Fantasy Shattered Souls

[Elm]

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Summary/Plot: Shattered Souls
Character Sheets: Shattered Souls Character Sheets
OCC: Shattered Souls OCC​

 

[Elm]

Just like every other day for the past twelve years of his life, Jayce woke up with a groan; sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Stumbling out of bed, he groggily maneuvered his way into the bathroom to clean himself up and at least look somewhat ready for the outside world. It took a while, but his eyes finally opened properly and adjusted only for him to want to close them or at least look away from the reflection he saw in his mirror. His disheveled hair -even though it was short- was all over the place, the dark circles and bags made him look five years older, and the bruise on his left shoulder was still as dark as ever. Jayce let out a small sigh as glanced at it, wincing after a minute or two at remembrance of how he received it in the first place.

Jayce had always been a sort of gun fanatic, but not the psychotic crazy kind. He just liked guns as they reminded him of when he and his father would go hunting together; so it was almost like a memento to him. Anyway, he had decided to try out a gun that not only was too big for him, but his body wasn't used to the recoil, hence his shoulder being immediately dislocated after firing it and the bruise forming rapidly afterwards as well.

It took about a full two hours for Jayce to finally finish getting dressed, eat breakfast, and eventually wake up enough to start acting 'normal;' his usual goofy smile back on his face as he walked out of his apartment only to step on something by his door. Glancing down at it, Jayce was pretty surprised to see an envelop, not to mention it being a jet black one at that. "...who the heck sent me this?" he asked himself, raising a brow as he picked it up and turned it over; looking for an address or at least a name, yet not finding either. The only thing he could see was his name on the front of the envelope. As much as it seemed shady, Jayce opened it anyway because -well, why not? Upon opening this letter, all that was written was an address and a time, thus making the already confused nineteen year old even more confused than before.

Now, most people would common sense would just throw the letter away if it didn't have an address in the first place, but Jayce was what most people call an idiot -even though he was quite smart. It was simply that he did things that most people wouldn't do, like look at an anonymous letter and decide to head towards the location directed by said letter. "Well, I may as well go?" Jayce murmured to himself with a shrug, folding the letter into his pocket and shrugging his good shoulder before adjusting his jacket.

What was the reason for him to go? Well, it's simple. He had nothing better to do with his time.

 

[Faodaile]

Shit. Shit, I'm late.​

Alasea's mind worked at top speed, the cogs inside spinning at a rate faster than light itself- well, maybe not that fast. She scooped up her bag and keys as she walked towards the front door of her small townhouse, the small metal charms hanging from them jingling. Stooping, she scooped up the various items of mail that had been shoved through her door slot since the previous day. Advertisements, a letter from mom- oh, a coupon for laundry detergent. She set that aside, sticking the rest of the mail into her mouth and reaching for her cardigan that hung on the coat-rack beside the old wooden door. She could look through the rest of it after her meeting- if she hadn't missed it already. Beginning to shrug it over one shoulder, she shoved the door open- having to jiggle the aged thing twice before it popped open with a loud creak. She really had to get that fixed, she thought as she locked it behind herself and stepped into the bitter air outside.

Letting the door slam shut behind herself, Alasea paced quickly towards her beat up Toyota in the driveway. It wasn't pretty, but it got her around at least. Jerking the door handle open, she tossed her jacket into the passenger seat and spat the mail out, setting it in the center console. Shit, she had to call Ben and tell him that she was going to be late- as if he didn't already know. She blinked several times, hands patting at her pockets; swearing again. What a bad habit. The young woman hopped back out of the car and trotted up the steps to her front door. She inserted her key into the lock and t-

It snapped. Alasea stared numbly at the broken-off key for several moments before resting her forehead on the old oak door and taking a deep, albeit hardly relaxing breath in.

"Really? Really?" She gave the lock a rough shake before turning, pocketing the keys.

Ms. Petrioch next door was not exactly the best company, though her parakeet in its cage in her stuffy living room often provided a 'hello' in greetings. Bad company, Alasea supposed, because she did not talk. Only smiled in some old Alzheimer's-clouded way and nodded. Using her landline (who even knew those existed anymore?) was easy; Alasea was out in minutes, though she was unsure of what she would do with herself for the next two hours the locksmith would take to get there and get her door open. Perhaps she could say that she had come down with a horrible flu virus and was too weak to even make it to the phone to call in sick. Groaning, and sick of the bitter chilliness outside, she slumped into her car's driver seat and turned on the ignition, listening to the ding, ding, ding as it turned on. Her numb fingers fumbled with the heat, turning it on to full blast.

