Ciaran

D&D 5e, dark setting

@Torack Glad to have you. Any other takers?

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

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Hillview High
_{@He Who Walks Behind}

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"But of course," Paige said in response to the blonde girl's question, smiling and turning, ready to head down the corridor. She had been about to make some other cynical comment about their current situation, but was interrupted by Nate, who seemingly reacted to something that wasn't there. She had been facing that same way, with as clear a view as you could get with this light level, but hadn't seen anything besides the usual creepy, dark hallways. She frowned and looked at Nate, worrying if he was okay. Frankly, she didn't what was worse - something causing him to hallucinate, or a genuine threat that was present here in the school. Either way, though Paige didn't speak up, she was happy about the agreement not to go that way.

When they got to the room, Paige saw how eager Sharon was to avoid entering it, and how roughly she was treated by Claire. Of course, she didn't like Sharon, but it was obvious that whatever was in that room was major shit. Sharon seemed pretty traumatised by it, and Paige didn't feel like she deserved such callous treatment. She'd have intervened, but, as usual, she was at the back of the group, and it was over quickly. Realising that the contents of the room were a much bigger priority (because of shock factor if nothing else), Paige made a mental note to bring it up with Claire later.

The room, of course, was horrifying. Dozens of people dead, countless more watched for even the slightest sign of supernatural power - the same power which several people in their group possessed. Paige's thoughts immediately went to something Sharon had said at the farmhouse.

'...he took the abhorrent Awakened out of the picture...'

Paige supposed she should have expected something like this.

Her picture wasn't on the wall, which was a relief. Clearly, Mr. Reid was a little behind, at least a few weeks. That, or she'd had the good fortune of evading his awareness so far, which seemed unlikely, given the incredible diligence the rest of the pictures must have required to be so comprehensive. Still, this was deeply unsettling.

But things got worse. Paige had been scanning the wall, still not finding her picture but not having quite checked it all, when Rita opened the chest behind her. And now people were demanding a confession from Britney. Paige, of course, was very eager to learn what was going on with Britney, but she was also very eager not to die, and aware that the group was making a lot of noise. This in mind, she opened the door to the corridor and walked out, checking in both directions. If she found nothing that seemed dangerous, she would simply start leaning against the wall to one side of the door, keeping watch for anything that might be trying to corner them in the room.

D&D 5e, dark setting

You know the drill. D&D 5e, in a dark original setting which I had the idea for a while ago, but only now decided to use. Blood hunters are allowed, but they are highly significant to the setting, which I will explain properly in the OOC if we get that far. The tech level also allows for gunslingers as well as the Firearm Specialist feat. Of course, all PHB content is legal, but nothing from the additional sourcebooks (life Volo's or Xanithar's), since I don't own them. UA subclasses are also fine, but if in gameplay I think one you're using is broken, I'll ask you to change it; use at your own risk. In terms of rules, I don't expect much, just a decent paragraph per post (or more, if you like), mostly fine grammar, and about a post a week - allowing for other players, and, of course, life. I'd like at least three players for this to run, but there is no upper boundary. Invite your friends! And of course, the OOC will be much more detailed than this, I just don't want to dedicate a lot of effort to something that won't necessarily happen yet.

Prey Tell (Modern Supernaturals and Hunters) STILL ACCEPTING

Elise didn't like the Librarian. Of course, she disliked all Supernaturals, but this one was not just blasphemous on an intrinsic level, it also actively chose to do things which made her dislike it, as she would if a human had done the same. She wanted to kill it, and as the mirror curse was placed, she wondered if Harold's exclusion from the curse worked both ways - that was, that it could be killed without anyone else being harmed as a result. In the end she decided to assume the worst, as was her habit out of caution. Of course, this would mean that she could kill Harry and subsequently deal with every Supernatural in the building. Her own life for perhaps half a dozen of the vile things... she would consider it worth the sacrifice, were it not for her personal vendetta against Fable. She couldn't afford to make such a sacrifice until her hunt was finished.

Thus, when the Libarian demanded to know who she was and what she hunting, Elise felt her best choice was to comply, rather than simply stab him, as was her gut instinct. So she said "Elise Elwynder, hunting Fae creatures in general and the Changeling Fable Elwynder in particular. I've already given a description of the Changeling."

