.”

Devlin tilted his head again, the soft smile reaching his eyes. "I think you underestimate yourself. You have abilities which would be very useful when we face the mountain or rock and stone. And if visions of the previous attempts are to be believed, there is more than you know."

She suppressed a snort. An undignified gesture coming from an Aelf. If it were anyone else Evelyn would’ve scoffed at the attempt to pander. But it was Wright, who undoubtedly had the power to see between realms. He was teasing her, goading her with a steak tied to a stick. He knew her other selves, walking these very halls right now as they speak possibly.

Would he know her past as well? Her secrets?

Her desires?

It seemed like he did, judging by the way he hinted at the possibility. Devlin Wright, you are a charismatic businessman. She didn’t let her thoughts speak. “Possibly.” She said simply. The way Wright spoke of abilities with rock and stone excited a part of her, a small part she’d extinguished with the sole of her foot as soon as it kindled. Evelyn Harper was not a creature of magic and she shall never be, no matter how much Wright implied otherwise. “I shall retire for now, thank you for answering my queries, Mr.Wright.”

“Shae’ll jumuseyo.” She bowed, a slight incline of her back, careful not to dip any further, as if her Aelven pride hinged on this very simple gesture and then turned to break into a not so quiet stride, heels clicking against marble and stone.

"Martivir unto wux." Devlin gave a small bow in return.
coded by natasha.
 

Roje.png
1594656092798.png
Interactions: Out Of Words Out Of Words Maeteris Maeteris Vinegar Bees Vinegar Bees Rhyme Rhyme | Location: Camp Go Fuck Yourself

Roje sat in silence, listening to what the others were saying. Key debriefed them and every word that came out of his mouth only made her pissed off more. Bullshit. It's all bullshit. I can fucking feel it from miles away. It sounded all like lame excuses to her and she wasn't taking that bait in any way, shape, or form for that matter. Even mentioning reluctance made her snicker as she mumbled under her breath "I was forced here, I guess using reluctant is an understatement." lucky for her, Coda already spoke up, livid about his position. Which the vamp couldn't blame him for it. If he was here longer than anyone else, then he should have more information than the rest of them by far. Indy expressed Roje's frustrations for her and it managed to tug the one corner of her lips just barely before it faded in an instant. Once Indy had finished her own questions, she piped up to add to the fire "And are you gonna tell us about this other group trying to stop us? Or are you gonna continue leaving us in the dark with that too?" she was grumpy, she was sarcastic, and she was not having this bullshit. So she was more than willing to throw him under the bus.

Though she wished he'd stay on the pavement if that was the case. "We're "oh-so important" but yet you've failed to give us any information other than "Take care of the moon", and now shown us "bodyguards" that we have prisoners instead of people who were willing to come." venom dripped off of every word and it was clear it wasn't going to let up soon. "Taking the measures you did, does not make this right. Especially since they're all here. In fact, they shouldn't have anything on. Except for Morg cause..Ya'know. No offense kitten." she said, taking a look at him before looking back at Key "So far, you haven't given us much to work with other than watch these guys and protect them."​
 

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​




Out Of Words

Camp Coven | Current Timeline: May 15th​

Tags: Britt-21 Britt-21 Vinegar Bees Vinegar Bees Maeteris Maeteris Rhyme Rhyme
Location: Miami, FL

Key grinned when it was Coda with the question, and Coda putting a foot down, of a sort. Coda wanting verification of his superiority by basis of seniority. "Yes, you are. However, you are in a room with bare ass newbies, who are not entitled to more information at this time."

Key raised an eyebrow and gave Coda a small nod. "We will be discussing some of these items more in depth on the plane. There is a private cabin for such things. This room, is not that place." And as if on cue, one of the bare ass newbies opened their mouth to spew their childish attempt at rebellion.

He gave Indy a patronizing smile, and a tone to match. "Sorry, you're not yet approved for classified information. And based on your actions, and lack of thinking before you speak, you're not likely to get approved for classified information for some time."

Key gestured to Coda as he continued, "Coda is your superior. He has been training for an esteemed position, and you are a temporary assignment. How temporary depends on you. Coda, I am giving you the authority, here and now, to deal with your charge as you deem necessary, short of causing permanent harm or death."

He glanced back at Indy, and looked at the others wearing cuffs and a collar. "Act like a child and you will be treated as a child."

His gaze drifted to Roje then, one could feel some of the temperature dropping. "When we have more intel on this other group, it will be shared with those with clearance, aka not the bare ass newbies. And they are wearing the units for various reasons. This one.." He points to Foster. "Can turn into small animals, which means he would be able to escape before we have the time to explain what is going on. This one.." He points to Indy. "Can turn into a small cat. Again.. same reasoning. This one.." He gestured to Winnie. "Has killed her partner. She is under special orders to be returned to headquarters."

