T.R.K. - Free Roam

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<strong><span style="font-size:18px;">T</span></strong>his RP tab is for players who wish to free-roam or just chill out in The Raven King world. There are no post length requirements, and nothing that happens here is canon without the GM's consent, so players can do whatever they want, nevertheless remembering the rules of this RP.


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[CoconutLeaves]

Autumn Road


One Day After The Halloween Event


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Fortunata sat on the rickety boat, hooded eyes telling of a terrible night's sleep. She sat in a crouched position, the table raised to show the array of colorful cloths, her wares among other on this boat for four. Autumn Road, was living up to its name. The day had brightened and the merchant's boat had gotten itself a makeover with the foliage of canary-yellow and bright-orange leaves that feel from the many trees that dotted this street. The waterways themselves were now a place where hundreds of these fallen leaves floated on the peaceful waters as the bustle of men and women echoed in the air from the events of yesterday. So loud was the noise, it didn't take Fortunata much effort to pick up pieces of the conversation: "Could it be Special Effects?", "Was it a terror plot?", "Is this some sort of a new type of drug?", "Has the Illuminati begun its move?". These theories, ranging from the sensible to the bizzare echoed among the unmoving merchants, who would often wish that the conversation be about buying their goods, but they themselves have taken party to the topic.


"Fortunata? You see un phone?" The tan girl next to her wearing a jacket motioned for her to look at her phone while she spoke with her other partner, but moved the phone to show to her friend before Fortunata could put a word in. She was thankful she didn't have to speak.


The night before gave her quite a fright. After facing those creatures leaving her tired and exhausted, she came to a home with a fire sputtering in front of her Grandmother's coffin. This brought her alarm as she began to feed coal and wood to the fire before it extinguished itself. Her grandmother must have been weaker than she imagined to be brought to such a state. To think that what she did weakened her lovable grandmother to a point where she could have worried her that she spent a good portion of the night keeping watch over the fire before deciding she had to sleep lest she find a lack of it and suffer for her foolishness.


Now here she was, doing her job while wishing the bread, cheese, and tea had given her the energy she needed today. Because of the state of her health, she thought better of going to the cafe and decided to do the less exhausting work of selling the cloths she sewed while she gather enough strength to report for duty. She wasn't too worried, she had a feeling they were in a panic trying to put a clamp down on the problem with the videos than with a late employee.


"Fortunata, do you think the end of times is about to begin? I know that we had some false alarms and hoaxes before but...oh? No! No! I found that online." The girl beside her began to spoke then ended the conversation and began a new one before she could utter a word.


She could only sigh as she kept her head in a comfortable position and her body relaxed. If it wasn't for the loudness of man, his and her creations, and the emotions that were at play in the street, she could have called this a quiet, peaceful day.


@Zer0

 

[Zer0]

- Chill Sandell -

"Autumn Street, One day after The Raven King"​

"Yo, Fortunata!" called a cheerful voice by the banks.


It was Chill, still with a couple of bandages around his head from yesterday. The passing crowd was giving his healing wounds curious looks, but didn't stop to say anything. Chill was carrying his usual backpack and his old camera was swinging around his neck. For some reason, he was dressed like a university student today and had his black-rimmed glasses on. Usually, he'd just wear contacts while working.


He jogged lightly by the banks to keep up with the merchant boat, "Morning." he greeted the two ladies. "You two heading west?" he looked like he wanted to hitch a ride.


@CoconutLeaves

 

[CoconutLeaves]

Autumn Street


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Fortunata head rose to meet the source of the voice. She knew who he was, one of the more outgoing and talented magic users of Libra. Though she was surprised he had remembered her name. Though their previous interactions were deferential, they were more or less fleeting moments where she did not utter the words that were necessary to the conversation, and she would be on her way.


She looked at him, giving him a simple nod of acknowledgement. She thought he was just waving hello, but the way he looked at her, it was clear Chill wanted a ride.


His wounds have mostly been fixed, or those that she could see. She never checked on his wounds that time for he was under the care of someone else. Coming over would have been nothing but a bother since the other person looked dependable enough. But the way he carried himself today, it was clear he more or less recovered. Which was a relief.


