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<sub>The Ruined City · Morning · Interaction @DreamingFlowers@FunnyGuy

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Akaia pushed a switch on her mask and the blades in the ventilation reversed with a click. As her breathing slowed and became more deliberate, the scenery around her head and chest began to swirl as if disturbed by a thick gas. In an odd dance of light and air, her every inhale and exhale pulled at the edges of her surroundings, wrapping it around her like silk rolling over skin. This illusion folded over the girl until she was nearly invisible by the time the arrow pierced thrall was within reach. She sidestepped it as it collapsed on the ground between herself and Erik, the sudden movement disturbing the incomplete camouflage and pushing the pollen into a violent swirl. A black and wispy mist of miasma began to seep from the Lost's wounds.

"Okay Akaia, take out any that get too close to us." Erik said to empty air. An urgency driven by plight pushed her to ignore the command to sentry and move instead toward those who were in more immediate danger. Cerise had already dispatched the thrall who had ambushed her and those converging on the rear guard she knew would be handled. Poppy on the other hand was still vulnerable and while Lysandra had taken care of the one that had knocked her out of the sky, the Sidhe had fallen in the middle of the field and was now horribly exposed so far ahead of the main group. Lost closest to her were already beginning to close in and one was particularly closer than the rest.

Akaia pulled her hood over her head and broke into a sprint, keeping her body low to the ground and throwing her weight forward. She remained mostly invisible, thanks in part to the pollen sticking to her poncho as intended. Her pants and boots however, were not similarly treated and so as she moved the transparency around them failed. Anyone paying close enough attention would notice a shimmering imperfection. As she cleared the distance between herself and Poppy, light bending pollen and dust swirled behind her like an angry cloud, easily giving away her position, but it mattered little to Akaia. Before a half a minute had elapsed, she was already stepping past Poppy and up to a thrall as it finished clamoring over the car she'd landed on earlier. It raised its weapon into the air.

"aaaAAAAGH!"

In one fluid motion, Akaia snapped the wood of her staff to release the blade, twisted it around in her hand and thrust it forward, pushing as much of her momentum as she could into her attack. The point slipped through like butter down to the hilt, stopping the creature in its tracks and causing her to slam into its chest. More air left her lungs as she felt the thing buckle against her and then begin to push their combined weight in the wrong direction. Threatening to take her to the ground with it, she immediately stepped back and dropped to a knee allowing the Lost to slump lifelessly over her partially distorted body. Having pierced its heart with a well placed jab, she didn't have to wait long for the immense weight to ease as the thrall began to disintegrate. Miasma pooled around a motionless Akaia as both her and the Lost disappeared from sight. Not long after she had arrived, the only traces left of her was a disturbed patch of dirt, a cloud of dust kicked up from her violent stop, and the remnants of a forgotten Revenant.

She would remain a sentry here until Poppy took flight while Licorice remained in the sky, a black bead in it's foot.

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<sub>The Crow's Nest, Strategy Room · Morning · Interaction @FunnyGuy@Daxam

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Akaia clapped her hands and bounced with a giddiness that threatened to infect the room.

"Me!" She exclaimed, pointing at the crudely drawn excuse of a person. She then moved her finger over the dark blob on the scribble's shoulder, which she, by some miracle, correctly identified as the representation of her crow. "Bird!... Li-... Licor-...!" She turned to Erik with quite possibly the widest smile seen on the girl's face. "It is so terrible! I love it!"

After Lysandra took her picture, Akaia moved a little closer to the white board and began silently labeling each illustration in her head. Even with Erik's drawing being nearly as unintelligible as his handwriting, she was able to name each with some minor struggle. Erik had drawn himself with a sharp smile and a bow. Cerise carried a long stick which Akaia figured was her gun, the Lariat. Next to Cerise was Poppy with her wings, crossbow and a first-aid kit and after her was of course Akaia.

Then there was the rear team for which every face she was familiar with save for one. Standing next to Ajax was a rather plain looking man. There was no visible weaponry on his person and the only somewhat distinct marking drawn on him was that of an upset expression that was nearly identical to their own Sword of Cerberus. Her smile began to turn to confusion until she heard Erik repeat himself in her head.

...New...

Having already put a face to 'Ionna', the only other name she'd been given that she had nowhere to place was 'Vincent'. Fortunately for her, the adjectives attached to this 'Vincent' were pretty specific. Specific enough that upon turning around, and with a visual aid most invaluable, she picked him out of the group immediately. He was tall and one of the more stockier men in the room. There was a seriousness and a strength about him easy enough to see and it was quickly becoming obvious why Lysandra had been so distracted earlier.