While looking in Roje's direction, he gestured to Coda. "And this one, has the training you do not. Has the clearance you do not. And yet you have been poking at him almost the entire time. Coda, you have the authority to deal with a lower rank appropriately. Same restrictions apply."

Once more he looked to Roje, and he gave a small gesture of one hand, "Non magis lubrico fastigio." As long as she didn't try to sit on counters again, the slippery fat ass would be less slippery. "Now, we are going to the bus to take us to the airport. More answers will come when we're on the plane and I'm not getting call after call interrupting me." He made a gesture for them to stand up to leave. "And yes, there will be food served on the flight. Bring your charge and follow me. Please."

Key moved to the door where he stood and waited for the others.

coded by natasha.
 
Evelyn Harper




Cold air surged through her constricted lungs, breathing ice and exhaling with a quiet cough. Her exchange with Wright had been… Productive, she’d like to think.

She doesn’t quell the sigh bubbling up her tired lungs.

The scenery was almost serene in a rather morbid way with Luna’s crimson gaze reflected off the treeline and how the leaves would dance to the wind in an ethereal waltz, fluttering mindlessly to the whims of another.

Evelyn wasn’t a leaf.

Her nails dug into her palms, jaw slowly clenching. She breathed out again, and her tensions eased.

Out again in Luna’s presence, but it didn’t bother her now. The future bothered her. What could be, and what would be. And now she wants nothing but to break down: scream, kick and pull. Anything to defy fate’s woven threads. It was an unkind weave, she was on top of the world with nothing to threaten her position, and somehow like a flip of a coin, those impossibilities were entirely false.

She glanced over her shoulder, Wright’s ranch was still an imposing figure even in the distance. She couldn’t remember when she’d started walking. She clicked her tongue, blowing a sharp breath. A phantom of a grin disappeared, only the barest twitch of her lip. If only she’d lose herself in her thoughts longer, she’d might find herself at home already.

And what was waiting at home?

A cold bed, a microwaved meal and an empty laptop waiting for it’s owners fingers to tap until three A.M in the morning. Rinse and repeat.

She kicked the dirt, daring herself to ruin her good heels on the patches of soil in the middle of nowhere America. It felt gratifying acting like an impertinent child. No wonder humans loved being children all the time. But it was not an act for an Aelf… Never an Aelf. Never a Scuris.

“What should I do.” She rarely looked up at the sky for there was nothing to look up at before, and even now, it hurt to look at Luna in it’s dire state, but Luna only stared back, black and bloody. "What should I do."




location: Houston • tags • mood • Outfit • interactions
 

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​




Out Of Words

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT (via Discord) | Current Timeline: May 15th​

Tags: Britt-21 Britt-21 Vinegar Bees Vinegar Bees Maeteris Maeteris Rhyme Rhyme
Location: Miami, FL

“Treated like a child.” Indy smiled without joy, her eyes locking on Key as she stared down her own reflection. The soft sound of her nail scratching circles on the table filled the room, her voice matching the hollow sound of keratin on wood. “So you drug and kidnap children, then.”

She paused, hand freezing over the table. “You asked for questions, we asked. It’s classified? Why bother putting up the fucking charade of civility? Jesus Christ, is it exhausting? You think we’re all acting like children because we won’t bounce along whatever game board you’re playing?”

The comment about Winnie hadn’t even processed, Indy could barely suppress the blunted fire in her chest that grew with each second Key’s smug smile stayed in place. Every move was a game for him, every word another rail to the ladder of power he had so carefully built—and she shouldn’t play along. She should be silent, play the fucking game and be over with it, wait for the chance.

But she couldn’t. She couldn’t let it go unsaid, not with Foster and Winnie beside her. Not when they had been through hell already—they needed this. She needed this.

Indy stood slowly, stool screeching across the floor, her tone carefully controlled. “Go for it. Sic your fucking teenager on me. I have nothing to lose at this point, right? I’m a child without privilege, I don’t get access to the classified info—so show us who you really are. Drop the fucking façade and show your employees who they’re working for.” She shoved her stool fully back and walked to Coda, kneeling and balancing on her heels to meet him at eye level as he continued to sit. She held no rage, no fury as she looked into his dark eyes evenly—an equal field. “Go ahead. Show them what you really are. Show them what kind of hero you’re going to be for saving this ‘shitty planet.’ do it."

Roje couldn't really say much, Indy was doing all the talking for her. This girl is going to be my partner in crime I swear. in her mind, Indy was a fuckin hero. And Roje was willing to follow without any regrets. However, after Key graciously gave her some information, he decided to slap some temp drop and the fact that Coda was superior to her and had full reign to punish. Her eyes widen, eyebrows raised, and her jaw dropped "Excuse me?" she was actually baffled at this before a short laugh left her lips "Alright Key, I see this fuckin game you're playing. You really think he's gonna scare me? Pfft. He's shown me nothing yet." stubborn yet cocky. Standing up, she cracked her knuckles and rolled her shoulders.