She wondered why he was here, in the Autumn Street when there were much more pressing matters that required his presence. She would be hard pressed to believe he did not hear the whispers of the crowd, of the gossip that flowed freely into peoples' ears. She could hear him, and she wondered if he was distressed with this new development. No matter.


When he spoke, she was about to respond when her tanned shipmate next to her spoke up, "No, but I am willing to head to a May-December romance~" She fluttered her eyelashes, earning a playful smack from both her shipmates. The woman couldn't help it, she was exactly her type! It's not everyday a blonde angel in glasses wanted to rock the boat...literally speaking.


Fortunata looked at the two and raised her left eyebrow, earning her two shrugs. Business was slow here, everyone was too engrossed in the chaos of the previous night for them to be focused on shopping. Perhaps there were quieter and more business-minded lanes they could find.


"Be Careful not to get water on the products; you damage, you buy." Fortunata spoke, her voice clear and strong as if it were new. They thn shifted positions to balance the boat and await for Chill to join them.


@Zer0

 

[Zer0]

- Chill Sandell -

"Autumn Street, One day after The Raven King"​

"Got it." said Chill grinning, adding a wink for Fortunata's friend, and lightly stepped on to the boat. That was new, he didn't know Fortunata was a merchant.


He sighed in relief as he took as a seat opposite her. "My wounds have been killing me, I had to do you-know-what so that I can walk properly." It was easy to trigger his ability at times, but tiring if he had to channel it all the time, which was what he had been doing since he woke up in the Milson Mansion this morning.


He was supposed to be resting for four more days, but Libra needed all the help they can get shutting down the videos of The Raven King and the scarecrows online, and so he insisted to help. Some videos they could remove from the manor, but some had to be hacked out from the servers where they were uploaded. Which was why Chill was heading to a College University in the West District to erase all the videos of the incident that the students had posted there.


He was supposed to be just a freelance photographer to the eyes of the non-magical community, and he was certain that the lady accompanying Fortunata wasn't part of Libra, so he didn't say anything.


"These are beautiful," began Chill looking at the colorful intricately patterned cloths with great interest, "I didn't know you were a merchant, did the both of you weave all of these?"


@CoconutLeaves

 

[CoconutLeaves]

Autumn Street


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"Three." A voice spoke up on the side of Chill. It came from a pale, robust, jolly faced old woman who wore a one piece red dress up to her knees. She was selling a row of clearly knock-off versions of branded earphones and headphones, the misspelling obvious from the persuasive looking boxes holding the goods. "I'm Roberta, I've been here the whole time." She said with a measure of self-depreciation that did not feel like a scold but rather a humorous observation of what just transpired.


Fortunata in the meantime took one of her better products and wrapped it in paper. As she did so, the tanned woman, whose name Indiana, spoke with a short laugh. "No, she's not a merchant. She sells on the weekend, and just enough to make ends meet. You're her co-worker for that cafe she told us about? You must be! We've seen her house once, not another soul could be seen in around there. So there was no way you could be her neighbor! Hey, what school do you go to boy? And what's this cafe you work in? Do you do...reserved waiters?" Indiana waggled her eyebrows, earning a stronger playful slap from Roberta. Indiana laughed while Fortunata finished tying the paper with a red thread and handed it to him.


"These are what I do during my spare time. Have this, it might make a good present for someone," She said as she looked at him, trying to think of how best to do double talk, "I'm glad to see you're well. I assume you're on your way to fix...the leak?" Fortunata asked as she took out a needle and thread, "I'll start working a bit late, but tell me, Mr. Sandell. Just how much was lost?" She spoke in a way that made Indiana and Roberta think of the young boy, as a plumber or a IT Specialist. They tried to imagine while Fortunata looked at Chill while starting her sewing on the white piece of cloth she held on her hand.


@Zer0

 

[Zer0]

- Chill Sandell -

"Autumn Street, on a Cloth Merchant Boat"​

"Reserved waiters?" Chill chuckled, giving the ladies a questioning look. He obviously didn't know what that meant, but caught on enough to understand it was a kinky joke.


"I'm a freelance photographer," he said tapping his old camera, "sometimes I show my works in the coffee shop and do odd jobs for them --- oh, thanks." he added gratefully, wondering why Fortunata was giving him something that could be a present for someone. He had no such someone in his life right now, only friends and some buddies who were also Espers that he'd go hiking in the mountains with sometimes.


