Expanded upon my second plot idea, Come Dance With Me, and am looking for one more person (or an interested small group) to join me for it.
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Been a while, but I'm back. Just moved and no social life in the new place yet so I'll probably be around a lot.
9 yrs ago
My cat has been found guilty of laptopicide, using my very own jar of ice water as a murder weapon. I'll be back as soon as I can. At most, I'm looking at about a month with no personal computer.
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Leaving town to visit my girlfriend, probably won't be around to post for a couple days. I'll be back in full by Wednesday.
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Anyone else remember Code Lyoko?
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Finally got my wisdom teeth out. Probably won't be around much until I recover.
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The music being replaced so abruptly prompted Luca to turn in the direction of the phonograph. He hadn't really been paying attention to it to begin with, but he certainly noticed when it stopped. The crystalline ringing of wine glasses so near to him kept him from noticing when the doors were locked. He was sad to see that the party, such as it was, seemed to be over. It appeared to him, however, that the festivities may also be just beginning.
When the vibrating of the room began to increase in magnitude, it gave Luca some idea of where things were going. Retaining his mostly-full glass in one hand, the thief picks up an unopened bottle in the other before moving to the nearest wall. On his way, he nearly laughed at the idea that anyone at all trusted him, let alone the reclusive Fowle. That Micawber had been watching did not come as too much of a shock though, as the lord would have to have some way of obtaining information and supplies. He made it to the wall just as the loud clacking started to commence. Leaning against it, he looks warily at the floor.
Bottles and glasses crash to the ground, and the lights flicker around them all. It felt like his heart jumped into his throat when the room dropped, and his wine sloshed over the edge of the glass to stain the end of his sleeve. Cursing, Luca drained the glass before depositing it upside-down atop the bottle in his other hand, his forefinger holding it in place. He glares across the room at the phonograph, imagining that this is all some twisted prank for a moment. Glancing around, he catches one last glimpse at the sky beyond the windows before the room is swallowed whole by the earth.
When the vibrating of the room began to increase in magnitude, it gave Luca some idea of where things were going. Retaining his mostly-full glass in one hand, the thief picks up an unopened bottle in the other before moving to the nearest wall. On his way, he nearly laughed at the idea that anyone at all trusted him, let alone the reclusive Fowle. That Micawber had been watching did not come as too much of a shock though, as the lord would have to have some way of obtaining information and supplies. He made it to the wall just as the loud clacking started to commence. Leaning against it, he looks warily at the floor.
Bottles and glasses crash to the ground, and the lights flicker around them all. It felt like his heart jumped into his throat when the room dropped, and his wine sloshed over the edge of the glass to stain the end of his sleeve. Cursing, Luca drained the glass before depositing it upside-down atop the bottle in his other hand, his forefinger holding it in place. He glares across the room at the phonograph, imagining that this is all some twisted prank for a moment. Glancing around, he catches one last glimpse at the sky beyond the windows before the room is swallowed whole by the earth.
When Katherin says she is ready, Thomas slowly reaches over once more until he touches her shoulder. Though the strange bond forms once more, the initial contact is far less dramatic than the first time. Moving his hand down to hers again, he stands slowly and nudges his chair further out of the way with one foot. Using his free hand to steady the chair, he helps her stand.
"Would you like to go to your room first? I'm sure Ms. Smith wouldn't mind. The gym isn't exactly the best place for us anyway with the others running around." He was mostly just trying to avoid the large room, even though he knew they would have to catch up with the others at some point.
@KatherinWinter
"Would you like to go to your room first? I'm sure Ms. Smith wouldn't mind. The gym isn't exactly the best place for us anyway with the others running around." He was mostly just trying to avoid the large room, even though he knew they would have to catch up with the others at some point.
@KatherinWinter
"Only the foolish tempt fate by trying to wake a sleeping bear."
Name: Bernard
Project Number: TBA
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Species: 91% Human, 9% Black Bear
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Amber
Skin tone: Fair
Scars: One major scar across his face, from above his right eye down to the left side of his jaw. Numerous small scars across his back and the backs of his arms that resemble claw marks. Scars around his ankles and wrists show where they have been rubbed raw countless times by shackles.
Tattoos/Piercings: None.
Height/Weight: 6’2”, 210lbs
Significant Markings: Bernard's eyes reflect light in a way similar to many nocturnal predators. His finger and toenails are black like claws, and his canine teeth are sharper and more prominent than the average human. The palms of his hands are rough and calloused.