"This is how it's gonna go, huh?" she then looked at her charge and sighed "Banks, take Kitten. I'm gonna have my hands full." she then glanced over at Indy who was in front of Coda, definitely testing her limits with this guy. Moving from her stool, she waited to see what the hell was gonna happen to Indy, if she was down for the count with one move, then Roje would happily take the next plate "C'mon, Superior. Gotta have some power underneath all that thick skin."

There was no difference. Inside or outside, the voices all sounded the same: they laughed, jeered, taunted. He was nothing more than a teenager who showed nothing.

The headache had returned in full force, a two-pronged ache on either side of his skull—no, not an ache anymore. Now it pounded, a tremor threatening to split him open.

He should be so lucky. To just fall apart from the inside out, drown everyone in the room in his cursed blood.

Freak.
Freak.
Freak.

He clenched his teeth through the pain and pressed a hand to either side of his head. If his head split open, would all of his rotten, pitiful thoughts spill out onto the floor, bare for everyone to read—?

He remembered this feeling, something so close to the surface—

Enough! I've had it with your fucking lies! What am I,

Indy—

Malik?

stood in front of him, his brow a hard, unreadable line.

You're half demon.

I know, Adrien said quietly, mournfully. We should have told you sooner.

He had spent his whole life holding it back, taunted by the nightmarish voices that told him to kill, kill, kill.

I'm sorry. I know. But listen to me. Just one more time. It doesn't matter what you are. Because—before anything else—

It didn't want to be held back anymore.

—You're my son.

"Shut. The. Fuck. UP."

The two-pronged headache ended abruptly as two sharp growths split through his temples—wet, glistening horns he knew to be the color of bruises. They would be small, now—he hadn't fed in too long. The blood cutting a hot stream down his face sizzled as it dripped onto the floor.

"You. Don't. Know. Me. At. All."

He grabbed Indy by the face, his hand blocking his own view of her defiant features for a moment before he twisted his arm and smashed her into the floor. The blood dripping from his forehead was a small but steady stream, now, and as he pinned one of Indy's wrists to the floor, he tipped his head down to aim the stream of blood at the center of her hand.

"No permanent damage, huh?" he hissed, his voice taking on a dry, gravelly tone with the appearance of his horns. "Fine. I just want to make you fucking hurt."

The start of a short scream was cut short with a gasp as Coda's fingers dug into her cheeks.

Memories washed over her of pictures painted on walls, dark figures with horns and grim expressions--just like one staring at her now, blood dripping and twisting between the crevices of his twisted face.

He was on top of her, her wrists pinned to the floor. Her chest was heaving, a quick glance at Roje--who stood ready beside them. She had no control over this situation--and the only way she could do anything, the only chance she had, was chaos. The moment she stopped, the moment she eased under his grasp, it was over.

She was the lion pacing in its cage; she would not lay down to die. Let what be, be. Sorry, Beth.

Steeling herself, Indy leaned her head forward, feeling the cool skin of his horns on her skin as her low voice reached his ear. Her voice trembled just the smallest bit as the words washed over her lips. "Is that what you told Maylee?"

Roje was surprised to see what just happened before her eyes. Horns had actually came out from Coda's temples, his voice darker and definitely scarier than before. At first, Roje had lots of faith in Indy. But that all ended when she was pinned in one of the painful ways. The look that Indy shot her only made the vampire act out as she pulled off her jacket and sped up right behind Coda, her hand grabbing a fist full of his hoodie and yanking him back with the strength she possessed and sent him rolling across the floor. She rushed to Indy's side and helped her sit up "I didn't hear any bones crack. But he certainly would break your bones with the way he's looking."

Her adrenaline had been pumping through her veins, her heart race increasing "This is what you really are, huh, Soda? Hiding secrets from little ol' me. Here I thought we were friends." if Roje knew how to do one thing, it was definitely taunting her enemy. She did it for the fact that usually anger blinded the logical thinking side of someone. Which left openings. "Kittenette, just know I'm in the dark as much as you are with him right now. His blood is acidic and that's all I know." she warned, her eyes never moving from coda himself.

The name pelted him like shards of shattered glass. All at once, it was as if all sound had been sucked from the room, all color; nothing remained but a flat, gray void, an empty space absent from time. Then came the footsteps, and his head shot up to see her standing at the other end of the room.

It was late. She still wore her varsity jacket; she had gone to study at a friend's after their track meet. She had been spending less and less time at home lately. Less and less time near him.

She met his eyes, and a nervous glint registered in hers; her mouth had only half-formed that placating smile she had begun to always wear around him before her jaw went slack, the books pressed against her chest landing soundlessly on the floor below.

Dad? Papa...?

In the next moment, he was sent swiftly backward, and Coda hissed as he collected himself, staggered to his feet. Roje.