She glanced towards the mail, and reached over to the console to pull it out. Bills, bills, more coupons for laundry detergent- really? How many clothes could she need to wash? An ad for the local supermarket, another bill- She blinked at the strange black envelope that had been at the very bottom of the pile.

What a drab color, she thought. Who sends things in a black envelope, nonetheless unabled? Breaking the seal with her thumb, she shuffled the contents into her hand, unfolding them.

Who would send an address to her? What did that even mean? Noting the vaguely close proximity to her home, Alasea shook her head and stuffed the card sideways back into the envelope. Not worth her time. Probably some creepy old man that saw her at work. Setting the mail aside, she leaned over and pulled her cardigan on, folding it tightly over her chest and then doing the same with her arms. How long could a damned locksmith take? Glancing to the time on the dashboard, she sighed. Ms. P's old clock had said that she had called the locksmith at 7:53 AM. It was 7:58.

She looked back to the letter. If she had nothing to do for two hours locked out of her house, why not swing by the address? Just to look. Perhaps it was a fancy new nail salon that wanted her money and thought the best way to advertise was to send a black envelope with an address in it. Surely people would come to see, wouldn't they? Though Alasea had not seen any envelope similar to hers in her neighbor's mailbox.

Sighing, Alasea pulled the shift-stick into reverse and backed her way out of the driveway.

 

[Caissa]

There's a loud thump just by where Alex had been napping- yes, napping, he refused to call it a sleep even though it had been more than four hours and it clearly wasn't a nap anymore. He jumped and unfolded himself from the highly uncomfortable position he had been curled up in by habit.
The sound was nothing more than his backpack falling over. As loaded as it was with supplies and things that Alex had picked up on his cross-country endeavors, he was surprised it hadn't woken him sooner.
And then he noticed why it had fallen, having placed it just by the door to the motel room he had crashed in. The door was ajar, and at first, the reason why it had been opened escaped Alex. Then he saw the envelope, black as the shitty motel carpets (he should know), inconspicuous as can be. Yet his curiosity was piqued because there was next to nobody who would want to write to him.
He was pretty hard to pin down these days due to travel, and he didn't think company advertising usually went to these lengths for motel customers. As Alex stood, he decided to first wash up and make himself…well, somewhat presentable before tackling this weirdness. Whatever it was, could wait. Right?
It nagged at him, all throughout his routine, after he shut the door and locked it. He wasn’t even going to ask why he forgot to lock the goddamn door- he supposed it was after that trek- and instead focused on being grateful he wasn’t killed in his sleep or something, although he can almost hear his father’s voice in his head, chastising him.
Yes, yes. Back in mother Russia, he knows the fucking speech and all its variations by heart- even without the old man being there. Alex scowled at the letter, and slit it open with a penknife, with perhaps more ferocity than needed.
“Let’s see what’s so important about you, sneaky little bastard.” Once he removed the contents of the envelope, he discarded the envelope itself and unfolded the paper.
Only to stop, and stare with narrowed eyes, as he flicked the knife shut and set it off to the side.
An address. That was what was so important. Jesus. He raised his eyes to the heavens and silently contemplated what the importance of this thing might be before he returned his gaze. Alex’s eyebrow steadily climbed higher as he searched the address for a rough location, online, and is relieved to find out it’s near him. Or maybe he should be alarmed.
This was a weird world, and he didn’t trust it. A location he was by, huh? Alex rested his chin on a hand and thought. It wasn’t like he’d be missed if something went wrong. Travelers, hitchhikers- they were a high-risk lifestyle.
He was bored, though. He was running out of locations to visit, ones that were safe to at least. Why not? He made up his mind and stood, shoving the address into his pocket and grabbing his backpack.
He’d grab a bite for breakfast and see if he can catch a bus to the location.or near it, at least. Satisfied with his course of action, Alex hoisted the backpack over his shoulder and set out.


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Alan nearly missed it, amongst the rest of the spam him and his roommates received. It was rather small and plain, but the coloration marked it out as unique.
The college student paused and shuffled through the stack to the envelope, and frowned. It was addressed to him- and as much as he joked to his roommates about how he charmed those he met into regular correspondence, they were just that.
Jokes. And his family did write, but…not that often. Alan heaved a sigh before making the trek back to his room, and when he unlocked the door and let himself in, he was oddly relieved to find everybody was out.
He dealt out the mail by name, dumping it unceremoniously onto each person’s bed before he sat on the edge of his own bed to read whatever was inside.
Alan’s method of opening isn’t exactly..refined, so he was a little concerned about the contents being ripped, but the concerns were alleviated by the time he got to the clearly unscathed sheet.
Surprised by what’s inside, Alan examined the address. It wasn’t exactly local, but it was definitely in the same, or a nearby city. He could probably get there within a few hours maximum.
It wasn’t even a question of if he would go, it was more of a question of how he would make sure he didn’t worry his roommates.
Alan solved that problem by informing them he’d left for a road trip. And it was spontaneous, yes, but anyone who knew Alan knew he had a habit of making sudden decisions.
Whether they were good decisions was another matter altogether- one he steadfastly ignored until the problem and consequences were staring him right in the face.
Still, though, they wouldn’t look. And he’s gone after a little bit of preparation, deciding to make the worst-case assumption and be at least slightly smart about it this time.

