BlueAjah

God's Shattering [Concluded]

I apologize again for taking so long to post but it's finally up! :D

God's Shattering [Concluded]

Fei

Barely holding a sweat, Fei watched Jessi fight with sharp eyes, assessing all of his steps and positions. Both of them had to be on their best game if they wanted to win this competition and she would accept nothing but perfection from the guard. From the vigorous amounts of training from both of them, no one here stood a chance unless the games turned dirty. Before her mother was put within the equation, Fei might not have thought of going to such tactics. Should anyone attempt any form of such fighting, she would not hold back. For her mother, she would do anything.

While she would never admit it, part of Fei was glad she wasn’t alone in this dreadful waste. With her mother somehow in the hands of the piece of trash they called princess, she wasn’t sure what to expect. The idea of losing her mother… She shook her head. Eleanor would return safely the Imperium, Fei would make sure of it. Nothing would stop her from bringing home her mother, even if it meant dying in the process. She continued staring at Jessi and she knew he felt the same. They just had to win this dreadful competition.

After the first rounds had finished, all of the competitors were shipped to feast with Emilia. Fei almost barfed at the idea of sitting at the same table as the woman. But she stayed silent as she stood beside Jessi, her eyes calculating her enemy’s strengths and weaknesses. Unless they possessed hidden secrets, Fei honestly believed the two of them would be the last standing. Having no friends for all of her life seemed worth it as she stood here among traitors and filth, waiting for the moment she could burn them all to crisps.

Silence echoed across the room, only the sound of breathing could be heard, as Emilia made her appearance and spoke before the crowd. She began to give tributes and introduction to the competitors, claiming Fei as the daughter of her enemy. It was easy how much one forgot who she was when they had an army of filth and traitors backing them up. When Fei won the relic, when she took her mother, she would make her remember. Make her understand who she was messing with and make. Her. Pay. Fei’s irises burned with a golden flame, pinpointed exactly on Emilia. Any rational person would run in the other direction but Emilia was the princess of traitors, clearly immune to any form of rational thinking.

Fei’s arms clenched into tight fists as her mother entered the room, dressed as a pathetic slave and serving to the wretched princess. As Emilia proposed a toast, Fei stared with her burning eyes at her mother as Emilia went to give Eleanor a sip of her drink. Every ounce of Fei’s body wanted to burn Emilia alive, make her suffer in pain for even touching her mother’s body. She wanted blood, Emilia’s blood. The tome glowed beneath her shirt. Gods help them all. Fei would settle it right here, right now. All other sounds seemed to be silenced and only Emilia and Fei existed. The tips of Fei’s hair crackled with flame, yearning to devour on Emilia’s pain. It would be a slow death. She raised her hand and pointed it toward…

A soft voice shattered Fei from her intense concentration and spell, bringing her back to the dinner party. Blinking, she looked down to find one of the competitors, Tegonay she believed, warning her about the competition. The knight was dressed in all black and thick armor that she wondered if her fire could penetrate through. Appearance worthy of being titled as one who served the Imperium. A soft chuckle escaped her mouth though. “You dare question my part here? My name is Fei, daughter of the mighty Asgard, Crimson Knight of the Imperium. I’ve spent my entire life training and training, never once a moment of relaxation. I will win this ridiculous competition and I will bring my mother home. And anyone, no matter their allegiance, who dares tries to get in my way will burn.” She stared the knight down, daring him to speak another word.

Before the knight could so much as make a sound, Fei’s attention was caught by someone she had not expected to see. Jest of the Court. What was he doing all the way out in such a despicable desert? He gestured for her to follow him. Raising her eyebrow, Fei knew this wasn’t a request she could ignore. She whispered to Jessi to keep an eye of her mother and quietly left the dining hall. Hopefully everyone else would be too preoccupied to notice. She stared at the Jester, waiting for him to speak first.

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Day two of the bloody competition. Thunderous clamps and screams filled the colosseum as the competitors waited to find what their next challenge would be. She had no doubt Emilia had many tricks up her sleeve to make the competition more interesting. No matter what she threw at both Jessi and her though, Fei would prevail. This competition was hers before it even began.