She hadn't kicked him while he was down. That much was true. But she had still been pelting him with insult after insult, and now—most important—she was in his way, in the way of the enemy who had to pay.

He barely heard her words through the blood roaring in his ears. Nothing she could say could hope to wound him as badly as that name.

"Don't you DARE talk like you know her," he spat, rushing to give Indy another blow—but Roje, naturally, prevented him. Snarling in rage, he aimed a swift, violent stomp down on Indy's hand before he turned his attention to the arrogant vampire.

"I told you exactly what the fuck I am," he spat at Roje. "No one fucking listens." He rushed her, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her into the wall as the bloodlust pulsed behind his eyes. Then, without so much as stopping to reconsider, he leaned abruptly forward and sank his teeth into her neck as deeply as he could, mad with feral fury.

Vampires didn't have a monopoly on biting.

She heard the bones crunching in her wrist and fingers before she felt it. White hot lava slipping up her veins, rocketing into her shoulder as a groan choked from her throat.

The woman and Coda were still brawling, she could barely see Coda's face as it was buried in the woman's neck--but God, did she hear the wet squelch of ripping skin. Indy tried to speak, but she found her throat blocked. Instead, she sat back up, cradling her hand and scooching back, images of flying brain matter and skull flashing on repeat with her brain. "Enough, Coda!" She finally gasped. "You'll fucking kill her, christ, enough."

Roje slammed into the wall, the air being knocked from her lungs before her neck with met with a fate that was more painful than anything. A scream erupting from her mouth as her bit into her skin, his bite painful and his aggression making it that much worse. This was one way to save Indy from the wrath of the Half demon "You son of a bitch!" she shouted, squirming underneath his grasp but not able to escape. There have been situations where she was stuck and could escape, but it didn't stop her from continuing her pursuit for freedom.

Her blood began to spill just about everywhere, smearing on her neck from Coda's aggression while spilling down her body and soaking up into her tank top. She went with her first solution, which was slamming her foot into his, her heel digging into the toe of his shoe while using her arms to try to push him away with all of her strength. One of her tactics were eliminated just because if she bit him, his blood would literally burn her mouth to death. So that alone was out. There was no room for thinking, now this was fight or flight.

This was what he should have done back then. Kept pressing down, down, down until the shape beneath him snapped into permanent stillness.

(Are you sure about that? Three ghosts haunting you instead of just two?)

They all haunted him either way. If he had just committed to it, completed the familicide, he wouldn't have that mercy, that weakness hanging over his head, taunting him, a guillotine waiting to descend—

"*You'll fucking kill her, christ, enough."

The voice splintered through him, and he stiffened.

(Why? her voice was fractured between despair and rage. Why did you—I don't—please just make it make sense—

Just go to sleep, he told her. When you wake up, the monster will be gone.)

Abruptly, Coda jerked back, a piece of skin from Roje's neck tearing away with him. With a curdled snarl, he spat it at her. The room was a spinning blur, the edges of his vision a pulsing red tunnel.

"I've tasted better," he hissed.

Another sharp pain lanced through his skull. He stepped back, hissing as he felt his horns retract into his frontal bone, leaving two clotting wounds behind. Only now did he register the stinging pain in his face where his own blood had trailed down. He could only imagine how much of a desecrated mess his face looked.

Still cute? he thought bitterly as he glared at Roje and then turned away.

If he kept going like this, he may as well just eat her fucking alive. There was nothing she could do, he was going to kill her at this rate. Never was she in a situation that had her literally being mauled this way. When he finally stopped and pulled away, he took a chunk with him and spat it back but she didnt dare look at it with her own eyes as she peeled herself from the wall. Being a vampire had her perks to keep her alive was a plus, but it wasnt such a plus when she was healing at an incredibly slow rate right now. "Y-You're A mother fucker, Coda." she said, her breathing heavy while beads of sweat decorated her forehead.

The pain stung badly and her blood kept slowly spilling along her arm. Taking a brief glance, she huffed "Good luck cleaning that..." she mumbled to herself and glared back at Coda. Anger written all over her face. He may have been stronger than her within this moment, but that was because she didnt know what he could do, but now she did. "Good to know...That I dont taste good." she gritted her teeth, pondering if she should keep going at him, especially in her condition. "I like to be bitter." she forced out, making her way over to him, wincing with her movements "Just because...you went for my neck...doesnt mean you've won just yet." a stubborn one she was. Could she faint from all this blood? Could vampires even faint? Her vision had gone into Tunnel Vision and only focused on Coda. There was nothing more that she wanted than to beat the shit out of him.

Her head felt like it was going to explode between the loss of blood and the anger boiling within her "Is that all you got, Kid? Or is there more?" she huffed, grasping onto the edge of the counter and closing her eyes briefly and trying to concentrate.

Banks was more than concerned, casting glances to Key, and the others. However, when Indy seemed to be out for the count with what was surely a broken hand, he pushed Winnie toward Park. "Watch her a second."

