Estylwen

"What Did They Do To Us?" - A Mysterious Supernatural Escape RP!!

@Silver Carrot No worries, thanks for playing with us.

It's now my turn to post, I'll aim to have something up today or tomorrow.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1 [Cancelled]

”Layla is not Sycamore."

Gonna make little Layla cry with that one. Nice post.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1 [Cancelled]

Do I wanna know? o.o;

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1 [Cancelled]

The House on the Hill

Interactions: Todd (@Aeolian), Ruby (@Shin Ghost Note)

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"It's good to see you too, Aislin,"

Todd

Aislin grinned warmly, happy to have reunited with a friend. As Greenwood situated themselves and started talking with the gathered group, Aislin went fishing in her backpack. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a small wooden case that had the faint smell of kush on it. To any savvy toker, they'd realize it was a discreet one-hooter.

“Want some?” She asked, shaking it in her hand lightly like it was a pile of candy.

Don't mention them. Tell the coven and they kill us all. Hold your tongue. The only threats are Father Wolf, 8th Street and the Wolfpack. We can talk later.

Anya

A muscle ticked in Luna's jaw as she stared at Anya.

Wasn't planning on it.

Not that she would assume Anya could read the thought back, but she thought it anyway. A part of her would be more intrigued by the thought of Anya actually being able to transfer thoughts, if she wasn't so annoyed.

Those sons of bitches that took her Mother would get it, one way or another. They were obsessed with Sycamore more than she was, and she was love-sick. There was no doubt in her mind they had been harassing Clancy. But a photo would have made it one-hundred percent assured.

Harassing. Hah. If harassing entailed murderous intentions. That was just how Dollhouse operated.

"If not... then the Sycamore Tree Coven has some blanks I'd like filled. Tell me about ya'll. Your names. What you can do. What you have done."

Ruby

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Layla stood there silently, feeling the weight of Luna's hands on her shoulders, trying to count her breaths. Ruby had told her they'd talk later. That this could wait.

All she could think of was the nonsensical-ness of a face pristine by magic, even though it was a gunshot to the brain that caused the death. How strange it was to see a face that appeared to be sleeping, but you knew, deep down, they would never be getting up off that metal table. How cruel it was to hear the brokenness of an apparition as they said their final goodbyes. An apparition that knew only hate, strength, and domination, but was broken, absolutely broken at their other half, their human counter part, taken from them.

The unfairness of it.

The lack of accountability as Greenwood pranced in here, despite being monsters. Especially Naomi. The lack of concern. The narcissism.

Did Alizée not matter?

Was everyone just going to brush her death under the rug, without pushing for justice by the ones who were truly responsible?

Layla gritted her teeth, shrugging Luna's hand off her shoulders.

"I can't believe you. All of you.”

Her eyes narrowed at Ruby.“You're harboring a member that's directly responsible for getting our Coven into a fight with the Wolfpack, and causing one of our members to die. And you're acting like that’s ‘no big deal’, like ‘we can talk about it later’, like I'll hush up like a good little bitch and let you just walk this one off!”

Luna’s eyes widened, before her face settled into a neutral mask.

Layla continued. “I may not have been there, but I've got the memories of an apparition who’s life was destroyed after what you did. I know how Naomi egged her on, how Alizée was getting ready to leave, before Naomi fired her up and served her up to Wolfpack on a silver platter!”

She jerked her chin toward Luna, and growled, “Play what you have, spy.”

Luna raised an eyebrow. “I don't-”

Layla stamped her foot, her face twisting to glare at Luna head on. Luna stared back for a long moment, before she shrugged, pulled out her phone, scrolled, and played an audio file. Distorted, like she had taken it from a distance. The voice playing was none other than Naomi.

"You motherfuckers think you can do all this shit, try to fuckin' kill our friend, then try to kill us for trying to stop you from killing our friend, and then just up and leave.”

Recording of Naomi

Luna moved her finger on her screen, and cut a little further into the recording.

"I'm not sure if she's a part of your Coven, but you guys really need to get her on a leash because, trust, there are lots of people in St. Portwell who would have done a lot worse to her.”

Recording of Naomi

Layla fumed, staring hard at Ruby while the recording played. As it finished, she waved her arm at Luna’s phone. “Naomi said it herself. Alizée was getting ready to leave. She knew Alizée was easy to anger, she knew Wolfpack was on the way. She knew everyone needed to leave, else suffer. And what did she do?!”

Layla curled her little hands into fists. “It's her fault Alizée is dead. Naomi goes, or I refuse to acknowledge this alliance.”

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

@Izurich Okay, that's perfect then! I'll add her to the Coven list today.

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Moar NPCs!

Fidélicia Tearmoon

Fidélicia Tearmoon

14 | Female | Lilim
@Izurich

Description: Mèlisande's half-sister on their maternal side of the family. Like Mèlisande, Fidél was born from Jezebel's womb, but unlike her, she was sired by a different father, specifically by the Matriarch's second husband.

