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Statuses are sometimes the most relatable things ever- until they talk about kneecaps
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1 mo ago
Building a guide to engaging roleplay! Need people to interview. If you want to, PM me! Input would be a great help! :)
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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙
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My name is Bailey, Agent, Trip or 43. I am versatile in roleplay topics, though I prefer to do almost anything in the fantasy realm. I'd be willing to rp with anybody, as long as you have enough patience to deal with my awkward personality and sometimes poor grammar. My PMs are open to discussing rps.

Please note that I have not existed or roleplayed for almost half a year so I will be struggling for a little while until I pick my abilities back up! I will try my best, so feel free to PM me as said above!

I talk too much sometimes, sorry



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"An unoriginal yet always beautiful name," Kailya's tone was mocking yet genuine.

Kailya had nothing against the name Aurora, by any means. But she'd heard the generic name so often given as a false name throughout her time just at the school, that it bored her. She thought for a moment before taking her hand off Aurora's shoulder and running it down the girl's arm, circling so she was in front of Aurora.

"Lumos," She whispered, lighting her wand to provide the only light in the room.

"So tell me, Aurora. What do you know about the Dark Arts?"
Kailya appeared to be satisfied with Aurora's answer. She realized she still hadn't gotten the girl's name, which might have been the most important thing to get in the first place. Oops. Sloppy. Oh well. Just going to fix that mistake... She thought, wondering how she could have been lax enough to miss that detail. She never missed details- until now, apparently.

"Do tell me, first year. You have a name?" She inquired, smirking as she moved the knife away from Aurora's head and traded it out for her wand.
Nice!


"I knew that. But why were you in the halls?" Kailya pressed, pulling back slightly from Aurora.

But her hand never left the first year's shoulder. In fact, her grip tightened slightly at the girl's words. Excuses, excuses. I've heard them all before, She thought, shaking her head. Shadows slid up the walls and the room was plunged back into darkness, showing Kailya's displeasure with the response to the question asked. She twitched the knife and a lock of the first year's hair fell to the floor. Such a waste. She was pretty hair, Kailya frowned, wondering now why she had chosen the hair. She could have gone with so many other options. But she couldn't second guess herself now that she'd done it.
Kailya approached Aurora from behind, placing a hand on the witch's shoulder. In her other hand, she held a sharpened iron blade. She pressed it to the other witch's head. In no manner would she enjoy being forced to torture the poor girl, but she would if it came down to it. Kailya never liked torture. Nor was she a coward about getting her hands dirty. Slowly, some of the blackness gave way to a dimly lit room. The room was almost completely empty, except for the chair, chains, and the two girls themselves. Shadows danced up the walls. Kailya sighed, stroking Aurora's shoulder.

"Tell me. Why were you awake last night?" She purred, leaning close to Aurora's ear.

You wake up and everything hurts. You’re bound in heavy cast-iron chains to a chair, just a regular, enchanted, chair. They’re magic canceling. You cannot break free. Someone opens a door and closes it again. Then there’s a flashlight in your eyes. Someone is checking you out. You lash out as best you can, and you notice the slack on the chains. You have enough to reach up and hit the person checking you out in the face. She cries out, falling. You see, in the light of her flashlight, the bleeding cut you’ve made on her face. She stands, glaring and fingering the cut gently. You then have seconds to realize who you’ve just hit: Kailya Akari, leader of the Gone Darks.

“Now, that’s not how we play here,” Kailya tells you before everything goes dark.

But you’re still conscious. You have no idea what’s happening as Kailya speaks again.

“Let me show you how we do play here.”
And it was just getting good too. Oh well. RIP to my werewolf characters pfft.
But I thought they were immortal, invincible, in-starvable, incorporeal beings, @Twisted Mind? :P
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