He dived low, grabbing the upper part of Indy's arms in an attempt to pull her toward him, and back toward the others all by the still closed door.

Indy finally let out a low scream as the sudden movement jarred her hand, but her left reached back to grasp Bank’s forearm in thanks as he dragged her back.

Kid.

Coda turned on her again, his eyes narrowing. It didn't matter. Nothing he did mattered. He could fight and claw and spit all he wanted, and he would never have respect.

What was wrong with him? What was it about him that drew ridicule after ridicule, insult after insult? What did he have to do to be strong?

No, not only strong. One of the strong.

"You talk too much," he growled at Roje. With a swift motion, he grabbed her by the neck and twisted, shuddering at the enthralling crunch of her neck snapping.

His heart raced with desire as he let her drop to the floor. Every cell in his body screamed for more, but—no. This was as far as he could go without killing her. She was a vampire; even an injury like this would clear up given enough time. Not that he was refraining from killing her out of a moral obligation—Coda barely even remembered Key's warning not to kill at this point. He had simply decided he would not allow the cocky vampire to die until she had seen him for every bit as monstrous as he really was.

Key pushed away from the wall, "Very good, Coda. Thank you." He glanced to the others by the door, hoping this demonstration would quell things for a while. "Please carry her, Banks will guide your charge and his to the bus."

Key whistled, and the guard opened the door at last. There had been quite a few gathered from the sounds of the battle and screaming, so might as well make use of them.

"Be sure everyone gets on that bus." Key gestured to three of them, "And you three will ride with us." And with that, the group moved to board the bus to take them to the airport.

Coda looked down at Roje, moving to hoist her up over his shoulder—but he stopped when he noticed the leather jacket she had tossed aside before the fight. She was a real mess. Covered in blood. Better to keep it from getting everywhere.

Coda scooped up the jacket and then propped Roje up at the waist, wrapping the jacket around her shoulders before lifting her into his arms.

He frowned for a moment as he looked into her face, remembering how inexplicably angry he had been when he had walked in to see her crying from the effects of Morgan’s dust. For a moment, maybe, he had been starting to... not like her, but not hate her as he did everyone else.

That was all over now, to be sure. She probably saw him as a freak, now, a violent animal.

It was better this way. Freaks like him shouldn’t have friends.

coded by natasha.
 

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​




Sage

Tags Hayley Britt-21 Britt-21 | Location: Coven HQ ​


Sage worked for the Coven. He had worked for them longer than he could count, not that he could count very high. Sage was a creature of simple means, and a simpler mind than most. He didn't know why, couldn't remember what happened, perhaps he had been born that way, no one could tell him.

What he did know, was how to make things, especially with rock and stone. It was part of his ability, being what he was. What was he again? Oh yes. A big, strong thing with horns and, no, that wasn't right. His horns had been lost in an accident, and they had to cut them off down to just little stubs. That's right. Sage remembered.

One hand moved to rub at the top of his head, where the stubs should be, only to find a human head, hair shaved nearly to the scalp. Yes, he had a human form, that's right. Sage remembered. He didn't remember why he stood in front of the door to a member of the circle of.. circle of... something something. Huff.

A large hand knocked on the door before it returned to run back and forth across the top of his head. He stood six feet seven inches, with a very broad shoulder and muscles meant to carry his form. He was built for strength of body, not strength of mind. Sage remembered.

As soon as the door opened, perhaps even before it had opened, Sage rumbled. His voice was deep, most said it sounded like the way they expected a mountain to talk, if it could talk. Gravelly, deep, and with a hint of the simple mind others referred to him as a lot. They called him simple, a lot. Sage remembered.

"Hello. I am Sage. I am here to.. uh.. work. To.. build. Yes? Hello."

coded by natasha.
 

Hayley.png
1594690803219.png
Location: Coven HQ | Interactions: Out Of Words Out Of Words

Hayley lifted her eyes up to the large man that knocked on her door. Claiming he was here to do some work. That's right, she was informed of someone coming around to fix up her room to fit more of her style. More unique to her. Currently she was fully dressed, wearing a jean jacket matched with a maroon shirt underneath and some jeans. Of course, couldn't forget her signature boots. "Yes, I remember being told about you coming around to build." she opened the door further and moved backward into the room "Just watch your head." of course, she had no problems but with how tall he was, he would definitely have some problems. "There's not much that I need changed but, I like to take advantage of the opportunity while I can." she turned her back to him and moved to her laptop that was currently sitting on the bed "I'm Phoenix by the way." the nickname that she had earned for herself due to...Many reasons. Grasping her laptop and pulling it from the bed, she moved over to him, opening it up and going into her pictures.