Abilities/Mutations: Due to the animal DNA he posseses, Bernard has much higher bone and muscle density than the average human. This makes him very durable, as well as capable of incredible feats of strength. He can also see better in the dark than most humans, though he can't see color in minimal-light situations. His fingernails appear to be thicker than average, and taper slightly like claws.
Personality: Bernard is a level-headed individual, choosing his words and actions with care. Overall, his direct manner makes him come off as rather blunt and to the point. He follows his heart, and is quite stubborn once he has chosen his path. Though his primary loyalty is ultimately to himself, he still makes a dependable friend and ally.
Though it takes a lot to get under his skin or piss him off, an angry Bernard is not a pretty sight. He is prone to violent rages, throwing caution to the wind as he loses himself in the primal anger. Friend or foe matters not when he truly needs to vent, though certain people or trigger memories are known snap him out of it. More often than not, Bernard becomes extremely withdrawn for quite some time after such an outburst.
Weaknesses: He hits like a truck, but Bernard lacks maneuverability. If someone knows how to get into his head they may be able to trigger and end his rages seeming at will. Though he is far less likely to be manipulated once angry, he is equally more likely to hurt his friends in the process.
Biography: The majority of Bernard's time within the facility consisted of tests of strength an endurance. Whether that meant long fights or the endless lifting of weights, he was constantly pushed to exhaustion. He did little more than eat, sleep, work, and train. All the lessons he learned here he took to heart, especially those about human nature he got only from observation.
Outside the facility, Bernard went his own way and put his animal nature to work for him. His gruff demeanor pushed most humans away with ease, which suited him just fine. He survived on the edges of society by scavenging for food and when he had the opportunity, hunting. Wary of humans as a whole, he tends to stick to lightly populated or abandoned areas near woodland. When his hunger is sated and he is not sleeping, he can often be found wandering aimlessly, in search of someone else like him to end the lonely silence. He regrets leaving the others after the escape, but knows not how to find any of them.
Likes: Red meat, green apples, honey, storms, long walks through the woods, and sleep.
Dislikes: Needless violence, being woken up, hot weather, "rabbit food," crowds, large open spaces.
Crush(es): TBA
Relationships: TBA
Name: Bernard
Project Number: TBA
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Species: 91% Human, 9% Black Bear
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Amber
Skin tone: Fair
Scars: One major scar across his face, from above his right eye down to the left side of his jaw. Numerous small scars across his back and the backs of his arms that resemble claw marks. Scars around his ankles and wrists show where they have been rubbed raw countless times by shackles.
Tattoos/Piercings: None.
Height/Weight: 6’2”, 210lbs
Significant Markings: Bernard's eyes reflect light in a way similar to many nocturnal predators. His finger and toenails are black like claws, and his canine teeth are sharper and more prominent than the average human. The palms of his hands are rough and calloused.
Abilities/Mutations: Due to the animal DNA he posseses, Bernard has much higher bone and muscle density than the average human. This makes him very durable, as well as capable of incredible feats of strength. He can also see better in the dark than most humans, though he can't see color in minimal-light situations. His fingernails appear to be thicker than average, and taper slightly like claws.
Personality: Bernard is a level-headed individual, choosing his words and actions with care. Overall, his direct manner makes him come off as rather blunt and to the point. He follows his heart, and is quite stubborn once he has chosen his path. Though his primary loyalty is ultimately to himself, he still makes a dependable friend and ally.
Though it takes a lot to get under his skin or piss him off, an angry Bernard is not a pretty sight. He is prone to violent rages, throwing caution to the wind as he loses himself in the primal anger. Friend or foe matters not when he truly needs to vent, though certain people or trigger memories are known snap him out of it. More often than not, Bernard becomes extremely withdrawn for quite some time after such an outburst.
Weaknesses: He hits like a truck, but Bernard lacks maneuverability. If someone knows how to get into his head they may be able to trigger and end his rages seeming at will. Though he is far less likely to be manipulated once angry, he is equally more likely to hurt his friends in the process.
Biography: The majority of Bernard's time within the facility consisted of tests of strength an endurance. Whether that meant long fights or the endless lifting of weights, he was constantly pushed to exhaustion. He did little more than eat, sleep, work, and train. All the lessons he learned here he took to heart, especially those about human nature he got only from observation.
Outside the facility, Bernard went his own way and put his animal nature to work for him. His gruff demeanor pushed most humans away with ease, which suited him just fine. He survived on the edges of society by scavenging for food and when he had the opportunity, hunting. Wary of humans as a whole, he tends to stick to lightly populated or abandoned areas near woodland. When his hunger is sated and he is not sleeping, he can often be found wandering aimlessly, in search of someone else like him to end the lonely silence. He regrets leaving the others after the escape, but knows not how to find any of them.