...So hot... So dumb?...

Akaia stared at the man, holding on to a smile that she was fast becoming familiar with and regarding him with eyes that knew a little too much for her own good.

Licorice was staring too but at the 'crow' sitting on the shoulder of a scribbled 'Akaia' and had spent the entire time trying to make sense of the image. Eventually, the bird gave up and it turned to Erik with a disapproving cluck.

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<sub>The Crow's Next, Strategy Room · Morning · Interaction @Medili@Force and Fury

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Akaia nodded excitedly at Lysandra. "So hot. So dumb." She repeated a little too loudly, her eyes bouncing curiously between both girls. "Who?"

Although communication was a struggle, the Sidhe had enough social bones in her body to understand the concept of a 'crush' or the want of another for oneself. Cerise's tone upon entering the room, the dreamy haze in Lysandra's eyes, the blush on her cheek, and more importantly, no immediate ask about what Akaia had brought in. The girl was the very color of distraction. All Akaia needed now was an answer to quell a curious heart.

The crow on her shoulder tilted it's head a little to the side.

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<sub>The Crow's Next · Morning · Mentions @DreamingFlowers

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Love. Longing. Gratitude. Hopelessness. Happiness.

It was becoming harder to tell if the thoughts and feelings in her head were actually her own. Emotions crowded her limited headspace, fighting each other for attention and bubbling to the surface like the air being pushed from her lips. Meanwhile, even submerged in the heated water nearly up to her nose, Akaia could still feel a lingering warmth pounding her cheeks. Residual embarrassment from having Poppy peel away the curtain when Akaia was mid-strip.

She hadn't always been like this either. At a time she could still think back on, she wouldn't have cared if she had been caught naked, here or in the wild, but her time with the group changed her. Nothing was more evident of that than the very bath she was in. Where once she would have had to wash in a river or lake, constantly on alert for the inevitable who or what might happen upon her, now she sat complacent but safe in a basin, watching bits of lemon peel float lazy circles around her. This was her normal now. Water that smelled nice. Water that felt nice. Clean clothes waiting nearby and food in her belly. A family.

She started drawing them in the mist around her, pondering perfectly memorized features and matching each face with their name. Some of the group she barely knew but for those with whom she'd spent much of her life, they elicited a specific emotion or word. Erik was 'bright'. Lysa was 'smart'. Ajax was 'safety'. Cerise was 'love'. And then there was Poppy...

Poppy was an image. A fuzzy picture of fields she couldn't place and faces she couldn't name and feelings that-

...Wash your hair...

Akaia nodded at the stern phantasm. Expelled air became violent bubbles on the surface of the water as she exhaled, took another deep breath through her nose and dunked her head.

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A Sidhe found herself in the strategy room ahead of the group on notice from Licorice. The crow had kept a close watch on final preparations while she had been getting herself ready and overheard Erik's mention of a plan to meet before their departure. Now, freshly bathed, fed and somewhat recouped, Akaia felt as ready to go as she possibly could considering her recent travels.

She'd even changed from her usual attire, thanks in large part to the luck of Poppy picking out exactly what Akaia had intended to wear. The well-worn wrappings and loose outer fittings had been replaced with something a little more fit to her figure while still remaining flexible and somewhat breathable. Dark jean pants traveled down the length of her leg and fed into a pair of cognac leather high-top boots. She had on a plain off-white shirt worn under a tan poncho with a hood that could be pulled over her head not unlike her shawl before. Black leather gloves kept her hands and fingers protected and provided her a firm grip on anything she intended to climb while her mask hung loosely around her neck. On her person was her satchel, four small cylindrical objects strapped to the outside of her thigh, and a network of tubing threaded easily through the layers of her wear that fed from the mask to the two tanks on her back.

Perched happily on her shoulder was her crow. Beady red eyes stared at the map on the table alongside it's master and every now and again it would cluck something at her to which she would nod a reply.

"Mistle...P-...P-...pro-vision-all..." The grip around her staff tightened. "...Government."

experimenting

Welcome to the Guild!

I started RP in a similar situation, although in a very different community, and I can say that I definitely enjoyed the move to a slower pace. It helps, especially if you're looking for something more story driven. Gives you ample time to think about what your character will do to move the plot in ways that is sometimes not possible during live RP. I will admit however that the magic for live and pbp roleplay is very different so I can understand the desire to stick with what you know. I don't think RP has ever been quite as immersive for me as it was when I was doing it in chat, but then again, I was new to it all and everything tasted fresh back then.

