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STATUS: Getting back on my seizure meds got me all messed up until they settle in the system. I'll try and keep things up to date but I'm so tired 7 days ago
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Getting back on my seizure meds got me all messed up until they settle in the system. I'll try and keep things up to date but I'm so tired
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A roleplayer, a mom, a gamer, and a crafter. I like to make stuff, whether it be in writing or drawing or crochet, or paint, the list goes on. If it requires creativity, I can assure I have tried it at least once. If you want to see some of the stuff I make, feel free to ask. I do take commissions too though I hate my own art. Everyone else seems to love it and hey, sometimes you gotta take the money where you can get it, ya know?
Anyways,
It's a pleasure to meet you. Wanna rp with me, then just hit me up! I will for sure rp with you, no matter the plot!
Anyways,
It's a pleasure to meet you. Wanna rp with me, then just hit me up! I will for sure rp with you, no matter the plot!
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Feel free to post. Yall are in a different area now. Yall can post in your own turn order at the moment.
When the shakes started, Lucian looked up at Aneira with a look of concern. She was looking worse for wear with each passing moment. They needed to get this dang bullet out of her side before it really got her.
He bit his lower lip before he focused his eyes back on her side, trying to get a feel for just how quickly he could get this thing out of her and how little pain he could cause her. Despite how much he hated it, he was going to have to hurt her quite a bit to get this thing out but he knew that he could probably do it. It would just take some time and some pressure, two things that would make this incredibly uncomfortable for her.
When she began to wobble, Lucian looked up at her again, his eyes bright with concern. He could tell he was losing her. She was going to go down in three,
two,
one.
He caught her as her knees buckled and she landed against his chest. He gave out a gruff grunt as she put pressure against his newly healed wound but he paid it no mind as he slowly situated as best he could. He laid her on the ground in front of him. It sucks that the poison had gotten this bad for her but it was also fortunate for them. She was unconscious now and she wouldn't feel what he was about to do. He thanked god that she had given him permission before passing out. He would feel really bad about doing this if she hadn't but he would have either way. She needed this damn bullet out, whether she wanted him digging around in there or not.
He slowly stood up, feeling the ache of his body as he did so. He rolled the stiffness out of his shoulders and reached down to gingerly pick her up. She was right. He probably should do this on some kind of tile. No point in staining the area of where they were probably going to be sleeping tonight. He released another grunt as he straightened with her in his arms, shifting her ever so slightly. His body hurt all over and damn, he was so tired.
He carefully carried her into the kitchen, resting her carefully on the counter so he wouldn't have to bend over the whole time. Checking her pulse and making sure she was secure before he began, he started to push on her side right under the bullet. He could feel her body pushing against the bullet, trying to force it out and he worked with that natural reaction, easing it closer and closer to the surface with each push.
After a few minutes of pushing and wiggling, the bullet was close enough to the surface, he was able to reach in, just barely, and grasp it with his fingertips. He carefully pulled it out and tossed it into the sink before he turned to look at Aneira. He felt her pulse once more and checked her vitals before he tore a piece of the bottom pants he had used earlier to stop her bleeding off. He pushed it gently to her side and held it there with firm pressure. In the meantime, still keeping one hand on the pants, he reached over to the sink and tried the facet. He wasn't sure if this apartment had power or water but he might as well try. He let out of a victory cry as the water turned on.
He waited as the old water pumped out of the facet in a nasty brown tint before it started coming out clear and clean. He tucked that free hand under the water and started to rinse the blood from his hand before he switched hands and started to rinse his other hand. When his hands were free of blood, he peeked under the cloth to see if her side had clotted. Sure enough, her side had stopped bleeding and so he took the fabric away and got to work on rinsing that piece of pants clean of blood before using it to wipe her clean of blood. It didn't take long and soon she was nice and clean.
He pulled her shirt down then picked her up. He cradled her against his chest and made his way back to the front room after turning off the facet. He settled back against the wall and left her against his chest as he leaned his head back against the wall. He kept one arm wrapped around her and tucked the other behind his head. One crisis averted.