Likes: Red meat, green apples, honey, storms, long walks through the woods, and sleep.
Dislikes: Needless violence, being woken up, hot weather, "rabbit food," crowds, large open spaces.
Crush(es): TBA
Relationships: TBA
Not I, unless someone interacting with Luca wishes to.
@ViolentViolet Mine's finished for now, let me know what you think.
"Only the foolish tempt fate by trying to wake a sleeping bear."
Name: Bernard
Project Number: TBA
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Species: 91% Human, 9% Black Bear
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Amber
Skin tone: Fair
Scars: One major scar across his face, from above his right eye down to the left side of his jaw. Numerous small scars across his back and the backs of his arms that resemble claw marks. Scars around his ankles and wrists show where they have been rubbed raw countless times by shackles.
Tattoos/Piercings: None.
Height/Weight: 6’2”, 210lbs
Significant Markings: Bernard's eyes reflect light in a way similar to many nocturnal predators. His finger and toenails are black like claws, and his canine teeth are sharper and more prominent than the average human. The palms of his hands are rough and calloused.
Abilities/Mutations: Due to the animal DNA he posseses, Bernard has much higher bone and muscle density than the average human. This makes him very durable, as well as capable of incredible feats of strength. He can also see better in the dark than most humans, though he can't see color in minimal-light situations. His fingernails appear to be thicker than average, and taper slightly like claws.
Personality: Bernard is a rather level-headed individual, choosing his words and actions with care. Overall, his direct manner makes him come off as rather blunt and to the point. He follows his heart, and is rather stubborn once he has chosen his path. Though his primary loyalty is ultimately to himself, he still makes a dependable friend and ally.
Though it takes a lot to get under his skin or piss him off, an angry Bernard is not a pretty sight. He is prone to violent rages, throwing caution to the wind as he loses himself in the primal anger. Friend or foe matters not when he truly needs to vent, though certain people or trigger memories are known snap him out of it. More often than not, Bernard becomes extremely withdrawn for quite some time after such an outburst.
Weaknesses: He hits like a truck, but Bernard lacks maneuverability. If someone knows how to get into his head they may be able to trigger and end his rages seeming at will. Though he is far less likely to be manipulated once angry, he is equally more likely to hurt his friends in the process.
Biography: The majority of Bernard's time within the facility consisted of tests of strength an endurance. Whether that meant long fights or the endless lifting of weights, he was constantly pushed to exhaustion. He did little more than eat, sleep, work, and train. All the lessons he learned here he took to heart, especially those about human nature he got only from observation.
Outside the facility, Bernard went his own way and put his animal nature to work for him. His gruff demeanor pushed most humans away with ease, which suited him just fine. He survived on the edges of society by scavenging for food and when he had the opportunity, hunting. Wary of humans as a whole, he tends to stick to lightly populated or abandoned areas near woodland. When his hunger is sated and he is not sleeping, he can often be found wandering aimlessly, in search of someone else like him to end the lonely silence. He regrets leaving the others after the escape, but knows not how to find any of them.
Likes: Red meat, green apples, honey, storms, long walks through the woods, and sleep.
Dislikes: Needless violence, being woken up, hot weather, "rabbit food," crowds, large open spaces.
Crush(es): TBA
Relationships: TBA
Name: Bernard
Project Number: TBA
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Species: 91% Human, 9% Black Bear
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Amber
Skin tone: Fair
Scars: One major scar across his face, from above his right eye down to the left side of his jaw. Numerous small scars across his back and the backs of his arms that resemble claw marks. Scars around his ankles and wrists show where they have been rubbed raw countless times by shackles.
Tattoos/Piercings: None.
Height/Weight: 6’2”, 210lbs
Significant Markings: Bernard's eyes reflect light in a way similar to many nocturnal predators. His finger and toenails are black like claws, and his canine teeth are sharper and more prominent than the average human. The palms of his hands are rough and calloused.
Abilities/Mutations: Due to the animal DNA he posseses, Bernard has much higher bone and muscle density than the average human. This makes him very durable, as well as capable of incredible feats of strength. He can also see better in the dark than most humans, though he can't see color in minimal-light situations. His fingernails appear to be thicker than average, and taper slightly like claws.