". . . I'll start working a bit late, but tell me, Mr. Sandell. Just how much was lost?"


That was actually good double-talk. Most of the time, he didn't meet people who were half as smart to think up of something like that.


"Yeah, I need to get to Solomon University by ten." said Chill. "The chemistry room is one big flooded mess, it'll spread fast if it's not fixed quickly. Why they decide to have chemistry classes on the first floor when all the fumes would rise up to the second and third, I'll never know."


@CoconutLeaves

 

[CoconutLeaves]

Autumn Street,


Big Rows Keep it Floating


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"Aiee, It's irresponsible young boys and girls who are not careful. That's why these mistakes happen more often these days!" Indiana commented, with a frustrated sigh, "Why! Just last week, my son, Isvyl, decided to..." She began to speak to Roberta, talking about her disobedient and unapologetic son who for some reason couldn't seem to follow simple requests. Roberta nodded sympathetically, listening and giving comments as the two began to row the boat on the gentle waterways of the city. The trip could be thought of as...calming. The rhythmic, constant sound of wood paddling along the water; the sound of bells and calls from hawkers displaying their wares, and the carefree laughter of children mixed with the worried gossip of parents combined into one harmonious mix. Then, there was the occasional eruptions of feminine laughter that came from Indiana and Roberta.


This was the sort of calm pace Fortunata needed right now. It also allowed her to think of his words, and focus upon them. No matter how she could interpret it, the move was simply...


Suppression.





She didn't know how to feel about it. On one hand, the information shouldn't be kept hidden. It's like water in a heated pot; it would just boil, and boil, until the water erupts, spilling in a chaotic fashion that would be a mess to clean up. Also, wouldn't it help the others be put in a state of awareness. Wouldn't this allow the people to set aside their differences and work in a unified manner that would surprise even the most jaded critic?


Fortunata pondered that thought, the only sound that could be heard from her was the minute noises of the needle piercing the cloth, then coming out once more, the foundation for an intricate work of art. After five more loops with the red thread, she decided to snip it.


"People don't often foresee these spills from happening. That's why life often upends the best laid plans, because it knows that one thing you couldn't think of." She commented, glancing at him briefly, then focusing on her handiwork once more.


But she had seen the Raven King firsthand. It was then she knew how weak her own will was, how fragile was her soul. Even with her exhausted grandmother expending most of her strength to protect her, even she could not shield her from the effects of the Being's presence. If she couldn't even withstand that, what more the common man and woman? Would they fall into a madness that they would never have predicted? Would chaos and violence be the values that would keep the world spinning? Suppressing this truth until they have all reached a level of some..mental strength, seemed the most sensible thing to do at the moment.


"Either way, even if you clean this one, there could always be other spills, one much messier than the last." She gave her final input, then placed down the handiwork as she looked at the scenery of the cobblestone roads a foot away from them. They were getting farther away from the louder districts, entering the areas of old shops and generation-given stalls. The people who loitered about still looked like as if they came from the more glitzier area of Autumn Street, but there was a sureness of where they were going and what they were doing.


Not too far, Fortunata could see a crowd gather on one of the stalls. A man stood on top of three old carboard boxes that seemed as if they were to break with any extra weight, his hair long and braided into strands before tied into one long braid. He wore a brown colored shirt with fabric that looked as if they were made from the cheapest fabrics and fashioned into a crudely made piece of clothing. His voice resounded, strong and clear, instantly becoming audible as the boat got closer to him.


"I tell you now, my brothers and sisters! He will leave a judgement that will break the balance of this world! He will crush what we know and confuse us on what we cherish! But we must stand United! United against the Raven King!"





@Zer0

 

[Zer0]

- Chill Sandell -

"Autumn Street, on a Cloth Merchant Boat"​

"You are so pessimistic." chuckled Chill, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. "Like you're saying what I do won't help 'cause something much harder will come later."


His temper was slowly rising, he didn't like where this conversation was going. After giving Fortunata a steely look, he turned to take a few pictures of the colorful cloths to cool down.