At the sight of Emilia, the crowd surprisingly hushed and Fei waited for the rules to be called out. It would be an all out battle where only two would make it to the finals. One spot for her, and one spot for Jessi. Smirking, she let her hair burn wild with a roaring fire. She stepped closer to Jessi and awaited for the bell to the commence the battle. Being the devilish Emilia she was, a group of beasts, mere puppets to the will of the fake princess, appeared before the battle. She only let her smirk grow wider as she looked at Jessi. Holding out her hand to the brave guard, she let her voice grow quiet so only the two could hear. “Thank you for serving the Imperium. You are worthy of much more than a guard, Jessi. For the Imperium!” She flashed him a grin as she pulled out her swords. This would be fun.

@TheWindel@KoL@Awesomoman64

God's Shattering [Concluded]

@BlueAjah you still working on a post? Not trying to rush you or anything just wondering.

@Awesomoman64

Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm currently grounded (-___-) and my dad has taken my computer and all other electronics. The only reason I'm on it now is because I have an essay due tonight at midnight. I'll try to secretly write a post up while writing my essay but I have to do homework tomorrow so if not tonight, hopefully tomorrow. Sorry, things are kind of stressful in my house right now.

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - The Rise Of Camelot

I didn't realized Poly had posted!! My bad! I'll work on a post and hopefully get it up before Friday.

God's Shattering [Concluded]

I'll try to get a post up tonight!

Secrets - Closed

The fake blade clunked to the floor of the limo and Claire’s heart toppled with complete humiliation and stupidity. Of course the blade was fake, only she would be so impossibly stupid. She pushed part of her blonde hair behind her ear and breathed, staring at Wesley as he conversed with the police officer. While her eyes were pleading to be released from the dark prison, the officer simply apologized for the inconvenience. What kind of cop just leaves? Holy crap, that cop is awful.The entire thing was almost humorous, only Claire could possibly find herself in such a situation.

Claire’s ears burned in agony as a deafening screech ran up against the limo’s side. What in the world? Zipping her head to the side, she tried to look through the windows but could only make out a figure standing beside the limo. Everything was definitely out of whack. Today was going to be a terrible day.

It seemed everyone returned to normal as the police officer backed off, leaving Claire to an unknown fate. Wesley chuckled softly and shut the door, making sure to lock it. She could feel her heart beginning to race but she reminded herself to breathe. Whatever Wesley wanted, it was probably to establish his dominance over the town or whatever it was guys like him did to those who upset them. Everything would be over before she could even say Riley.

Putting his hand around her shoulders, Wesley began to thank Claire for not screaming and she couldn’t help but scoot a little away from him. As he tapped on her skin, she felt extremely uncomfortable and kept the image of Riley strong within her mind. Nothing or anyone would cause her to be unfaithful to him. While it was a bit cliche, Claire was sure he was her true love and possibly the only love she’d ever have. He was sweet, kind, thoughtful, and more caring than many people gave him credit for. The two had only been dating for a few weeks but she was positive she loved him deeply.

A soft buzz vibrated in her hand, indicating a text from someone, but Claire ignored it, hoping Wesley didn’t notice either. Sighing, she went still as he explained the situation to her. He was like a bomb waiting to explode, great… Part of Claire didn’t understand how someone found pleasure in doing such cruel things. Was it really that entertaining to him? She wondered what had happened to make him lead to such decisions.

Of course Wesley had to make the situation worse and pulled out an entire cooler of alcohol. Claire stared in disbelief. It wasn’t even noon and he wanted to...drink?? After his warning about being told what to do, Claire would be out of her mind if she told him to not drink. But he couldn’t force her to drink, could he? It was illegal and Claire had never, would never break the law. “Umm…” she mumbled, staring at the alcohol. “I’m only nineteen.” She couldn’t help the quiver in her voice. If he started to get violent again, she wasn’t sure what she would do. There was no way out. All she wanted to do was leave and go to class but things really weren’t going her way. Claire’s gaze fell to the floor, her hair falling over her pale face as she said. “And my name’s Claire by the way, Wesley.”