Echoing what Kuro said, Free might be your go to as it's typically faster than the other sections but do check out the games played elsewhere. There's plenty to see and I'm sure there's an RP somewhere that'll interest you.

If you've got any questions, don't be afraid to ask!

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A K A I A A K A I A The Wild · Midnight · A Man

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"Look at me, girl."

Through the ambient crackle of snapping firewood and the noise of a feral growl between her ears did the man's voice reach a distracted Akaia. She struggled, but with effort managed to pull herself away from a prize she knew was hers and turned to stare daggers at the man addressing her. He was layers of dirt caked like a second skin and eyes like bruises the color of exhaustion. There were lines in his forehead that looked as if they were carved out of stone and his beard reminded her of a dead tree. Like stripped branches hung upside down that clawed at the air under his chin. His complexion was dark and mottled, his nose bent and his lips chapped and sharp. When he spoke he spoke to her but stared at the fire between them both. Hot light danced reflections in the dark circles of his eyes and a knife glinted a bright orange as it tumbled lazily in his grasp.

"This world..." He began when he could feel her gaze on him. "...This world only wants one thing." He pushed the edge of the blade under a sliver of half-eaten burnt meat and with a quick horizontal slice, peeled free a thin layer that fell between two fingers. "It wants to survive." Turning away from the fire, he noticed that once again, she was no longer focused on him but on what he had in his hands. "¿Entiendes? It wants to survive... like me." With eyes ravenous watching his every move, he brought the morsel up to his mouth and tore it in half between stained rotting teeth. As he chewed, she watched, unmoving and unblinking. A girl entirely unaware of the world asleep around them and hyper-focused on the fact that there was still half of the sliver remaining. He continued to chew as he gestured at a bundle of dead crows by the fire. "Like them." He then tossed the small piece of one of their own at her feet.

Akaia immediately fell to her knees next to the scrap she'd been offered and ate it directly off the forest floor.

"Like you."

"I think we don't have to worry about Kaia not finishing the soup."

A soft and cheery voice cut through the surrounding dark like a familiar song. The fire, the trees and the midnight sky fell away until all that remained was the empty bowl in front of her.

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Cerise's giggle was unmistakable. An easily recognizable melody like the bouncing of joy and a reminder that a certain Sidhe was not alone. There seated next to her at the table was her closest friend. The girl wore a smile Akaia knew well and a look of genuine happiness at the return of her sister. A look also imposed over one of amused surprise at the speed with which Akaia had consumed the questionable concoction.

Cerise moved to pick up the jug and began pouring some of the water into a glass. Whether to sate thirst or to save what remained of Akaia's tastebuds was anyone's guess. "Here Kaia. Don't forget the water too. Should make you feel much better."

Anxiety left in the wake of a half remembered dream was drowned in a warmth not easily forgotten. The care here was real and not a love covered in thorns. It was a rare thing to find, she knew, and it was a scary thought to know that it was not always like this. Even now as she took the glass from Cerise in both of her hands and nodded in compliance, she was afraid a touch would wake her up. But as she lifted the cup to her lips and took her first big gulp, the world around her remained... as it always did. Within the minute, the glass had been emptied as well.

"There you go. It's done, Poppy! Two bowls of soup and half of the jug of water, all gulped down. Hehe~"

Akaia smiled at Poppy triumphantly. Already, there was a bit of color returning to her pale skin, although even when healthy, there wasn't much to be found. To her surprise however, she also felt a lot better. As was a glaring oversight on her part when focused on any given task, she hadn't taken into account the strain she'd put on herself and it was always others, namely Poppy, who took the time to notice it. Stranger still, it was always her... as if she could tell before Akaia could. Even now, distracted as she was with the contents of the box Akaia had found for her, was Poppy thinking of Cerise.

...Wait, what?...

Both Sidhe looked at the Revenant in the room who had already taken it upon herself to move the dishes to the wash basin. It was yet another task of care the girl had done on her own and a sobering reminder that this person so willing to tend to Akaia upon her return Akaia had left for a week. The small comment made earlier, although innocent she was sure, began to weigh heavily on her mind and it wasn't until Poppy that Akaia realized she could do something about how she felt.

"Thank you Akaia, I'll fill up the box with new supplies. We can still use it." Words of gratitude were loss on Akaia as she was already in her satchel a second time. Before Cerise returned to her seat, Akaia had produced a rather small bead of an object. Carried carefully in the palm of her hands was a miniscule, dirt brown seed that she placed on the table for Cerise to find.