In an almost intentional twist of fate, Fidélicia was designated to be a walking contrast to her older half-sister. To start: she inherited her father's looks more than Jezebel's, she was born perfectly fine with no complications, and most frustratingly of all, she's a completely average person as far as her kin goes. Her magical talents are... decent, she has no learning difficulties, yet has no particular talents in any specific school either. While she's a good mage for Arrowfell's standards, that much is to be expected from an individual of a race who practically breathe magic.

All of these combined dooms her to live under Mèlisande's shadow, and yet... she's fine with it. Yes, she's not as unique, or talented, or beautiful as her sister, but thanks to all of that, no one placed any expectations on her. Like an heir ranked fifth in the line of succession, she's essentially free to live however she wants to. After all, for each boon Mèlly possesses, another weight is added onto her shoulders, and Fidél knows their mother enough to realize being her 'favorite daughter' is actually more of a curse than a blessing.

As things stand, Fidélicia is content to be a simple covenmate, a happy-go-lucky Lilim who helps around the Glade here and there with whatever assorted tasks her people need. Her great-aunt - Suzanna - often asks her to forage for various ingredients, and she's also good friends with Nitta Kochimei, a catgirl courier working for the duke of that walled city to the South.

Assorted Powers (Spells, Seed, Skills, Artifacts, etc.):

❖ Aeromancy: Fidél is quite skilled at utilizing spells associated with the wind element; from flying, directing air currents, summoning a miniature tornado, etc. It's quite a handy and utilitarian element if she can say so herself.
❖ Foraging: Honed by experience of gathering ingredients for Suzanna, the young Lilim can be relied on to locate, identify, and collect various herbs, mushrooms, and other materials.
❖ Robust Health: For some reason, Fidél rarely falls ill and even if she does, she'll recover quicker than most others with little to no assistance from medicine or healing magic. Maybe the myth about idiots being immune to the cold has some merit after all...

@Izurich

She looks great! Just a quick aside to aeromancy, sucking the air out of a person's lungs would be too instant-kill of a hit, so is there any way to make it so she's unable to do that? And how strong is the tornado?

@Click This Very happy to hear you're doing better!

Backrooms: The Thing that Breathes

@Estylwen I don't see the zeroth post with the Hunger Counter. Does it still need to be posted or am I just not seeing it?

@Squirrel98

It's at the very top of the first IC post, here is a link: https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5541115

Let me know if you see it. :) I may have hidden it on accident. I've unhiddenn it now.

Backrooms: The Thing that Breathes

New post is up! I've also added a Hunger Counter to the zeroth IC post. If your player reaches '3' without eating anything, they will start to feel hunger pangs, may start to halucinate, among other things.

Backrooms: The Thing that Breathes

Game won!

Backrooms: The Thing that Breathes

B.?.102, The School Room

@Squirrel98

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The longer Amanda denied the cafeteria food, the more tantalizing it appeared. Metal trays of waffles and fresh toast wafted through her senses. The drizzle of cinnamon and caramel, the fresh goodness of melted butter. Every second that ticked by, the food appeared more and more appetizing, as if the room was beautifying itself for her.

The room could sense her indecision, and, through an act of trying to be ‘helpful’, a sudden clap echoed through the school as all the classroom doors slammed shut. Even prying at them with a crowbar wouldn't get them to open.

There was sudden pressure at the far window near the stairwell that led to the far exit.cracks appeared along the window. Pressure built. Until, with a terrible crack, water began gushing through the shattered remains of the window, filling the hallway. One inch, than two, covering her feet, and getting the stuffed animals wet.

If she continued to remain uncertain, she would drown in this school…

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C.G.114, The Swan Room

@Xandrya

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The plastic swan in the room watched through lifeless eyes as Michelle spat at the stuffed animals. And, at Michelle's desire for a clue, the swan almost seemed to bob happily up and down in the water.

The room hummed, waiting patiently, expectantly. It was up to the entities within, after all, to help or hinder their human guests.

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B.?.108, The Polkadot Pool Room -> P.G.107

@Ocelot79

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With the plastic bag and bracelet pocketed, Lucas found no resistance as he opened the door.

What greeted him was a strange sight indeed. There was a beige carpeted floor that spread out down the hallway in front of him. The walls were painted like a fence, with a painted sky behind it. A few stickers of a dog and a fire hydrant decorated the walls.

To his left, Lucas would find a steel door with an exit sign over it. Behind him remained the door he had entered through, an exit sign hanging above on this side as well.

What was in front of him was the most interesting part, however. A steel double door, resistant to be opened by any traditional means. Pushing or pulling didn't make the door budge. Even throwing all of one's weight against it accomplished nothing.

No, there was something very specific needed to open this door. Like a puzzle…

On Lucas' right, he would find scribbled along the painted wall in black spray paint a coded message.

What it Says

--- -. . / .-.. --- -. --. / -.- -. --- -.-. -.- --..-- / - .-- --- / ... .... --- .-. - / -.- -. --- -.-. -.- ... / --- .--. . -. / - .... . / -.. --- --- .-. .-.-.-

In this room as well, there were stuffed animals present…