"I heard the best way to help, was to just simply show you a picture. I found a basic idea of what I'd like." she pulled up the picture and turned the laptop to take a look at "I wouldn't want to be in your way, but if you need me here, I can gladly stay." the whole reason she wanted to take advantage of the situation was because the room itself made her uncomfortable. Of course, she had sucked it up for the time she's been here but it was about time she got something to make her feel more comfortable. That is what a room was for, on top of it also being a private space in which she needed, especially for when the moon was at its strongest. While holding the Laptop for him to look, she looked up at him "If you need a drink or something while you're doing this, don't hesitate to ask." ah, hospitality at its finest.​
 

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​




Sage

Tags Hayley Britt-21 Britt-21 | Location: Coven HQ ​


Sage gave a big old goofy grin, the kind that went to one side of his face, not quite the other. And it crinkled the corners of his eyes, and just lit up his whole expression. "Hi. I'm Sage." He said as he watched his head, one hand running along the top of the room until it was out of his reach.

He had been lost for a moment in the feel of the rock ceiling, but when she drew his attention to the laptop pictures, he let his hand rest on top of his head instead. Instead of bending at the waist to look at the pictures, Sage sank into a crouch. He didn't dare touch the laptop for fear of breaking it, but he did do his best to gently nudge so it would turn toward him a little bit more.

"Oh, that's pretty." Again that big goofy smile was sent in Phoenix's direction briefly, then he was studying the aesthetics. "I can do that. Uh.. need the picture left open. Okay?" And as for the rest, "Your room, you can stay or not as you want. I am okay. No drink or food while working."

Sage stood up then and did a little lookie loo through the room, finding the best place to start. "Okay. I start now. I uh.. have to change now." This time the smile was worried, like he hadn't given enough of a warning, or expected some type of a bad reaction, or worse, laughter. Still, he changed.

He made sure to be in the most open area of the room before he shook off the human form for his true form. It was very much like a wet dog, trying to shake off the water. It started from the head and rippled through the rest of his body. Only, instead of water, he just shook off the glamour and magic used to hide his true form.

Much closer to eight feet, and a whole lot broader in the shoulder, the Minotaur with the horn stubs snorted a few times. Hooves instead of feet stomped to get the last of the disguise off, tail swishing behind him. His skin was gray, with fur short enough to pass as skin. With a flat nose, and small pointed ears that stuck out straight to either side, Sage glanced at Phoenix for a reaction.

Thankfully, he had clothes, a white tank top and some brown pants, custom made for his side, and his tail. Ears twirled, like a happy hippo, as he moved to start the work. Hands, much larger now, pressed flat to the rock, and he began to shape it to match the picture.

coded by natasha.
 

Hayley.png
1594695216187.png
Location: Coven HQ | Mentions: Out Of Words Out Of Words

The goofy smile on his face had made the woman smile in return to his own. It was almost like she was looking at innocence at its finest. She heard word of him, and simple wasn't far from wrong. But she seen more innocence in his actions and reactions. When he complimented the picture, she spoke, the smile still on her lips "Yeah...I tried to fit together something from the woods into it. Just so it feels less like stone and more like forest." she said, hazel eyes tracking him as he moved about the room before he said he had to change. Seeing as she saw nothing to indicate a change of clothes, she figured that it was the form he possessed. Though more of his glamour which he shook off as if it was nothing. A Minotaur did surprise her, but yet at the same time it didn't. When he looked at her, she spoke "Nice, gained a few more inches and got a bit bigger. Not bad." she said, letting out a light laugh while watching him work his magic.

Hayley didn't mind standing there and being an easel for him, while holding the laptop. There wasn't much she had to do for the day anyways other than watch Sage work on her room. It felt like it was a lot to ask, but he happily did what he was told. Though, that could be an assumption rather than a fact. Might as well make myself comfortable. she thought to herself, watching him with curious eyes as he continued to shift the room into what she wanted, "So, Sage, a lot of people talk about you." the witch started off with "I would like to know more about the man standing in front of me with his own words." his speech was simple, so she really hoped she didn't make him run into a corner. On top of it all she did want to make some small talk while he worked, staying in silence was usually fine, but if she had opportunities to get to know others, you know damn well she'll jump for them.

Being a witch, it was one of the best things to have. Information was key to anything that was needed. Granted, she may not need much on this guy, but it was good practice. She glanced over the top of her laptop for a second to make sure it hadn't gone to sleep and then she looked back at Sage. Flicking her head just to get some hair out of her face.​
 

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​




Out Of Words

Tags: Clementine AsherMasher AsherMasher | Location: ????​


Everything seemed the same, day after day, the same old threads weaving to make a suit of normality, of consistency. The reflection seemed slightly different, down, tired, weary, bone weary and nothing to show as the reason or rhyme behind it.

Once Clementine opened the door to her home and stepped outside, there was a definitive shift of reality. Like a sideways slideshow, the next slide snapped into place, jarring and abrupt, the change severe enough it could not be missed. Would not be missed.