Personality: Bernard is a rather level-headed individual, choosing his words and actions with care. Overall, his direct manner makes him come off as rather blunt and to the point. He follows his heart, and is rather stubborn once he has chosen his path. Though his primary loyalty is ultimately to himself, he still makes a dependable friend and ally.
Though it takes a lot to get under his skin or piss him off, an angry Bernard is not a pretty sight. He is prone to violent rages, throwing caution to the wind as he loses himself in the primal anger. Friend or foe matters not when he truly needs to vent, though certain people or trigger memories are known snap him out of it. More often than not, Bernard becomes extremely withdrawn for quite some time after such an outburst.
Weaknesses: He hits like a truck, but Bernard lacks maneuverability. If someone knows how to get into his head they may be able to trigger and end his rages seeming at will. Though he is far less likely to be manipulated once angry, he is equally more likely to hurt his friends in the process.
Biography: The majority of Bernard's time within the facility consisted of tests of strength an endurance. Whether that meant long fights or the endless lifting of weights, he was constantly pushed to exhaustion. He did little more than eat, sleep, work, and train. All the lessons he learned here he took to heart, especially those about human nature he got only from observation.
Outside the facility, Bernard went his own way and put his animal nature to work for him. His gruff demeanor pushed most humans away with ease, which suited him just fine. He survived on the edges of society by scavenging for food and when he had the opportunity, hunting. Wary of humans as a whole, he tends to stick to lightly populated or abandoned areas near woodland. When his hunger is sated and he is not sleeping, he can often be found wandering aimlessly, in search of someone else like him to end the lonely silence. He regrets leaving the others after the escape, but knows not how to find any of them.
Likes: Red meat, green apples, honey, storms, long walks through the woods, and sleep.
Dislikes: Needless violence, being woken up, hot weather, "rabbit food," crowds, large open spaces.
Crush(es): TBA
Relationships: TBA
While the others continued to chat amongst themselves, eventually making plans to head to the gym, Thomas found and ate another apple. He wasn't particularly fond of their next destination, as by neccesity it was a large open space. Though he knew exactly how many steps it took him to cross in either direction, being away from the walls made him feel hopelessly lost. Sure, the others were generally more than helpful in correcting his course, but he hated how helpless that made him feel.
"Take as long as you like, I'm in no hurry to make it to the gym. Let me know when you're ready to go," Thomas says to Katherin, noting that the others seemed to be getting ready to head out.
@KatherinWinter
"Take as long as you like, I'm in no hurry to make it to the gym. Let me know when you're ready to go," Thomas says to Katherin, noting that the others seemed to be getting ready to head out.
@KatherinWinter
Well then... that was a bit longer winded than I expected. Was in a bit of a confrontational mood and felt like someone needed to point out to Morgan that he was being stupid.
Morgan was watching Kiara dance with someone else, her father if he had to guess, when Piper decided she'd had enough. If he wasn't going to talk to her about it on his own, she would force the situation.
"Alright Morg, that's enough. I agree, she's worth the look and certainly the dance, but you need to stop this. Get your head on straight, she's a Faerie!" She speaks in harsh whipers, causing Morgan to flinch at first and then turn toward her with a raised eyebrow. He crosses his arms over his chest, taking a long moment to choose his words carefully. While he and Piper were the closest among his true siblings, they also had the most heated rivalry. Her every attempt to shield him from the dangers of the world was met with a vehement reminder of her own mistakes and how she had needed to make them.
"So what if she is? And before you ask, yes, I remember what happened to uncle James. It's the risk every being runs when dealing with the Fae. Besides, don't I remember something about some guy you thought you had bewitched? Didn't he turn out to be a vampire trying to turn you?" Morgan shot back, pulling down his scarf to speak more clearly. Piper opened her mouth to retort, but Morgan wanted to press his point home quickly. "You never forgave Gwen for burning him to a crisp either. You never thanked her for saving you."
"That's not fair, Morgan, and you know it. This is different. If you screw up, if you get stuck on her, it'll take a lot more than Gwen's fire to get you out of it. I've danced with Fae before, I know what it's like. I know how tempting it can be. I just don't want you to go down a bad road. Think of your family. Mom wouldn't be able to sit idly by with you trapped in Faerie. And I wouldn't let her bargain herself away for your freedom, not while the rest of the coven needs her." There was an edge to Piper's voice as she leaned closer to her brother, staring him down. Morgan returned her glare in equal measure, looking for a second like he just wanted to headbutt her out of spite for getting so close. So soon after the euphoric dance, his sister's words struck a raw nerve.