"I tell you now, my brothers and sisters!' yelled a voice from the banks. "He will leave a judgment that will break the balance of this world! He will crush what we know and confuse us on what we cherish! But we must stand United! United against the Raven King!"


Chill's eyes narrowed broodingly the closer they came to the 'herald of doom'. He didn't like people like this, all they did was sow fear instead of actually doing something to keep the peace.


"Know what, nevermind, I'll get off here." said Chill darkly and leaped off the boat and onto the bank where he strode towards the crowd before the man standing on the three cardboard boxes. He looked like a monk . . . come to think about it, this man was dressed exactly like the Monks of Sonoran, a politically neutral faction of Espers that worked to maintain the balance of good and evil in the world.


@CoconutLeaves

 

[CoconutLeaves]

Autumn Street


Big Rows Keep it Turning


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"Ohh, the boy just sent chills into our bones," Indiana looked at Fortunata a bit bothered at the change of atmosphere, "His voice was quite chilling, what exactly did you say to him?" She said as she exchanged a look of concern with the sudden departure of the handsome acquaintance. Honestly, she hasn't even finished ogling him yet!


Forutnata exhaled strongly through her nose. She hadn't meant it as a rebuke at his efforts! She sagged her shoulders, sighing once more. This is why she didn't favor speaking half the time. People made too many assumptions and too many interpretations, running on a flow of emotions when they could just clarify. She knew she should have corrected his misunderstanding, but now it was far too bothersome to even try. He was still angry and she was in no mood in placating someone just because the person didn't have the good sense to ask for a clarification.


"Let's stop here. The crowd might buy." She said, leaving the two's questions unanswered. Seeing there wasn't anything that could be argued, they went back to their positions and continued to work.


Fortunata wasn't sure what their next encounter might be like, but truthfully, there wasn't anything that she did to get her fired. So long as she did her duty, no questions were asked of her. Putting the curt encounter aside, her eyes focused on the monk, listening to his sermon.


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"For now, weapons are not the solution! It is defense! Defense against temptation, against greed, against jealousy! If we can stomp out these desires from us, we can defeat an evil that would make the very heavens shudder!" The monk had spoken, his voice resounding to a group of listeners who were at both amused and interested. He looked around, unmindful of the disbelief in people's faces and felt an energy from the blonde man and the girl with the dark hair. He focused in a manner that retained the aura of a man who had not seen anything surprising.


"Everyone of us is a hero or a heroine! Everyone of us has a power that can move mountains and split the sea! But it takes time, it takes time to unlock these skills! But to those who can wield them, who have grasped their potential, I implore you! Strengthen yourselves! Dark days are coming! Days that will make the waters thrash, the fires rage in joy, the lightning crack the earth! The greedy thirst of those who seek power will reveal themselves, all wanting to take the Raven King's corrupted strength! Stand firm, fight valiantly, your tests have begun! And those who think themselves as weak, find strength in one another. We are now to be tested! The test one that will decide the path of the very life of this earth!"


@Zer0


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[Cosmic Cobalt]

Leoward Dyani Westen

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Dyani stirred in a fitful dream. There were no clear images, just blurred sensations and colors smearing around him in a dizzying spiral. Emotions filled him up while incomprehensible sounds rang around him like distant bells. He heard voices, but they spoke no words. Dyani tried to walk towards them, but direction seemed to change at will and slosh around him. There was a dull ache, not like pain but a strange pulsing that he seemingly felt under his skin. He grabbed at the air.


Leoward...He heard someone murmur around him.


"No, it's Dyani." He replied in a slurred voice.


Leoward Westen...


"Don't call me that."


Leoward...


"Call me Dyani!" He suddenly shouted, blinking away the colors.


The dream became clear. No, it wasn't a dream anymore. Dyani slowly sat up, the dull throbbing traveling through his limbs. He blinked more fiercely, clearing the fog from his eyes and seeing as the world came together in clear detail. It was...a library. It seemed to be the one in the Milson Mansion, but he couldn't be sure. Dyani cradled his head in his hands for a brief moment, still coming down from the strange high of his dream. Thoughts were pouring into his skull and becoming mixed together in a slurry of half memories and views. A name suddenly popped into his head. His elk tail wagged quickly.