@Viciousmarrow

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Commotion filled the Reese home as it always did whenever the siblings were together. The only time where Zoey could find absolute silence was during the night, and even then the snores and sleep talking were enough to keep anyone awake. Even thinking about her siblings settling down was an impossible task. It was fine, she supposed. Sometimes the obnoxious bickering was comforting and familiar, at least they were together.

An omelette was placed in front of her by James, and Zoey munched on her breakfast as the family continued to talk. It was typical of Zoey to stay quiet as her siblings did the talking, none of their conversations were of much interest to her and so, she stayed out of them. As Riley went to answer his phone call, Kylie made effort no stop herself from screaming about messing with his girlfriend. Girlfriend? She asked herself. When did Riley get another girlfriend? Shrugging, she threw the information back down into her useless thoughts and continued eating her omelette.

Zoey’s face stayed blank, always neutral, as Kylie became complaining about owing money to the IRS. It was almost something expected of her sister to accomplish and Zoey didn’t care much for it. She’d have to pay it back and that was that. Everyone seemed to dwell on their issues, letting it consume them until it’s all they care about. Zoey didn’t like that. Things would get done when they would, such as Kylie would eventually pay off her debts and she didn’t, then it was her fault. Simple. Easy. No use fretting sleep over.

Among the chatter, the whereabouts of the eldest were finally announced. Elliot? Searching through her memories, Zoey faintly remembered the boy living right beside them. People weren’t things Zoey paid much attention to, too many names and problems. She remembered he had been nice but the two had never been close. Of course, Zoey had never had a friend, with the exception of her family, so she wouldn’t blame Elliot if he thought of her as strange. She had no idea what his real thoughts of her were nor did she care much. Sophi had spent a lot of time with him, perhaps their relationship had stepped beyond friendship? It was none of her business though and again, she let the information drown within her thoughts.

Silently finishing breakfast, Zoey said nothing as she left the table and returned to her room. Sitting beside her backpack was a masterpiece waiting to be touched and loved, her violin. Nothing more than the lovely instrument captivated her attention and struck her with beauty, agony, sorrow, everything. Her fingers yearned to grip the bow and unleash the messages within her upon the strings. It was the only reason she even went to school these days. The thought of going still made her stomach churn in sickness. School was the most pointless creation and part of her day. Who needed to learn algebra and biology when she could be using her time wisely and preparing for her future. Sighing, she stayed within the room, lost in her thoughts, until Riley took Olivia and Zoey to school.

Upon arriving in her first period class, History, Zoey almost grumbled in pure annoyance. School. Class. Teachers. The whole system was impractical and useless, she could discuss it all day. Everyone also seemed to distanced themselves as her and due to labeling, she was seen as a slacker who didn’t care. She didn’t give much to what the others thought and having friends might have been a blessing but sometimes she did wish for a someone she could talk to. Zoey didn’t mind though, she never did.

A banshee seemed to have entered the school for a wicked voice echoed throughout the halls but instead, in popped her history teacher, Ms.Labelle. There few teachers who put as much effort as her and Zoey admired her spirit but the entire class was pathetically uninteresting. No matter how hard she tried, Roman history and everything else she tried to throw at them would not attract her attention. Zoey ignored Ms.Labelle’s little rampage and stared outside the window, drifting off into random thoughts.

The shuffling of the class broke her concentration and with a sigh, Zoey followed them to grab a dumb stick and returned to her seat as the teacher began to describe the Roman’s decimation. Rolling her eyes, Zoey didn’t even pretend to listen. Of course when she went as far to assign them study partners, Zoey seriously questioned her decision to show up. Blake Warren? The name didn’t even seem familiar so she simply sat at her desk and waited for whoever he was to find her. Maybe he wouldn’t know her and she could sit in peace. Knowing Ms.Labelle though, it seemed silly to even think about.