He bit his lower lip before he focused his eyes back on her side, trying to get a feel for just how quickly he could get this thing out of her and how little pain he could cause her. Despite how much he hated it, he was going to have to hurt her quite a bit to get this thing out but he knew that he could probably do it. It would just take some time and some pressure, two things that would make this incredibly uncomfortable for her.
When she began to wobble, Lucian looked up at her again, his eyes bright with concern. He could tell he was losing her. She was going to go down in three,
two,
one.
He caught her as her knees buckled and she landed against his chest. He gave out a gruff grunt as she put pressure against his newly healed wound but he paid it no mind as he slowly situated as best he could. He laid her on the ground in front of him. It sucks that the poison had gotten this bad for her but it was also fortunate for them. She was unconscious now and she wouldn't feel what he was about to do. He thanked god that she had given him permission before passing out. He would feel really bad about doing this if she hadn't but he would have either way. She needed this damn bullet out, whether she wanted him digging around in there or not.
He slowly stood up, feeling the ache of his body as he did so. He rolled the stiffness out of his shoulders and reached down to gingerly pick her up. She was right. He probably should do this on some kind of tile. No point in staining the area of where they were probably going to be sleeping tonight. He released another grunt as he straightened with her in his arms, shifting her ever so slightly. His body hurt all over and damn, he was so tired.
He carefully carried her into the kitchen, resting her carefully on the counter so he wouldn't have to bend over the whole time. Checking her pulse and making sure she was secure before he began, he started to push on her side right under the bullet. He could feel her body pushing against the bullet, trying to force it out and he worked with that natural reaction, easing it closer and closer to the surface with each push.
After a few minutes of pushing and wiggling, the bullet was close enough to the surface, he was able to reach in, just barely, and grasp it with his fingertips. He carefully pulled it out and tossed it into the sink before he turned to look at Aneira. He felt her pulse once more and checked her vitals before he tore a piece of the bottom pants he had used earlier to stop her bleeding off. He pushed it gently to her side and held it there with firm pressure. In the meantime, still keeping one hand on the pants, he reached over to the sink and tried the facet. He wasn't sure if this apartment had power or water but he might as well try. He let out of a victory cry as the water turned on.
He waited as the old water pumped out of the facet in a nasty brown tint before it started coming out clear and clean. He tucked that free hand under the water and started to rinse the blood from his hand before he switched hands and started to rinse his other hand. When his hands were free of blood, he peeked under the cloth to see if her side had clotted. Sure enough, her side had stopped bleeding and so he took the fabric away and got to work on rinsing that piece of pants clean of blood before using it to wipe her clean of blood. It didn't take long and soon she was nice and clean.
He pulled her shirt down then picked her up. He cradled her against his chest and made his way back to the front room after turning off the facet. He settled back against the wall and left her against his chest as he leaned his head back against the wall. He kept one arm wrapped around her and tucked the other behind his head. One crisis averted.
Welcome, welcome. I'm sure you'll find some kind of enjoyment here in this guild of ours. There are many, many different styles of rp here. Plenty of those seeking partners to form an adventure with.
Enjoy your stay.
Enjoy your stay.
@sandstorm I loved the bit about casserole in your most recent post! Great characterization.
Cherry and them never quit huh? They are having a really bad day lol
@Frog Dog We need more of a progressive post unless you want our people to just kind of ignore your dude chilling at the front of the alley way, which is fine. If that's the case than we can just skip you and go onto sandstorm.
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lol don't worry, your character is in... good hands?
If you count a demon possessed in the backseat, maybe not so good
@frog dog I believe it would be your turn.
We need to figure out a way to incorporate @Squirrel98 lol. If you want to Squirrel, you can move your character out of that area and get him moving into the plot. It's been more than long enough
Information was coming in faster than Jasmine could process and she felt like her head was going to explode. Multiple angels were trying to get her to notice multiple things all at once. She focused on only the demon possessed, trying to keep her mind focused as best as she could. When someone came in and snatched the angel born, there was a loud blare of alarm that made her head ring like a bell at evening mass. She reached up and clenched her temple, whirling around to see someone with the same glowing aura of an angel born running off with her charge. She took a step forward but faltered as she felt like a blood vessel in her head was throbbing with each step. “Release me or kill me.” She told the angels. If this vision in between went on much longer, she was use she would have a brain aneurysm.