Gone was the house and door so recently closed. Gone was the neighborhood of old and familiarity. In it's place was a place not known, not even a faint twinge of some faded dream. A forest surrounded her, and in it, a clearing. A house of stone and rock stood two stories high.

Nothing like Clementine had seen before, with the vibrant green and blue hued grass. Trees shimmered like a rainbow, with colors to match, and throughout the clearing, little lights twinkled in and out. Magical Will O' Wisps, Faeries, Pixies, winged things fluttering about. And every single one was singing her name.

"Clementine, willst thou be mine, oh Clementine?"

One stood out, as if selected to be the voice heard above all else. A beacon for the attention of the one known as Clementine. "There you are, one so fair. We waited so long, for you to be aware." The voice was soft, a tinkling of a melody older than the time of humans. It kissed the ear a moment before the words registered, a tone meant to soothe rather than alarm.

When Clementine looked for the source, she didn't have to search for long. Bearing the same height and stature, the creature was human as much as she was not. Two horns rested atop her reddish brown hair, eyes as bright as the glowing fairy lights, with a smile to match.

She lay on a bed of blue clover, clad in a simple dress, homemade from the longer stems of grass and more. Weaved together with magic and mirth, the creature speaking to Clementine grinned, hands making golden dust magic swirl idly. Wings curled around her on either side, a small talon at the top juncture, they originated from somewhere along her back shoulder blades. And one curled, used as a method to beckon the witch closer.

"Come, come. The moment is nearly done. We must bargain for your freedom."

coded by natasha.
 
Last edited:

A NIGHT BLEEDS
A story by Out Of Words​




Sage

Tags Hayley Britt-21 Britt-21 | Location: Coven HQ ​


Sage wasn't used to having to split his attention and turn them different ways. So when he had to focus on his reply, hands stopped moving, the rock stopped being shaped. The Minotaur turned his head slightly, peering at Phoenix sideways.

"Uh.. I am... simple." His voice had the smallest of wavers, something he didn't like being known as, but it was fact, he was simple. Sage remembered. "I uh.. shape.. rock?"

It was clear Sage was not accustomed to people talking to him, expecting answers. They always talked at him, and usually not too kindly unless they wanted something. Oh. Sage understood. Phoenix wanted something.

"Am I.. not.. doing right?" Sage stopped to turn and look at the picture on the small laptop. Everything was small compared to Sage. That's why he had to be so careful when he moved, human guise or not. "If not, you just have to say. Sage will listen. I.. I will listen."

Sometimes, he slipped into third person speak. Someone called it that, called him out on it, but Sage didn't really understand it. He wasn't three people. He was only one. Maybe the size of three people. Oh, Sage gets it now. "Sage size of three." That's what they meant. Surely.

"What Phoenix want Sage to do?"
coded by natasha.
 


What? She had done what—?

Every cell in Winnie's body froze at Key's announcement of her sin. For a brief moment, her mind hovered on the curiosity of there having been another—she had had a partner, once, hadn't been alone, once?—but it was short-lived as she imagined what sort of atrocity she could have committed to end them.

How? When...? Winnie squeezed her eyes shut, wracked her brain, but she couldn't remember a partner, could remember nothing except sitting alone and shuddering in that cell, counting her days by the dispassionate declarations of breakfast, lunch, dinner from outside her door. All, for the most part, untouched.

If she couldn't remember something, it couldn't have happened, right...? Feebly clinging to hope, Winnie glanced at Key. It seemed he was the only one who knew what had happened, and the thought of asking him for details was too nightmarish to entertain. Perhaps it was better if she didn't know? Perhaps it had been so horrifyingly savage, she couldn't possibly live with herself thereafter—

But was the emptiness, the void of knowledge worse? Absent of an explanation, Winnie could only fill the interstices with the most brutal horrors imaginable. Whatever she had done, surely it was enough to convince even Christ to turn away in disgust.

Before she could ruminate feverishly on it for much longer, though, the bone-splitting sound of a brawl filled the cafeteria, and Winnie jolted as if by lightning; frantically, she abandoned her stool and scooted back until she had hit the barrier of a wall.

The angry half-demon, Coda, was on a rampage against Indy. Winnie shrank against the wall in terror as she watched a pair of horns sprout from his head—she hadn't doubted what Key said he was, she thought; he didn't need to bring his horns to prove it—and then she sank to her knees, breathless, as he began to mercilessly attack Indy and then the vampire woman. The sound of Indy's bones crunching summoned a wave of hot bile to Winnie's throat, and she squeezed her eyes shut, pressed her hands desperately over her ears.

The sounds he was making—they were like a dog's.

Mars hadn't been her dog. He had been her father's. She didn't love him, but she didn't hate him, either. After all, her father had left him behind, too.
​
Winnie pressed her hands harder, harder over her ears, but the sounds of Indy's anguish still rattled in her skull.