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Fable had to go through the main room. That conclusion was easy enough to reach, but the question of how remained elusive. No doubt Elise had already given a description of her; she could either hide from all of them, or run from all of them, unless she was lucky enough to recieve a little goodwill. What she really needed was a distraction. Elise was busy talking to the bald man from before, and perhaps the others wouldn't recognise her immediately. That might give her the headstart she needed. Then, she had a better opportunity.

Gunshots rang out, and while everyone else was taking cover in shock and fear, Fable had seen the gunman and been able to brace herself for them. She ran, heading straight across the room as a police officer walked in. She'd hoped that the element of surprise would allow her to get past Elise before she knew what was going on. It didn't go quite to plan.

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Elise dropped to the floor as advised when the shots were fired. But then she heard footsteps behind her, moving quickly, and she turned just in time to see her twin running for the door. Swinging her leg out, Elise tripped Fable, who rolled and got up quickly, but not any more quickly than the human girl. Elise caught Fable as she reached the door, before she could open it, and grabbed her by the hair to ram her face into the nearby wall. Fable cried out and spun to face Elise, clutching her broken nose with both hands, but did manage to duck under the punch that followed, then spin them around so that they moved to Fable's left, and now Elise was against the wall. However, as Fable attempted to strike at Elise, Elise caught the right hook and pulled on the arm, attempting to send Fable's already-damaged face into the wall again. But they had moved, and this time, there wasn't a wall next to Elise, there were the broken remains of a window.

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Fable flipped as her lower body encountered resistance, but her upper did not. Her torso was shredded by the broken glass as she now lay on her back in the street outside. Her head was spinning, but survival instinct had put her body on autopilot, and before she really knew what was happening she was doing something like a run away from the bar. Elise would be through the door in a moment, either giving chase or firing her crossbow. Fable rounded a corner into an alleyway, doing her best to lose her sister. Thankfully, she wasn't leaving a trail of blood, since her t-shirt was soaking the worst of it up, though it was utterly ruined. As quickly as she could, Fable retreated into the gloom, returning to the apartment she didn't own at Ivy View. She found her bed and fell asleep, not knowing if she'd ever wake up, but too weak from blood loss to do anything about it either way.

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Elise was not happy. She'd been so close. If that fight had been anything to go by, she was definitely the better combatant. Even so, she hadn't had a chance to finish the job, and now the thing she'd once called her sister was gone. Police were present, and while the fight she'd been in had been fast and vicious (Elise thought it had lasted 2, perhaps 3 seconds) she would now have to escape or face arrest herself. So she did, as best she could, using alleyways and backstreets in an attempt to lead any pursuers on a wild goose chase, doubling back and moving in circles occasionally to fool them. Eventually she found the place she'd been staying at; a safehouse owned by her sect near the edge of town. It was small and uncomfortable, but it was buildings like these that let Hunters from her sect operate in almost any city or large town in the area cheaply and easily. She feel asleep on a matress on the floor, exhausted and frustrated, but also prideful in the belief that she was the greater twin.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

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The Reid Farmhouse -> Hillview High

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Most of what Sharon said had little effect on Paige; no matter what the other girl said, she felt that and she and the others were in the right here. The 'crippled' comment did achieve a reaction, though, a slight twitch of the head, and an even more intense glare.

Paige caught Lynette's signal, and logically, she knew that Lynette was right, continuing in this way clearly wasn't going to help. But logic wasn't exactly Paige's thought process right now. She'd forgotten the assumption she'd made about Andrea's fate was only an assumption, and right now all she wanted was for Sharon to suffer. But then she realised something. And that was why, when Penny invited her outside, she accepted that offer, but not without a final comment.

"You know what? Fine. You're obviously one of us, so feel free to stay behind. Then Scott will find you, and you'll get what you deserve without any of us having to lift a finger."

And with that, Paige turned and left alongside Penny.

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Hillview High was quite the place. Undoubtedly quite the horror show, if the bleakness and decrepitness of the building were anything to go by.

"Good call," murmured Paige when Britney told them she'd brought the flashlightss, maybe loud enough for her to hear, maybe not. Her heart wasn't really in it as she awkwardly bent over to take a flashlight - left hand holding that, right hand holding her crutch; hopefully that wouldn't be a problem - even though she'd calmed down since the farm, she still wasn't happy. Regardless, she didn't voice her feelings, just staying quiet as the group entered the eerie building.