@Emma@Viciousmarrow@lovely complex@Saint Girralo@Snagglepuss89

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - The Rise Of Camelot

Aww that's too bad :( But congrats on becoming co-gm Poly! :D Does this mean Merlin gets a day off work? XDDDD

@Polyurethane

Chamber of Secrets

Name
Zoey Renee Reese

Birthday
October/28/2000

Age 15

Appearance

5’1
108 lbs

Position
Second Youngest of the Reese Family

School
Millington High School - Freshman

Occupation
No job

Personality

Isolated and alone is where Zoey feels the most secure and comfortable. Whenever in public, she tends to give off vibes of being burdened or annoyed but she simply doesn’t care about most things. Anything practical or socially accepted ideas go over her head and she is constantly out of touch with trends and conventions. Zoey simply finds those things to be irrelevant and worthless. The entire school system and her do not get along very well. She frequently skips class and when she does decide to come, she’s not even really there.

Very few things attract her attention but one of the few she does care for is her violin. Most of her time and energy is spent on practicing and she’s come to be quite talented. She hopes to learn guitar as well. Zoey tends to be self-absorbed within her own world and rarely pays attention to others. She’s extremely forgetful about things she doesn’t care much about. It’s easy to become frustrated with Zoey but she’s chill in the fact that she simply doesn’t care what other think of her. The idea of hating someone also sounds rather impractical to her. Zoey tends to stay neutral in everything she participates in.

Short Bio

Born as the second youngest into the Reese family, life was simple for Zoey. While she was very troublesome for her parents, they still accepted her odd personality and cared for her. She’s never been interested in typical things teenagers are supposed to be in. Instead, she prefers to be alone and do her own thing. Most of Zoey’s siblings can be quite frustrated with her or ignore her altogether. While it might not seem like it, Zoey does care for her family, she just isn’t the best at showing it. She tends to fade away in the background and most people hardly notice her presence when she walks into a room.

School has not been Zoey’s best experience. Frequently skipping, she has gained a bad reputation for being a delinquent and many people stay away from her. While she doesn’t care much for other’s opinion, she would have liked at least one friend. The only person within the school she enjoys being around is the music teacher. Zoey doesn’t participate in orchestra and she simply plays violin for her own enjoyment bu whenever she needs advice on things, she will go to her.

Most of Zoey’s time is spent within her room, where she will often play violin or just think. Long walks alone in the park at midnight are also things she enjoys and can be found doing. Zoey has trouble telling people where she’s headed whenever she leaves and often causes worry within her family.

Secrets - Closed

Keeping her head down, Claire quickened her pace to her car. From the sound of the many gasps within the coffee shop, she knew Wesley was not pleased with her little exit. Surely if she kept walking, he would leave her alone? She had noticed a police officer on her way out too, surely that meant the man wouldn’t try to pull anything? Nodding, Claire convinced herself to stay calm and even managed to walk in at a nice, even pace.

Claire studied various Biology terms in her head for the upcoming test to keep her mind off Wesley. They were currently studying Genetics, a topic she quite enjoyed. Learning about diseases, their symptoms, treatment, etc, was quite interesting to her and something she could see herself pursuing as a career. While freshman year was almost over, Claire was still undecided in her major. She simply wanted to make sure she had a fair opportunity with every possible career.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a dark limo approaching her. Part of her was tempted to text her parents or Riley but the idea seemed silly to involve other people. Plus, there was still the possibility that Wesley might drive right past her. Goosebumps began to crawl up Claire’s skin though and she couldn’t help but shake the bad feeling in her gut. Just in case, she pulled out her phone and kept it ready on speed dial. It was then she regretted never putting anything capable of protecting herself in her purse. Unless she could blind him with eye shadow, she was practically defenseless. What would even happen if she attempted to attack a man of such power as Wesley? She’d heard the rumors...

