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Our Last Summer Together

Yes! I'll try to get something up today but if i wont youll have my full permission to kick the plan in action!

Our Last Summer Together

@Zaxter996 I am! Im so sorry i keep poofing with this, I love these characters and dont want to stop <3

✹☽ Vampires of Redhaven ☾✹

Aava

@Kinjaav@Eviledd1984

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Little fish.
Aava's eyes closed as she held on tighter, her racing, undead heart calming down at the vaguely familiar nickname. Aava's newly fleshed out fingers tangled more into Evren's mane, finding a familiar scent and some unexpected warmth there. Aava was used to cold, so her state of undress felt completely natural to her, bur feeling the warmth of the beast's mane reminded her of something long lost even before she had lost her current self.
Aava took a deep breath and glanced around once more, eyes darting around for any source of water.
The morning fog had been quickly evaporating as the sun peeked above the treeline and buildings, painting a pale golden line on the horizon. Aava had been trying to grasp at the fleeting water in the air for some while now, but the water had only garhered up to a few drop's worth. Luckily they just so happened to run past a small fountain on the side of the street on what looked like a park of some sort. This was more than enough for Aava, whose hair began weakly swirling and tangling like a heap of snakes as her subconscious commanded the water to her will.
The water began pulling out of the fountain like a twisting rope in the air. Then it gathered into a large, floating globe of water, ready to attack their chaser. Only Aava didn't get a chance to launch her defense as a rock hit her square in the back, knocking the wind out of her and breaking her already weak concentration.
Aava coughed for air and the water she'd tried to command fell flat on the ground in an underwhelming splash.
"(I tried...)" Aava rasped. Her abilities were almost nonexistent on land. She wasn't fast or strong, and all she could do was kind of control water. In fact, she hadn't even been aware she could do it. It had always come to her as more of an instinct than as something she could willingly control, and even now, her attempt had fallen flat before she'd even gotten a chance.

R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

Oxley

Location: NYC compound
Interactions: Any

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Do deviants dream of super powered sheep?
The ceiling was a dull beige colour. The paintjob was flaking and peeling off thanks to the unforgiving gears of time. Oxley blinked, her cheeks feeling stiff from the dried tear tracks there. The beanbag chair crunched under the girl's weight, the tiny beads inside it shifting to adapt to her shape.
What is happening to me, really?

Oxley had ran straight for her apartment, obviously. Nothing could've stopped the oncoming panic attack as she had realised that something was wrong with her. What was going on with her? Why had she suddenly just... lost the ability to remember? It all felt so hazy, almost in a comforting way. Maybe Oxley would've felt comforted by it if she wasn't so busy panicking at this new, unfamiliar sensation.
Think, Oxley. What could this be about? Was it you leaving the Compound? Or was there something in my food?
Oxley gripped the sides of the beanbag before shooting upright.
"Did that sicko put something in my pizza?" Oxley asked aloud, to herself more than anything. Oxley scrambled up and searched for her satchel, quickly finding it and rummaging through it until she came upon the business card and phone she'd been given.
HEIDIS. It has to have something to do with him and his company.
"If you want answers, you'll have to hack them. You are good, but not that good," Oxley mumbled as she sprang up and sat before her computer. "Yes, but you don't have to hack them. You'll just need to... dig around a bit. But wait, no no nonono, the Compounds have a way of tracking everything I do on the internet. I can't do anything without them catching up on what I'm doing. Think, Oxley, think..."
Oxley paused for a second, her thoughts disoriented and grasping at straws. Then she gasped.
"OH, wait. No, it couldn't have been the food! I was fine, and Mr. Grandure didn't have access to it... When was the moment I began feeling strange? -- Shit. Of course. It was the..."
...the moment we shook hands. That's when my headache stopped.
"But... how could've he done that? And... what exactly did he do? Argh! I can't figure this out alone, not while my mind is... my mind is... like this!" Oxley cried out in frustration, rubbing her forehead.
"This would be so much easier if I had my VPN..." Oxley groaned as she went back to planning, keeping the business card and the burner phone on her desk. "Of course, I don't necessarily need a VPN to mask my connection, I could just... Of course. I could just hijack someone else's connection. Someone with a public access point within reach, someone like..."
Someone like my lovely neighbor Dean. Of course he didn't have a public access point, per se, but it would have to do.
"Is it too close to me, though? They could still trace it. They don't like snoopers," Oxley mumbled as she began typing on her laptop. "It'll have to do. Sorry, Dean," Oxley apologised under her breath as she began what could only be described as hacking into her neighbors wi-fi connection.