"Dusty?" He gasped. His hand flew to his side, where Dusty had worked hard to patch him up. His eyes scanned the room, but his gaze fell on someone he wasn't familiar with. Another man in the room. His tail briefly stopped wagging. Was he real? Maybe he wasn't even real. Did he have a name? Dyani was still trying to clear his mind from the heavy veil of sleep.


"Hey, hey?" Dyani mumbled nonsensically, his hand waving towards the man. "Wait, yeah, you." He had seen the man before. He was on the battlefield. Dyani had briefly caught sight of him while he was fighting.


"Yoooooooouuu...." His words felt heavy leaving his mouth.

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@Orpheus @Gilzar

Spoiler

(Dyani gets to know Aaron afterwards, which is why he is more familiar with him in the Episode 2 post. Since it involves a timeskip, I made so that in that time between, Aaron and Dyani know each other more. Just in case this was confusing)

 

[OverconfidentMagi]

Nona Usagi​

Milson Manor, Underground Bunker

Elena Woods' Room​

"Hmm? Stop what exactly?"


A taller than usual Nona stared down at the president's daughter. Her red eyes seemed to be searching the other girl, looking for something unusual that might justify all of the talk about her that was quietly filling the inside of the manor. "So you're the one they've been talking about then? I don't really see what all the fuss is about."


She punched herself in the side and commanded the rabbits hidden beneath her long dress to let her off. This time the dismount didn't go quite as smoothly, and Nona ended up tumbling onto the floor as the entire stack of rabbits and vampire toppled down. Her first act of business once she had peeled herself from the floor and extracted herself from the endless fabric of the much-too-big dress she'd been wearing was to punt what she guessed at random had been the bottom rabbit across the room into the far wall.


She turned her attentions back onto Elena with a dangerous smile. "I suppose I should introduce myself then. I. Am. Nona."

 

[Orpheus]

Dusty Aidan



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Aidan had remembered a few details about the great war. he knew the professor once spoke about it before, but he knew little, that or didn't care to make any further studies on it. however shedding some further light on the subject.


"Ease up Dyani, Get some rest otherwise ill put you to bed myself"


the bout of sass was mainly due to his care for the poor darn elk. he needed rest and he was taking it end of discussion, so now he needed to focus on one thing. What was the rift? and what was the great wars the old man spoke about?


"Can you tell me about the Great wars then? ...i wanna know.. if you please"


he didn't want to bother him if he was too busy to describe it for him, but any illumination would suffice

@Cosmic Cobalt @Gilzar

Brandon Whitaker

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When Serena started to talk about the situation that had occurred brandon didn't know what to say in reply. she was right in a way, had she focused and put her effort into protecting then maybe the ill situation she described wouldn't have come to pass. he didnt know, brandon wasnt too keen on what was or what should have been, he didn't even know the proper words to say in this situation, he wasnt.... too good with them either. in an effort to try and comfort her, he had to think of a few ways to maybe help distract her from the problem.... wait right distraction.


Brandon


immediately took out a card from his hand, showing it to the moping Serena. it was a 4 of hearts, and he made sure it was obvious to her sight. he quickly did a few tricks in front of her eyes, making it quickly disappear and reappear, and even showing a full suit of cards as if it magically materialized in his palm. lastly, in a cliche manner, he dug the card in his palm, only to show a rose appear out of his hand


"In that moment what were you thinking about?"


he asked her, as if he knew what he was saying

@Maeve Valor


@Zer0

 

[Maeve Valor]

Serena heard some rustling from the side of her snapping her back into current time and looked over to see just what the man was doing this time. Her eyes met with a card, a four of hearts to be exact that he was holding. After showing it to her and letting her get a good look at it, he did a series of classic tricks that consisted of a disappearing act and reappearing out of thin air. Serena just merely watched trying to figure out if he was using actual magic or a simple illusion like most magic acts. At the end, he finished with instead of pulling a card from his pocket like she thought he would, he pulled out a rose.


"In that moment what were you thinking about?" he asked with the rose in hand and she didn't know if he was offering it to her or if this part his 'show'.


Not knowing which one it was and the fact this situation was unfamiliar to her she initially wanted to reflexively smack the rose out his hand, but she didn't and felt her face heat up slightly from an oncoming blush. "Can vampires even blush with the small amount of blood we have in our system? Hopefully I don't find out. Who the heck is this person anyway?!"