"Ooh. A seed! Of what plant, Kaia?"

It was hard for the Sidhe to match the joy in the girl's eyes. Cerise's excitement was real. The possibilities Akaia was sure she could see were endless and yet, it seemed so small a gift compared to a useful box of supplies for Poppy or the location to something exciting Lysandra could fix. A seed was a needle in the haystack that was the Commune's garden and the collection of flora around the observatory belonging to Cerise and Akaia alone was extensive.

Akaia ignored the ask and replied with a shake of her head instead. "Share." She stated simply. There was a tinge of guilt in her eyes as she looked at the Revenant. "I am sorry you slept alone."

"Oh don't worry about it, Kaia." Cerise replied back, shaking her head in return and waving her hands. "Yes, I was worried and yes, it was lonely to sleep alone in the room... But the important thing is that you're back safe and sound. And that's more than enough to make me forget of the loneliness!"

Akaia pulled a fully loaded Glock 19 out of the satchel and placed it on the table as well, sliding the weapon over to Cerise. "I am so sorry."

Before either could elaborate further, noise from across the foyer drew Akaia's attention. On the far side of the room, it looked like four or five of their troop were in the process of loading the van. There was Lysandra, Dallas, Desmond, a male she was unfamiliar with and Ionna, whose face she lingered on a little longer than the others. A passing comment from Cerise identified her as one of the newer arrivals and Akaia had only permanently burned the knowledge of her being the master of Laplace into her mind. By now, her own crow had retreated from the smaller bird to Cerise's shoulder, picked a stray bit of lint from the girl's hair and flitted to safety in the rafters.

Then, there was Erik who had stepped out of the hall and addressed the three of them in the Medical bay, making a point to mention the two crows. Without a doubt, the entire commune was mobilizing and Akaia was reminded of the 'why' she returned home.

She turned to Poppy with an expectant and curious look. "Work?" She asked before looking down at herself. "Change. I should change." She then turned to Cerise. "I am sorry. I should change. Are you hungry?"

Akaia pinched the skin of Cerise's arm.

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Medili Cerise sat beside Akaia as the Sidhe downed the bowls of Poppy's 'soup'. The teenage-looking Revenant giggled softly at that as she responded to the medic. "I think we don't have to worry about Kaia not finishing the soup, hehe." She then picked up the jug of water and a glass, pouring the liquid from the jug to fill the glass and offering it to Akaia with a warm big smile. "Here Kaia, don't forget the water too. Should make you feel much better." Exit Akaia nodded obediently as she complied, taking the glass in both her hands and gulping down a surprisingly large amount. When she had had her fill, the glass was replaced and she was back to fishing around in her sack. This time, she produced a rather small bead of an object. In the palm of her hands was a miniscule, dirt brown seed. She placed it very carefully on the table in front of Cerise. "Share." She stated simply. There was a ting of guilt in her eyes as she looked at the Revenant. "I am sorry you slept alone." She shook her head. Meanwhile, Licorice had retreated to Cerise's shoulder, managed to pick a piece of lint out of the girl's hair and then abandoned his perch for something a little safer when Laplace continued his friendly assault. He shrilled at the smaller bird from the rafters. Medili Cerise watched as Akaia gulped all the water down, looking relieved as it really seemed like Akaia was alright after all. Exhausted perhaps, but fine nonetheless, and that was already all Cerise wished for. "There you go. It's done, Poppy! Two bowls of soup and half of the jug of water, all gulped down. Hehe~" As Akaia then rummaged through her sack, Cerise took the glass and the bowl, placing them into a washing basin to wash later. When she returned to her chair, she noticed the brown seed that Akaia had placed on the table. Cerise's eyes lightened up with excitement at the sight of the seed. "Ooh. A seed! Of what plant, Kaia?" Already, she was eager for the possibility of adding even more variety of plant to the collection in their room, or in the garden, or even in one of the many pots that she and Akaia had placed around the Crows' Nest to decorate the place. But then she caught herself, waving her hands and shaking her head in return at Akaia's apology, still smiling. "Oh don't worry about it, Kaia. Yes, I was worried and yes, it was lonely to sleep alone in the room... But the important thing is that you're back safe and sound. And that's more than enough to make me forget of the loneliness!" Her eyes then flicked toward Licorice and Laplace, giggling cheerfully at the sight of the younger crow stubbornly 'attacking' the older one. "Oh right. One of the new member, Ionna? This crow is hers. It's name is Laplace!" End__________

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