The powerful voice startled Claire, causing her to drop her iPhone decorated in a flowery case onto the thick cement. She cursed silently to herself. Wesley motioned for her to step inside the limo but again, Claire froze. Thousands of different scenarios ran through her head, thanks to the many horror movies she had watched. This was the real world though, he couldn’t do anything to her, right? Breathe, Claire. She told herself. He probably just wants to talk.. Breathe. Except, Wesley pulled out a knife when she didn’t move fast enough and it shattered all hope toward getting out of this situation safely. A whimper escaped her mouth as she kneeled, grabbed her phone, and rushed into the limo.

The first thing Claire did was mentally send a prayer, hoping she would make it out of this situation alive. What did Wesley possibly want with her? She was a goodie two-shoes who did more community service than she could keep track of. No one that would end up with Wesley and his crew. Clutching her phone tightly in her right hand, Claire stared at Wesley with wide eyes. While refusing to have her coffee bought was one thing, being threatened with a knife was a completely different scenario. “What… what do you want?”She spoke softly, the words barely managing to come out. Maybe if she just listened to him, he would let her leave and then she could return to her busy life. Hopefully.

Right as she had entered the limo, the police officer from before had finally made his appearance. She watched in terror as he pulled out some sort of weapon and begged for mercy it didn’t hit her. Claire’s gaze went from Wesley to the police officer in a frenzy, unsure what to do next.

@Themerlinhawk@Viciousmarrow

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An odd sense of quietness filled the house as Zoey lied awake on her bunk bed an hour before the entire house was awaken by either the shrieking sound of Sophi’s alarm clock or the yelling of James to eat breakfast. It was pleasant. Random thoughts of the day before filled her head as she sat in pure silence.

Skipping class had become a typical thing of Zoey but she’d never been called out by her older sister, Kylie, before. Sometimes she couldn’t understand the humour Kylie got out of from doing things like that. Offering both Olivia and her weed was also something most people wouldn’t attempt. There was no reason to judge nor did she care for how Kylie lived her life, Zoey simply found it interesting to analyze her sister’s decisions. Of course Zoey denied the weed but her younger sister fell under Kiley’s peer pressure. Another odd thing Zoey didn’t understand. How someone could let themselves do things they wouldn’t normally attempt by the a simple persuasion of someone they looked up to.

While Zoey couldn’t say she felt any emotion within the unusual outfits her sister had dressed her in, the day was a rare time she could spend with her siblings. Most of the time Zoey kept quiet, stuck in her own word, forgetting about her surroundings and the people around her. Once Riley and the others had found them, they had not reacted pleasantly and it seemed as though the family had erupted with drama. Zoey didn’t care much for arguing so she simply stayed out of it as her siblings fought out the mess, like she always did.

As the morning alarms went off, Zoey rose from her slumber. For a slight moment, she forget what day of the week it was. Oh that’s right, Wednesday So a long day of school awaited her. Dressing in her school clothes, Zoey combed through her soft hair and made the trek downstairs. A nice scent filled her nose as she found James making omelettes. “It doesn’t matter. Thanks.” She told James and took her seat at the family dinner table. As her siblings filed into the kitchen, Zoey stayed silent and let herself be drifted off into her own thoughts.

She needed to remember to attend a meeting with the music teacher at school about her violin. Every once and awhile, she liked to check on up on Zoey and see how she was doing. The new piece she was currently working on was proving to be a challenge and Zoey needed help on some of the harder parts. Very few people at the school kept her attention but the music teacher was one of them. Violin was something Zoey really cared about, more than she liked to admit anyway. Having the teacher’s guidance was truly helpful. Perhaps she would skip the first two periods to practice. Geometry was not something she would use in the future anyway so what was the point? Zoey didn’t understand the philosophy of the public school system. None of it seemed to prepare you for anything of importance. Perhaps college but many kids didn’t even take that route. What point was there in memorizing proofs when she could be working on such more valuable things?

The continuous questions of Sophi’s location didn’t really engage a form of worry from Zoey. She was probably out and would be home soon, no need to worry. It seemed all everyone did was worry and fight. Sighing, she continued staring into space until James served the omelettes.

@Emma@Viciousmarrow@lovely complex@Saint Girralo

Secrets - Closed

@Emma Aww that's perfect!! Thanks! Love it!