Serena tried to keep her composure instead responded to him with, "How ridiculous you are. First you climb up here for some unknown reason, then talk about your previous mountain-climbing experience, you show me an amateur disappearing act... and now have successfully entertained me, the rose was a nice touch..." she gave a slight smile and finally took the rose from him twirling it in her free hand. Her cocky nature started to settle back in replacing the feeling of a blush rising. "... But it was still a beginner's act, I've seen better."


@Orpheus

 

[Zer0]

- Elena Woods -

" Bunker, 4th Underground Floor, Milson Manor "​

Elena startled when she saw Nona looming over her, but then laughed when she toppled off her rabbit tower.


"And I am Elena . . ." she said smiling uncertainly, withdrawing a bit from Nona's dangerous smile. She looked at the long dress that fell off and the poor stuffed rabbits, trying to put two and two together. "Did you come here to make me laugh? . . . Did my father send you to cheer me up?"


@OverconfidentMagi

 

[Orpheus]

Brandon Whitaker

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"hehe, im a little glad at that"


She certainly was an amusing piece of work. first she wanted to shun and now she says she was pretty entertained by his amateur skill.


"I will admit that i am a bit rusty in this, but hey you liked it so i say i succeeded in this little parlor trick





He smiled as he slowly moved the rose closer to her, his eyes inching closer in kind as he focused his gaze on her, whatever his intentions were in this, it was more playful than flirtatious, he wasn't a man to just flirt with any passerby girl he found interest in. he hoped that this merely added to the effect of what he had to say


"They say that magicians make use of a persons attention, letting them lose their focus on something whilst something else was happening in the background."


he moved the rose a little aways from her face hoping she would follow it as a guide as he presented it in front of the balcony view


"If you focus on something a little too much, if you keep your eyes on the narrow, you wont be able to see the beauty in everything else"


he had placed the rose on a vase with 3 other roses, all of them arranged and neatly presented in front of her, which was curious as they weren't there before


"I don't understand it fully, but from what i'm hearing is that you weren't able to do as much as you can, but that's fine after all, immortal as you are were all still able to make mistakes, if we keep thinking about what we could've done and worry about what we should do a little too much... we wont be able to stop and look at the flowers for a moment."


Whatever these words were, was all entirely from his gut, and he only hoped that she understood it... at least.


"It's fine to want to be stronger, its fine to improve yourself, use your mistakes to make you stronger, but don't let your focus stay with them. your here now, your well and alive, don't worry too much on your future battles, and enjoy whats in your view today"


he said this looking at the mountain view of the mansion, his hair whipping lightly from the breeze as he adjusted his glasses. classic cool guy look, he hoped he pulled it off. well that was for her to decide not him

@Maeve Valor

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[OverconfidentMagi]

Nona Usagi​

Milson Manor, Underground Bunker

Elena Woods' Room​

"You're father? Why would I do anything he asked me to? And why should I care to make you laugh?" Somehow this little girl managed to seem like she was talking down at the bigger girl even as she had to look up to meet her eyes. It might have come off as slightly ridiculous, but Nona had a way of blending the ridiculous into her actions even when she was being completely serious.


"I do what I want because I want to. I snuck in here because I wanted to see why everyone in the manor wouldn't stop whispering about you. Well, that and I'm not allowed in here. I don't like being told where I can and can't go." She added that last part as an afterthought. As she spoke she absently picked up one of her rabbits by the ear. "So, what do you do? Blow things up? Fire? Shoot lasers from your eyes? I know an idiot who says he knows a guy who can do that. Probably making it up, but it sounds cool." She'd fallen into a tangent, but she eventually reigned herself back to her initial point. "So do whatever it is you do, and it better not be boring!"


@Zer0

 

[Zer0]

- Elena Woods -

" Bunker, 4th Underground Floor, Milson Manor "​

"You actually got through the guards wearing that?" said Elena amazed, gingerly sitting up to look at the little vampire girl properly. "Wow, I feel so much safer."


Nona seemed like one of those cute kids who talked out loud and didn't want to be bossed around, though she probably was older than her. She was quite different from Serena who acted older. Seems like with a different vampire, you get a different attitude.