"Have you even considered the fact that she's the only female outside the coven that has shown me any affection at all? I can't share absolutely everything with you, or them. So what if she's just playing with me? Maybe I don't care that 'it's just her nature.' Why can't I enjoy that while I may without you trying to ruin it? What if I just want to have some fun for myself, without you or anyone else butting in?" Though he barely managed to restrain his voice, Morgan felt his control slip elsewhere. As his hushed tirade continued the temperature of the air around him dropped several degrees and the floor under his feet took on a sheen of frost. "You can't hold my hand forever, and not even mom can protect us from everything. Could you please, for once in my life, fu-"
The sound of flesh striking flesh is far louder than any of the words traded by the siblings, and it leaves Piper nursing her hand and Morgan in a state of stunned confusion. The slap had scattered his thoughts, and likewise dissapated the energy that had been gathering around him in his anger. Collecting himself, the warlock levels his icy gaze on his sister for a second before pushing past her to head for the table laden with food and drinks. An odd tremor causes him to stumble and look around in confusion for a moment as he walks, but does not stop his progress. Looking at the food without really being hungry, he mulls over his sister's words of caution. While he still wanted to enjoy himself, he decided that he should perhaps guard his heart and his tongue more around Kiara.
Still rooted to her place by the wall, Piper watches her brother's retreating form. He was here to grow as a warlock and refine his control over his innate power, but she considered the possibility that the Academy was meant for more than that. After all, she had gotten into more than her fair share of trouble during her stay.
"Alright Morg, that's enough. I agree, she's worth the look and certainly the dance, but you need to stop this. Get your head on straight, she's a Faerie!" She speaks in harsh whipers, causing Morgan to flinch at first and then turn toward her with a raised eyebrow. He crosses his arms over his chest, taking a long moment to choose his words carefully. While he and Piper were the closest among his true siblings, they also had the most heated rivalry. Her every attempt to shield him from the dangers of the world was met with a vehement reminder of her own mistakes and how she had needed to make them.
"So what if she is? And before you ask, yes, I remember what happened to uncle James. It's the risk every being runs when dealing with the Fae. Besides, don't I remember something about some guy you thought you had bewitched? Didn't he turn out to be a vampire trying to turn you?" Morgan shot back, pulling down his scarf to speak more clearly. Piper opened her mouth to retort, but Morgan wanted to press his point home quickly. "You never forgave Gwen for burning him to a crisp either. You never thanked her for saving you."
"That's not fair, Morgan, and you know it. This is different. If you screw up, if you get stuck on her, it'll take a lot more than Gwen's fire to get you out of it. I've danced with Fae before, I know what it's like. I know how tempting it can be. I just don't want you to go down a bad road. Think of your family. Mom wouldn't be able to sit idly by with you trapped in Faerie. And I wouldn't let her bargain herself away for your freedom, not while the rest of the coven needs her." There was an edge to Piper's voice as she leaned closer to her brother, staring him down. Morgan returned her glare in equal measure, looking for a second like he just wanted to headbutt her out of spite for getting so close. So soon after the euphoric dance, his sister's words struck a raw nerve.
"Have you even considered the fact that she's the only female outside the coven that has shown me any affection at all? I can't share absolutely everything with you, or them. So what if she's just playing with me? Maybe I don't care that 'it's just her nature.' Why can't I enjoy that while I may without you trying to ruin it? What if I just want to have some fun for myself, without you or anyone else butting in?" Though he barely managed to restrain his voice, Morgan felt his control slip elsewhere. As his hushed tirade continued the temperature of the air around him dropped several degrees and the floor under his feet took on a sheen of frost. "You can't hold my hand forever, and not even mom can protect us from everything. Could you please, for once in my life, fu-"
The sound of flesh striking flesh is far louder than any of the words traded by the siblings, and it leaves Piper nursing her hand and Morgan in a state of stunned confusion. The slap had scattered his thoughts, and likewise dissapated the energy that had been gathering around him in his anger. Collecting himself, the warlock levels his icy gaze on his sister for a second before pushing past her to head for the table laden with food and drinks. An odd tremor causes him to stumble and look around in confusion for a moment as he walks, but does not stop his progress. Looking at the food without really being hungry, he mulls over his sister's words of caution. While he still wanted to enjoy himself, he decided that he should perhaps guard his heart and his tongue more around Kiara.
Still rooted to her place by the wall, Piper watches her brother's retreating form. He was here to grow as a warlock and refine his control over his innate power, but she considered the possibility that the Academy was meant for more than that. After all, she had gotten into more than her fair share of trouble during her stay.
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