✹☽ Vampires of Redhaven ☾✹

Aava

@Kinjaav@Eviledd1984

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Aava's feast was rudely interrupted as someone yanked her up by her hair. Aava whined in protest, but obeyed the familiar hand of Evren. Friend knows better.
Disoriented and still craving some more flesh, Aava turned around as Evren stepped in front of her protectively. Aava's big, grayish blue eyes blinked at the figure that stood a short distance from them. The figure looked angry.
Uh oh...
Aava licked her lips that still tasted like the delicious human, blood staining her whole chin like ketchup. Slowly, Aava raised her guard as she held on to Evren's bicep, confused by what was going on and why their feast had been interrupted.
Evren started morphing before Aava, until he had taken a form of a hideous beast with a gruesome face. Aava tried to step forward to the strange man, but felt Evren pushing at her, urging her to climb on.
"....hrrrgrr?" Aava gurgled with a confused tilt of her head.
Friend knows best.
Aava gave in and climbed the Evren-creature, fingers tangling into his mane as Evren took off, running for the escape. Aava tried to settle better on her friend's back all the while looking over her shoulder, only to see the man who she now registered as a threat had begun chasing them.
"(Evren... He's following us)," Aava rasped, her strength slowly returning to her bones thanks to the flesh she'd consumed. She could feel the hollow of her cheeks filling up, see the bony arms gain some healthy flesh on them. It felt good to have some strength again.
Aava felt very protective over her friend. For some reason she knew no harm must come to him. She didn't quite understand why, though. She only knew she wanted to protect him.
Looking around for any source of water but not coming up with any, Aava huffed and pressed her face against Evren's mane in a pout. I'll help friend soon.

R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

Oxley

Location: Dat Pizza Place™
Interactions: @Randomness

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Of course I'm right, Oxley thought with a bored eyeroll. She fell more silent and let the man talk even if his whole being made Oxley grit her teeth.
Make no mistake, she took the phone when given to her, obviously. She couldn't let some personal bias cloud her judgement. And if there was a tracking device in there... well, she could easily find a way to remove it. Oxley took the phone and the business card after examining the frey piece of paper for a bit, tucking the both of them into her satchel.
"I believe to help build trust between us, I should be available to lend you a hand if need be," Edmond concluded, offering his hand in a shake. Oxley stood up as well, already motioning for the restaurant to bring her a box. She took Mr. Grandure's hand in a brief, albeit cold grip.
"Noted." Oxley nodded as they parted, the skin contact lingering on her hand like a ghost.
A wave of... nothing. Nothing washed over Oxley. Something was... off. Something...
"Oh... my god." Oxley gaped at the door, her hand still hovering where the handshake had occured.
"Everything alright, miss?" a staff member of the pizzeria asked as he walked over.
"My headache!" Oxley all but squeaked, "It's gone! My migraine is gone! How..." Oxley gaped, her palm coming to rest on her forehead. Was she sick? She always had that dull headache. For as long as she could remember.
"...Miss?" the waiter asked again, having stood there silently while Oxley had been having her ephiphany.
"Oh, um - yes, I was hoping I could take the rest of the pizza home? In a box, or something," Oxley rambled, trying to figure out what had just happened. This is fucking awesome, Oxley thought as she looked around, a smile tugging at her lips. No more headache. That was... so awesome.

Oxley was rather silent the ride back to the compound. She felt... odd. Like, in a great way. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so peaceful, really. Like she had some space to think. She didn't know why, and she cared even less why. She just hoped it would last for ever.
"We are returning Mr. Grandure's companion to the Compound. She's deviant Dana Oxley," the peacekeeper that had been escorting Oxley spoke as they reached the security check. Getting inside the Compound was way easier than getting out of it.
"Miss Oxley, if you will - step through the detector," the peacekeeper at the gate commanded. Oxley obliged, not knowing any better.
"Okay, what's next?" Oxley asked as she walked through the arch, turning around to look at the peacekeepers. One of them was looking at their computer screen with a puzzled frown.
"Wait, miss... Please, step here again," the peacekeeper motioned, guiding Oxley back through the gate. Uhh... okay. Technical difficulties? Sure.
Oxley then repeated the process of walking through the gate, looking back after. The puzzled look on the peacekeeper's face persisted.
Once more. Then twice. A third time. Every time the same result. Oxley was growing impatient.
"C'mon. What is it? Why are you making me do this?" Oxley demanded, folding her arms across her chest protectively. The peacekeeper with the monitor shook their head, mumbling something with another.
"Miss, are you sure you are deviant?"
"I- What??"
"Are you a deviant?"
What an idiotic question. Of course she was. Oxley looked at the peacekeepers, baffled.
"Yes, I am deviant. Isn't that what the machine tells you? I have the bloody chip and everything," Oxley argued, her honesty shining through the confusion. She recieved no answer.
Wait.
"You're telling me the machine... isn't telling you that? That... that's got to be a bug, you know. Technology isn't one hundred percent reliable," Oxley stammered, trying to take a peek of the monitor the peacekeeper was holding. The peacekeepers kept mumbling with each other and looking at the screen, clearly paying no mind to Oxley who was growing panicked at the thought of something being seriously wrong with her. Of course things would get complicated the minute I get involved... Just my fucking luck.
"Hey, can't you just let me go? The records clearly state I'm a deviant. That should override whatever your detector says, yeah? It's not like you care what happens inside those borders either - so just let me go home. Okay?"
Oxley was feeling a lot of things. Uncomfortable, sure. Confused, scared, even. Hopeful. A tiny part of her thinking maybe it was all true, maybe all these years had been a mistake. Maybe she wasn't deviant.
But that... that didn't make sense. Sure she was, it was obvious. She had the gene. She was literally unable to forget. No sane person could recite the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy word to word.
Calm down, Oxley. Calm down. Just do whatever you do whenever you're feeling overwhelmed. One point one four one... five nine... uh... s-six? No, it was two... I... WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?