The angels pulled from her and her vision finally came to an end, allowing her to take a deep breath for the first time since they touched her shoulders. She wavered a moment, the gale around her finally coming to an end. The demon got away, the angel born was kidnapped, Rufus was dead. She had failed, miserably. Even with the aid of the angels on her shoulders, she had failed miserably.
The sounds of sirens off in the distance could be heard as police began to make their way to the scene. Jasmine gave a deep sigh as she slowly turned back towards Rufus and retraced her steps. She almost stumbled over Rufus on the ground before she dropped to her knees and began to dig around in his pockets and began pulling everything from him. She would leave the body for the police to find but they didn't need to know about the knights. She pulled his wallet out and fumbled with it as she began to pull card after card out, feeling each card for the laminated touch of a license. She was trying to work quickly but her hands were beginning to shake and her eyes were starting to tear up.
She wanted more than anything to throw everything to the side and curse the demon who did this to one of the nicest guys she had ever met but she had a task to do. They needed to get out of here and quickly. They now had two angel borns to find and the damn demon went chasing after them. Her hands shook with anger and grief just thinking about it. She found it even hard to focus on her task until Bruno walked over and laid his head down on her lap.
Her hand dropped down to his head and she took a deep breath. She continued to go through the cards until she finally felt the slick surface of the license. She pulled it and reached out to feel along Rufus, her hand finding his arm first. She followed it to his shoulder and then his chest. She rested the license in the middle of his chest but left her hand on his chest for a moment as she closed her eyes. “May God accept your soul and guide you to the gates so you may rest in forever peace.”
A small tear rolled down her cheek and she reached up to wipe it away, leaving a small streak of blood on her cheek like war paint. She packed all the things she found on his body in her bag before she stood. She reached into her pocket and pulled out an ear bud, tucking it into her ear. “Hey Google, send a message to Headquarters.” She grabbed a hold of Bruno's harness and prepared to leave the alley for the cops to find. “Gather the knights and the prophets. We have a mission.” She made to leave the alley.
The angels pulled from her and her vision finally came to an end, allowing her to take a deep breath for the first time since they touched her shoulders. She wavered a moment, the gale around her finally coming to an end. The demon got away, the angel born was kidnapped, Rufus was dead. She had failed, miserably. Even with the aid of the angels on her shoulders, she had failed miserably.
The sounds of sirens off in the distance could be heard as police began to make their way to the scene. Jasmine gave a deep sigh as she slowly turned back towards Rufus and retraced her steps. She almost stumbled over Rufus on the ground before she dropped to her knees and began to dig around in his pockets and began pulling everything from him. She would leave the body for the police to find but they didn't need to know about the knights. She pulled his wallet out and fumbled with it as she began to pull card after card out, feeling each card for the laminated touch of a license. She was trying to work quickly but her hands were beginning to shake and her eyes were starting to tear up.
She wanted more than anything to throw everything to the side and curse the demon who did this to one of the nicest guys she had ever met but she had a task to do. They needed to get out of here and quickly. They now had two angel borns to find and the damn demon went chasing after them. Her hands shook with anger and grief just thinking about it. She found it even hard to focus on her task until Bruno walked over and laid his head down on her lap.
Her hand dropped down to his head and she took a deep breath. She continued to go through the cards until she finally felt the slick surface of the license. She pulled it and reached out to feel along Rufus, her hand finding his arm first. She followed it to his shoulder and then his chest. She rested the license in the middle of his chest but left her hand on his chest for a moment as she closed her eyes. “May God accept your soul and guide you to the gates so you may rest in forever peace.”
A small tear rolled down her cheek and she reached up to wipe it away, leaving a small streak of blood on her cheek like war paint. She packed all the things she found on his body in her bag before she stood. She reached into her pocket and pulled out an ear bud, tucking it into her ear. “Hey Google, send a message to Headquarters.” She grabbed a hold of Bruno's harness and prepared to leave the alley for the cops to find. “Gather the knights and the prophets. We have a mission.” She made to leave the alley.
I'm seeing like almost everyone online. Do none of you have lives? lol
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