And, of course, they immediately came across something utterly disturbing. Reading the graffiti made Piage feel extremely uncomfortable, with that creeping kind of fear, not the kind that screams at you to run the other way or you'll die, but the kind that whispers to you so that the thing that's causing it doesn't hear, telling you to get away quickly and quietly, before you wake up something... worse.

"What's it mean? Well, to anyone with any kind of survival instinct, it means 'Run away as fast as possible'. To us, I'd imagine it means something more like 'Good job guys! You're on the right track'."

Maybe sarcasm wasn't the most helpful thing in the world right now, but the fact remained that they didn't know enough to make sense of this anyway, so it would only waste time to try shooting in the dark. That was, unless Britney knew something. Some of the others had mentioned she seemed to know a lot about what was going on with no explanation, and even Paige admitted she seemed to be acting a bit, well, off.

Crypt of Locrosa

Saerin turned as she heard heavy footsteps approaching from behind her. The black dragonborn from earlier, and not all that happy to see her. The feeling of course, was entirely mutual. Initially, Saerin didn't say anything, but the frustration was clear as day on her face; she was extremely unhappy to be dealing with this one again, and she was worried for a moment, from his expression and gait, that she'd have to fight for her life. The truth ended up being far, far worse, which Saerin realised as the dragonborn retrieved the document. She wouldn't have to defend herself against this man, she'd have to work with him.

Saerin spoke very slowly and tensely. "Yes, I am here for a job, they contents of which they have declined to share so far. I was not made aware that I would be working with anyone else. So let me make one thing perfectly clear: you need to stay out of my way. I can handle myself just fine, and I swear if you get me killed, I'll haunt you and your family so bad the other ghosts will start having nightmares."

Saerin turned back to the guards and said, in a much calmer and politer tone "So, are these genuine? I'd like to get going."

Prey Tell (Modern Supernaturals and Hunters) STILL ACCEPTING

Oh, hey, @BlackPanther, it's been a while.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

Works for me.

Crypt of Locrosa

*Sighs*

You guys, don't let this rp die 13 posts in. I'd make another post but I can't reply to myself.

Prey Tell (Modern Supernaturals and Hunters) STILL ACCEPTING

Elise frowned in response to the bald scum's ominous threat. It thought that it could kill her, and she had no doubt that it wanted to. That was the thing with Supernaturals: they could be reasonable if it would keep them alive, but ultimately their only purpose had always been to cause harm to others. It deserved death, but she could not give it that while more were present. A group of them might stand a chance against her, and more would be destroyed in the long run if she lived now. Thus, she had no desire for conflict, so did her best to play the bald monster's game.

"Really?" she asked it. "I think the Librarian could use something to set himself straight. Faith, I've found... it gives a certain sense of purpose. Helps a person focus on what's important."

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Fable was searching for a way out. The only door lead back into the main room of the bar. The window, well, it was a bathroom window. Even though Fable could probably fit her small frame through it, this would not leave enough room to avoid cutting herself on the shards of glass that would be left if she were to break the window. Besides, she'd seen the other window already broken today; Rebecca didn't need to deal with another one. Of course, Fable could hide in a cubicle, but that would be far too obvious once Elise inevitably searched the room. The only viable option she could see was to go back into the main room and try to slip past Elise. Of course, she could try to kill her sister, but unlike her, Fable had lost no love for her twin when they'd been driven apart. She could see now that Elise was evil, but the thought of ending her life still seemed... difficult.

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Elise found the situation funnier and funnier as more and more people got involved. All this posturing and threatening - typical Supernatural agression - and all she'd done was ask for someone. It was as if they were trying to provoke her, and in a way, they were. She was making mental notes of the faces (and, when she could, names) of everyone who seemed to be Supernatural in this room, something which was pathetically obvious by their hostility towards her and her Brother, the other Hunter.

Turning to Darnies, Elise said, simply "I'm not here to fight. I'm just looking for my sister. You people are right that I don't like you, but is that really my fault? I've walked into a bar and been threatened by a man with a gun, then everyone who involved themselves except that Japanese man has seemed to think I'm the problem here. Can you really blame me?"

Elise hated calling the creatures in this bar people. They weren't, and they should be thanking her for flattering them with such a term. But, of course, she was not in a tactically advantageous position here. She would have to play by their rules, or die.