"I think you'll be disappointed with what I do." said Elena finding the little girl as interesting as she found her. She was supposed to be resting, but it wasn't everyday that she met a friendly vampire. "I'm a Business Major in Harvard, and . . . I guess the most interesting thing I know when it comes to fighting is that I've studied mixed martial arts since I was a kid, and I know how to shoot a pistol?"


@OverconfidentMagi

 

[Cosmic Cobalt]

Leoward Dyani Westen

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"What? Dusty? Dusty..." Dyani heard Dusty speak to him, and tried to say something back, but words suddenly felt heavy in his mouth. He said some random words, testing out the feeling of how they felt when they left his mouth.


"No, no. Don't worry about me. I'm fine. The moon is looking great tonight, huh?" Dyani propped himself up a bit more, slipping a bit on his elbow but managing to unsteadily support his weight on his arms. His eyes blinked, looking at all the colors and textures being focused on his eyes. His brain was still having trouble processing all of the information. His eyes continuously fell on Aaron though. Did he remember that man from his dreams? Or was he a dream?


Dyani's head felt like it was filled with sand. He pointed at Aaron, blinking rapidly.


"Dusty, is that guy real? I think my dreams are coming into the real world. Should I be concerned? Is that a side effect?"


Dyani didn't really register how stupid he sounded right now.

MENTIONS

@Orpheus @Gilzar

 

[Maeve Valor]

Serena noticed just how closer he got to her, but she was more so attentive to the rose just as he had wanted. She gave into the curiosity as to what magic act he was going to do next. She also was following his words. Both with what he was saying and showing ended up in her seeing a vase where placed the rose in it to unite with 3 others. In her mind she realized that the number of roses represented the 4 of hearts from the very beginning of his which she thought was very clever, but would never outright admit that to him. She didn't want her being impressed to go to his head.


The stranger continued on speaking his mind as she listened intently on what he was trying to get across. The words "...if you keep your eyes on the narrow, you wont be able to see the beauty in everything else," stuck in her head the most. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. She had made a mistake and she would just have to accept that and move on.


Serena touche one of the petals of a rose in the vase and then it dawned on her. Not only did she have to deal with being presented with one rose but now she was given a vase of four roses! She looked over at the dark-haired man whom she still didn't know the name of and saw him in the moment that he was trying to be the cool guy and as cliche' as she knew that it was, he succeeded. When he pushed up his glasses and the wind light lashed out at him she did indeed blush this time. "Someone please shoot me now; this freakin guy is getting to me with his stupid antics. Why, why the dang roses. Why didn't he just leave?" She turned and looked back the vase to hide it as she put up imaginary walls.


"Wise words oh great Guru, I'll keep that in mind," she said attempting to make a verbal attack as a defense mechanism to what she really thought.


"So... do you always keep a flower vase on you? If so, that's very odd."


@Orpheus

 

[OverconfidentMagi]

Nona Usagi​

Milson Manor, Underground Bunker

Elena Woods' Room​

Nona stared into the stupid eyes of the older girl, working out if she was lying or not. Much to her irritation it didn't look like she was.


"It would be a lie to say I'm not as disappointed in you as you should be in the two guards standing outside the door. I very much doubt it has anything to do with why everyone's so obsessed with you, but..." She looked over the four rabbits she'd brought with her, staring at each one like she was trying to see inside them. And perhaps that was really what she was doing because a few seconds later she grabbed one seemingly at random and ripped its head off. From inside she pulled a simple black handgun. How she'd known there was a gun inside that particular rabbit was anyone's guess, the girl's ability rarely made sense. Elena should probably ask for new guards though, what with a little girl being able to sneak a very loaded gun right past them.


Nona casually tossed the gun to the girl in bed. "Well then, go on." Something occurred to her, and the vampire ran to move one of the three remaining rabbits away from the others. "I don't recommend shooting that one. Pretty sure it's a bomb... probably." Despite her words she seemed to be eyeing the other two rabbits warily. Was she entirely certain that one was the one with the bomb in it? What if more than one rabbit was an explosive?