Oxley stared at the peacekeepers, face slack with fear. What in the name of hell was going on? In the pizzeria her migraine had stopped, then the peacekeepers couldn't apparently detect her deviant gene... and now she couldn't even remember the first six decimals of pi? Oxley was shaking. She was feeling like she was detatching from her own body and floating away into space. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew she wasn't in control and she couldn't stand it. It scared her. She needed reason. She needed stability. She needed to be home. Now.
"I- I- I... I NEED TO GET HOME. NOW. LET ME GO HOME," Oxley demanded with a shaky voice as her body shivered and eyes stared blankly ahead. A peacekeeper tried to touch Oxley's arm, but she snapped immediately, jumping away from the touch.
"DON'T TOUCH ME."
"Miss... we can't let you go past here before we resolve this problem. We ask for your patien-"
"I. NEED. TO. GET. HOME. NOW," Oxley repeated as steadily as she could, tears slipping from her determined eyes. "Just... let me go. P-please."

Eventually, they did let Oxley go. The matter had remained unresolved, but apparently the peacekeepers had felt too bad for the dissociating and shaking girl before them to make her stay any longer. As Oxley got back into the Compound, she darted straight for her apartment, walking the street without care for the surrounding people. Oxley tried to repeat a broken mantra in her mind, only to find she couldn't remember it. That was impossible, wasn't it? She could always remember. Every second. She didn't like being unable to forget, but she had grown to accept it over time. Now she felt out of place, out of focus.
What was happening to her, and more importantly... why?

✹☽ Vampires of Redhaven ☾✹

Aava

@Kinjaav

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Aava ran after Evren in a clumsy blur, her hair tangling on the railings of the fire escape and snapping off here and there like blades of grass.
"Evreeen..." Aava whined as she stumbled after the man, uncomfortable without the comfort of her new lake and morning air cold against her bare skin. Where is he going? Where are we going? Despite her confusion, Aava followed.
Then she saw it.
Food.
Mouth watering at the sight of the warm flesh before them, Aava opened her mouth and surged forward. Evren beat her to it, though. The vampire attacked the poor man on the street, teeth sinking into his flesh in a feral manner. Aava didn't wait to get her turn. Stomach grumbling in what was a centuries old hunger, Aava attacked the stranger's torso, sharp teeth sinking into the warm flesh of his bicep.
Warm. Good. Flesssshhh.
Aava crouched on ground in a heap of sea green hair, mouth devouring the flesh of the man who was only barely alive. Moving down from the bicep that was already eaten almost to the bone, Aava bit a chunk off of the man's thigh. Clothing fabric tasted gross in the lake creature's mouth, but her hunger was too blinding for her to care.
As Evren let go of the corpse's neck, Aava didn't even pay mind. She just kept eating, jaws biting into flesh in uneven and animalistic motions. Filling a hunger that had plagued her for as long as she could remember.

Evren and Aava

Aava gurgled, almost offended.
"(I am no witch, I'm just a little fish in a lake,)" she responded genuinely, her huge eyes narrowing into icy slits. Aava tried to crawl as close to land as she could, plopping her bony forearms on the shore as the rest of her stayed underwater.
"(So then, who are you? Who? My whispers sound like another language to you, you must be a man from far away,)" Aava contemplated. She didn't actually speak German, of course, but Näkkis' skill of persuasion included the skill of illusion. Illusion of physical form as well as speech.
"(Doesn't wandering get tiresome? I feel at ease in my little lake. My precious lake. Why would one ever want to leave?)" Aava wondered, her neck joint cracking as she bent her head to the side. Now the creature was more curious than anything, hunger long forgotten. This man before her was something new and strange. Something... not edible, for sure. So maybe it was a new playmate?