 

[Xander Cruise]

Tick, tick, tick. The clock that sat across from the young man sang methodically, reminding Aoni of his impending time limit. His caretaker would be home shortly, he would no longer be able to train his gift. Tick, tick, tick. The sounds themselves seeming to grow more and more feverish, as if anticipating an event that he could only guess at. With the beads of sweat rolling off of his brow Aoni did not have the time to debate with himself, however. Tick, tick, tick. It had been five long years since the accident that crippled him, five years since he was separated from his vision forever, five years since he was given the greatest gift he had ever received. His echolocation had only become stronger, despite the efforts of his family wishing only to coddle him. Of course, they were not privy to his new talent, how could they believe him anyway. Tick, tick-, the alarm clock began its tirade of ringing designed to stir even the dead from their slumber. The room exploded into waves of sound, waves that only Aoni could see, this is what he had been waiting for. He keened his mind as he used every trick he had developed for himself, willing for the waves to cease their tirade.

He imagined a barrier around the clock, one placing an embargo on all of the sound waves leaving, slowly the ringing faded taking the clock from Aoni's view. An enthusiastic smile ran over his lips along with his tongue, preparing to release a whistle to see that the little devil was still ringing. He opened his mouth to take in a gulp of air desiring to see the final result of his hard work, just as he did so he heard the front door open.

"Master Arembur?" That familiar voice aged with life experience, but sweeter than candy, called to him.

Aoni choked, beginning to violently cough, and breaking concentration on his clock. The alarm started blaring once more, he couldn't breathe but he could hear Mrs. Mathais in a tizzy, rushing up the stairs to see if he was ok.
Luckily he caught his breath just as she burst into the room, asking him a million questions and lifting him off the floor. After assuring her that he was fine for the 50th time, she began to tell him about the plans for later that day, what would be for dinner, and about a peculiar black envelope that Aoni had received in his mail. Curious, he inquired as to what was in it, and Mrs. Mathias explained that it was only an address and there wasn't even a name of a sender written on it. Curiosity, a favorite past time of Aoni, reared its ugly head.

"Would you mind taking me there?" Aoni asked, a sly smile crossing his face.

 

[Yennie]

Margaret "Mars" Kim​

Mars never had much need of an alarm. The Suns warming rays of light did the job of waking her each morning and she much preferred it that way. This morning was no exception as Mars stirred beneath the cacoon of blankets and sheets she nestled herself into each night. She'd always had an odd reaction to night time, her body tempature being much lower then it should be once the sun set. It had been a constant source of worry for her parents and physicians as a young girl but once shown to have no ill effects on her health everyone moved on.

The young woman yawned and stretched as she untangled herself from her bedding. A quick glance at her cellphone on a nearby nightstand showed that she was awake several hours before she needed to show up for her cashiering job. Which also meant her younger siblings were still getting ready for school. She was the designated driver for the twins, 14 year old girls with enough attitude and sass for the whole household. Mars never lacked patience in dealing with them as she could still remember how awkward and confusing life was at that age. Puberty and boys and peer pressure - she suppressed a shudder at the mere thought of going through her early teens again. Mars began to move about her room looking for clothing to wear until she needed to change into her uniform later. Finding clothes wasn't much of an issue as she had them strewn all about the room, covering every available surface. Except of course the hamper specifically designed to hold dirty clothes- that was empty. "Yikes, looks like it's laundry day."

Mars tied her hair back and set about the arduous task of gathering up all her clothes and stuffing them in the hamper. Once done with that she managed to find a clean pair of jeans and a tank top to wear. She showered quickly, never lingering too long as there was always someone else needing the hot water. After drying off, brushing her hair out and getting dressed Mars made her way down to the laundry room where she dropped off her things to be washed, knowing her mother would get to it later. One of the many benefits of still living at home as she would tell anyone. But those who really knew her knew that she hadn't quite gotten used to the idea of moving out on her own and leaving her family behind. Frankly the thought scared her a bit. Her two elder brothers had long since moved out and encouraged her to take that step as well. She usually waved them off saying her parents still needed her help around the house. Truthfully Mars knew they would much rather have her move out but didn't want to push her too hard.