She fed him and washed him because no one else could be bothered, but she couldn't walk him; the dog was a hulking beast, a great jet-black mass of quivering muscle and fur, and she was tiny, shrunken, more fetal than feral.

The neighbor boy walked him instead for five dollars a pop. The neighbor boy with sandy hair that never lay flat and mud-spatter freckles and a perpetual smile that twisted his face without ever touching his eyes.
​
She wanted to scream, too, but screaming only drew attention. Winnie shoved her hands in her mouth as a muzzle and bit down, her fangs pricking tiny holes into her skin.

C'mere, Winifred. Me and Mars wanna show you a fun trick.​

The noises coming from Coda's throat were those of an animal.

That's the fun thing about dogs, yeah? They'll just let you do it.
​
She could hear the saliva frothing at his mouth as his jaw unhinged.

I'm sorry, Mars, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just need to get out of here, I just can't be here anymore—
​
Then came the crunch as teeth met bone—

Coda and the vampire woman and

two battered, wild animals, one huge and dark and blameless, the other small and fair and full of sin.
​
Her heart pounded louder and louder until she realized it was the only sound in the room. Trembling, Winnie opened her eyes and loosed her hands from her mouth and saw Banks pulling a bloodied Indy by the arm, Coda lifting the other blood-drenched woman into his arms.

Briefly, she looked down at her own hands, saw the two tiny holes where her fangs had poked through. Blood—her blood could fix wounds, couldn't it? Indy—

But a sinister little voice in her whispered, then: You think she's going to want help from a murderer?

Winnie went still except for her jaw quivering, and she quickly smeared her blood away on the underside of her sweatshirt and hid her hands beneath the surfeit material of the sleeves that hung over her scrawny arms.

Everyone was leaving the room, now, moving on to the next leg of their journey, and Winnie rose unsteadily to her feet, sticking to Banks's side as she followed him to the door.

Again, Key's words: This one has killed her partner.

She stuck to Banks's side, still, only a step or two farther back.


winnie sawyer.

psychic vampire

 

Hayley.png
1594740210549.png
Location: Coven HQ | Interactions: Out Of Words Out Of Words

Hayley really didn't want to laugh, she really didn't because he was being honest and innocent all at the same time. The smile on her face was pretty wide before a giggle escaped her lips. Sage may have seemed like a large intimidating guy, but he was so cute. When he asked if he wasn't doing something right, she raised her eyebrow and looked at him as he took another look at the picture displayed on her computer. Did he think...Did he really think he was doing something wrong? In her eyes, he didn't do anything wrong... After he went into third person about himself, she shook her head with that same friendly smile "Sage," she said, looking up at him "You're doing perfectly fine. As long as you have this picture as the reference, you're okay, right?" she asked, her head tilting slightly. Maybe there was another reason why he would ask a question like that "Do most people make you think that you're doing something wrong?" as she double checked her questions from earlier, they were just simple ones. Nothing crazy or complicated.

Adjusting her laptop to be held with one arm, she used her other to lift and pat her hand on the side of his arm "Here, we can start with easier questions. Like your favorite color? Mine's Orange." she may have been distracting him from his work, but no doubt some talking can help him out with his own speech as well as relax a little bit around her. Hayley wasn't scary, she didn't plan on hurting him if he did something wrong. Something doesn't seem right. I know he's a Minotaur and already has a tough time speaking... But he seems to correct himself a lot as if he's not allowed to talk how he wants. she observed this. He went from First to Third with a flick of a switch. Dropping her hand, she then went and held the laptop with both arms, Hazel eyes looking at him with welcoming and friendly eyes. Her dimples on her face from that warm smile, trying to keep the air friendly. She knew only about what others had told her. But some seemed to pick on poor Sage when he was innocent and definitely friendly... Maybe he was biased cause she's a female?

Just something else she'd have to learn at some point about Sage.​
 
You must log in or register to reply here.

Users who are viewing this thread

Total: 6 (members: 0, guests: 6)

Similar threads

ValinoreanDawn
Fantasy World of Darkness; L.A. By Night (IC)
Replies
11
Views
447
ValinoreanDawn
ValinoreanDawn
TanteRegenbogen
Fantasy Is The Demon Lord A Myth [Arcanepunk High Fantasy]
demons high fantasy retrofuturistic
Replies
12
Views
261
Vox Angelis
Vox Angelis
JSPD2000
Fantasy Blood & Ruin (A Dark Fantasy Roleplay)[IC]
Replies
19
Views
555
Aura-Slash
Aura-Slash
swarmlord1231
Fantasy Ulgaria, Adventures in a Grim World
fantasy
Replies
10
Views
308
swarmlord1231
swarmlord1231
Hell0NHighWater
Multiple Settings Life's A Game ⎨IC⎬
apocalypse dark fantasy dice system: d20
Replies
19
Views
466
Chise_Robin_
Chise_Robin_
Back
Top