R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

Oxley

Location: Dat Pizza Place™
Interactions: @Randomness

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Oxley was quite fascinated by the whole process or getting out of the compound. She paid special attention to any and all security camera placements and possible passwords. Mainly Oxley kept quiet, as to not disturb the man at work. This couldn't be perfectly legal, Oxley thought as she followed Mr. Grandure.
Still, she barely cared. She had her own quest to follow. And pizza was a part of it.

"My order? Yes, of course, yep yepyepyep..." Oxley rambled as she stood before the endless options presented to her. She was sure to take her time, much to her acquaintance's annoyment, perhaps. Still, quality pizza wasn't every day and Mr. Grandure was paying, so... Heh. Oxley made sure to order the most expensive one they had.
"I'll take a... Make it a extra large, special crust pizza with double cheese, mushrooms, pepperoni, tomatoes, and... olive! And don't feel afraid to go ham on the oregano, so to speak! It's all good, my associate here will handle the payment." Oxley made sure to look Mr. Grandure in the eye as she said so, just to drive home a point.

As the two sat down in their booth, and soon after a pregnant silence their orders rolled in. Oxley's mouth watered on the sight of her huge plate. It smelled so good, or perhaps Oxley was just too hungry to care. The girl had - to be frank - absolutely no idea if she would even like the gruesome combination of ingredients. And she was certain she couldn't stomach the whole thing even if it was the most delicious thing in the world. It was more about the gesture than anything, really.
Still, she dug in.

Oxley lost her appetite soon enough. She was beginning to regret her decision to join this man for lunch, actually. How could he think that?
Irritation flared up inside Oxley, her temper rising like a tidal wave.
Not only was he full of shit, he was belittling Oxley. It felt like a straight insult to her brilliance.
"Oh yes, locking marginalized people in inhumane conditions would totally seem like a necessary evil to someone who doesn't have to, oh I don't know, actually live through it?" Oxley fired back, eyebrow cocked in annoyment. Snappy as always. "Maybe you are safe -an argument which I find debatable at best - but what about the tens of thousands - nay, millions, who are locked up inside the Compounds with little to no means to protect themselves from those same people with 'innate weapons of mass destruction'? Your logic is extremely flawed," Oxley scoffed as she placed her fork down. She smiled from the corner of her mouth, but it wasn't a kind smile.
Relax, Oxley. Don't let him provoke you. His intelligence is simply... Below yours. Not everyone shares your mind.
"But I must say I find your headassery quite impressive, Mr. Grandure. You almost sound like you have a point. However... Whatever your motives, I believe you've done a poor job of convincing me of your side of things. I certainly believe that you believe the Compounds are necessary, but it doesn't matter how good the living conditions of the Compounds are. A cage is still a cage, and people dislike being caged. You might be protecting yourselves now, but I assure you, you are sitting on a massive, ticking time bomb. The pressure will only keep growing until you can't control it anymore. And when that happens... I don't think a mere wall and a flimsy chip is going to stop the deviants from blowing you up into dust."
Oxley deliberately chose to distance herself from the group as she referred to the deviants as 'they' instead of 'us'. That served many reasons, really. It was both a carefully controlled move on her part and a truth of how she viewed herself. When Oxley thought of herself, she thought she was quite unaligned, capable of swaying either way if it served her. Currently, however... Oxley was not impressed.

✹☽ Vampires of Redhaven ☾✹

Aava

@Kinjaav

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'Are you even in there anymore?'

Aava did not know. It had been such a long time. So many years, lost and cramped. No room to move. No one but her own mind, screaming to be let out. It had been so long she no longer remembered who she was. If she even was someone.
Still, hearing this man she distantly recognised as familiar seem so upset awakened a similar response in Aava.
Friend upset. Friend hurt.
Evren was on the floor, blood seeping from the back of his head. Aava let out a hiss in worry, scrambling out of her little lake of a tub. Water splashed everywhere, but before it hit the floor, it began floating as if by mind control, swirling closer to Aava's skin.
"Evren-" Aava begun, her rough voice cracking in the middle. But the man had already scrambled up, heading for the door.
Vampyyri.
That was familiar. Just as Evren was familiar. Aava couldn't place it, but she trusted this man to not hurt her. She felt like she needed to protect this man. Friend.
Wet hair trailing behind her, Aava scrambled after Evren, following him like a lost puppy clinging onto the one familiar thing in a world full of completely strange things.
Is friend mad? Aava was confused and hungry. She wanted something to eat. Something to feel stronger. She hadn't eaten in... in such a long time. Following the scrappy man, Aava tried to get his attention.
"(I... don't leave me, don't... I don't know where... who...)," Aava stuttered, scrambling over the words like she was trying to piece the components of language back together. There was lingering panic in her voice, as she tried to hold on to the one thing she could make sense of.