Speaking of her parents, both were in the process of getting breakfast on the table and lunch into backpacks when she walked into the kitchen. The chorus of happy greetings from her family combined with the smell of coffee and pancakes just screamed home and comfort for her. She kissed her four younger siblings hair, laughing when one of the twins swatted at her before turning her attention to the envelopes her mother was holding n her direction. "Here honey. Dad is taking the twins today so you're on dish duty."
Normally that would draw a groan from her but her attention was currently focused on a single black envelope among her other mail. She sat down at the kitchen table to examine it. Her name was on the front but there was no return address. Who would send mail in a black envelope with no return address? Someone who doesn't want to be known her brain supplied for her.

Mars was beyond curious and threw caution to the wind as she began to open the envelope. Hopefully it wasn't laced with poison or anything else dangerous but once she ripped the seal there was no turning back. Inside was a neatly folded pristine white sheet of paper. So enthralled as she was with the envelope Mars didn't even notice her family leaving for the day until she felt the kisses on her cheeks and heard an argument about who would get the front seat as the front door closed. Suddenly alone she could feel her nerves rattling. Well it couldn't hurt to look at what the letter said. She unfolded the paper carefully and then laughed. She could have kicked herself for getting so nervous. The only thing on the paper was an address and a time, which she assumed was the time to be at said address. Plugging it into her phone it was a mere twenty minutes away and by the time she got there she would be on time for whatever it was. Mars had already made up her mind to go, little to no consideration given to any possible danger. If the place looked shady she would simply pull off and head back home. Nodding to herself, Mars grabbed her car keys, a jacket and a piece of toast for the road. She always did enjoy a good mystery. Leaving the dishes untouched, Mars was out the door and on her way to who knows where.

 

[Elm]

Every few seconds, Jayce would look back down at the address in his hands and frown, wondering who exactly sent him this anonymous letter and why. Not to mention the fact that he didn't really have a mode of transportation to take him to said destination. As of right now, he was just going to have to settle for walking even though he had no idea of just how far away this place was from his own apartment. Nevertheless, he trekked onwards, whistling a tune of a song that just so happened to be his favorite.

Within five minutes, Jayce was already miserable. It was one thing to not have a car or some other sort of transportation, but it was another to be as bad at directions as he was. Yes he knew left from right, up and down, front and back, but when it came to location places such as the one labeled on the letter, he was about as clueless as a newborn deer. "...maybe I should ask for directions," he murmured to himself with a brief nervous chuckle, glancing around for anyone that looked somewhat nice -the place he lived near tended to have more "gangsters" and "thugs" compared to genuinely kind people. Which just so happened to be one reason as to why he carried a gun around at his side -although it's not like he's ever had to use it against someone....yet.

On second thought, maybe I should wait until I get to a nicer area, Jayce thought to himself, putting the letter and his hands into his pockets, moving onwards and avoiding eye contact with quite a few people until he moved out of the shadier area of town; having gone back to whistling his song to distract himself.

 

[Elm]

[Okay guys, It's almost been an entire month since someone has replied other than myself, which is ridiculous. I understand if you're busy, but almost an entire month? If no one else is active on this roleplay, I will eventually let someone else claim your characters soul color, because it's only fair to those of us that have been wanting to roleplay -such as myself].

 

[Caissa]

[I'll formulate a reply in a bit, my apologies ;-; ]

 

[Caissa]

Alan is...concerned, to say the least. Sure, he's certain he can take anyone he needs to, but he'd rather not test that theory, y'know? He constantly glances down to check the address and make sure he's not just needlessly wandering into the parts of town that he usually stays away from, but unfortunately, it seems to be somewhere around here. Not that he's sure entirely what 'it' is. Perhaps it's all a hoax, and he'll go home and laugh about it with his roommates. He tucks the crumpled paper into his pocket finally and folds his arms as he keeps walking, trying to remember all the tips he's been taught, a muscle jumping nervously in his jaw.
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Alex, on the other hand, is in his element. It's merely a new destination within his travels, and he's no stranger to passing through less savory areas. Remaining silent although he occasionally hoists the straps of his backpack up higher, he finally decides it's time to see if anybody around here knows where the address is. Looking around, Alex tries to find the person that would look like they know what they're doing or look like a native, and he likes to pride himself on being able to find those people fairly quickly. Finally settling on one person, he quickly switches sides of the sidewalk to match the pace of the kid- with a goddamn gun on his hip why did he choose this person oh god now he has to actually stick to his goal otherwise I'm gonna seem weird sweet jesus- "Hey! I'm going to go off of the assumption you're a native here? I needed some help with directions to somewhere." He's half drawn the letter out of his pocket, trying for a friendly smile and a relaxed posture. (please tell me if i made an incorrect assumption :l )