@Zer0

 

[Zer0]

- Elena Woods -

" Bunker, 4th Underground Floor, Milson Manor "​

"E-eh?" said Elena surprised at the sudden appearance of the gun. "I'm not going to shoot a gun in here, especially not at a rabbit." she looked over at the stuffed bunnies with pity in her eyes. What kind of lives do these poor bunnies live under a master such as Nona?


Elena was having second thoughts about this girl, she was more prone to violence than what she had initially thought, and just felt like she didn't want to be in her company anymore, but she didn't know how to make her leave nicely. Come to think of it, what if she would attack if Elena continued to say no?


She faked a yawn. "So, um, I'm really, really tired and . . . I should be resting right now." she gave a mollified smile.

@OverconfidentMagi

 

[Orpheus]

Brandon Whitaker

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"That vase had been out of your sight for quite a while, it's also where I took the rose"


Heh.. looks like things are getting somewhere, for a vampire she had a pretty darn cute reaction, blushing a vase full of roses it was an adorable sight to him. He wanted to tease her, maybe just a bit perhaps.... can't be wrong right? He leaned into her smiling ever so wryly as his eyes kept at hers shining their golden glow as he peered into her scarlet red ones. Maybr it's because she's a vampire but he couldn't be helped but be mesmerized to it for just a bit.


"Don't let yourself be lost... always find time to be in the moment"


He said that like it was a cool thing to say, but so far whatever he's saying seemed to have worked. Though the more he leaned the more angerously close he was from immediate collision. The more he kept his eyes at here the more he started to seem lost in it, and knowing himself he wouldn't care if something went wrong afterwards





Those red eyes.... that just sink you in.... he leaned all to gently. Slipping the four of hearts n her palm until...


”THERE HE IS!!!"


a sudden scream had pierced through the tranquility of the night as a herd of maids had run up the stairs. Pistols at the ready and guns in their hands all aiming towards the four eyed romancer


"Whop! They found me!!"


"AIM FO DA NECK! MOST critical SPOT!!!"


Screamed one of the more Chinese accented butlers as he aimed his dragunov rifle straight at Brandon's nape


"Well! Gotta go! Nice meeting you vampire girl!"


He said with the brightest of smiles as he fell from the balcony before a the g roup unloaded their shots at his afterimage


"He's downstairs get I'm!!"


Feet had clamored all the way down the stairs as the hunting group quickly sought their wily prey though it was doubtful that they'd be able to catch up to the guy. As Brandon fell and grasped upon the gutter of the lower floor and bashed the window into the library.... he only had one regret


*Damn I i didn't catch her name!? Wait did I?...*


He couldn't remember, but one things for sure, he would've wanted to see those eyes again

@Maeve Valor

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[OverconfidentMagi]

Nona Usagi​

Milson Manor, Underground Bunker

Elena Woods' Room​

"Fine, suit yourself," the vampire girl responded curtly. "There's no need to concern yourself over these things. They exist because I make them. They only live because I gave them life. They're nothing more than my toys. No matter how many times they break they can always be replaced."


As if to prove her point she tossed the possibly-explosive-filled rabbit back over towards the other two rabbits. It landed on its face but simply picked itself up to stand beside its companions. "You two," she pointed at the rabbit she'd just thrown and one of the other two, then the pointed at the last rabbit, "rip him up." They immediately moved to grab their sibling and pulled its arms and legs until its body tore open not unlike a bag or chips. Nona crouched over the broken toy and pushed around the stuffing between the two halves until she'd drawn a simple heart shape where one might have been.


She got up and walked towards the door. "I'll be leaving then. If you can't tell me anything, then it's a waste of my time to keep asking. But if you do figure out why everyone is so stuck on talking about you," she tossed something in Elena's direction. It was a small plastic walkie talkie, taken from the chest of the pulled apart rabbit. "And you can hold onto the gun. I wouldn't put much faith in those idiots outside this door guarding you."


She motioned for the remaining two rabbits, and they ran over to their master and once again lifted her from beneath the too-big dress so she looked taller. The absence of the rabbits she'd ripped up meant she wasn't as tall as she'd been coming in, but she didn't seem concerned about the discrepancy in the least. She knocked once before she opened the door and walked out.


"Yes, I am," she responded to the guards' confused looks. "It happens. Who knows, by the next time I check in on her I might looks like a little girl."