FateWeaver

Who will tempt Fate?

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RWBY: The Last Dawn

@Bigg Slamm And here I was not realizing that at all. I'm not really a holliday person, but merry Christmas (eve) everyone!

Orphanage for Supernatural

@KatherinWinter Someday I will stop forgetting. I hope.

Orphanage for Supernatural

"Please, don't make a big deal of it. It's something I'm relatively used to. Honestly, I expected you to feel more put off by it. Some people here wish they could avoid me completely I'm sure," Thomas said, reaching out to take Katherin's hand again. She was right, they needed to get back to the others. Keeping his free hand on the rail, he carefully feels for the next stair before putting his weight on it each time.

Now safely on the ground floor, Thomas leads Katherin towards the gym. As they get closer his anxiety builds, fed in part by her nervousness about meeting the others. He was nowhere close to controlled enough to hide it from her, but with an effort of focus he was able to keep their emotions distinctly separate.

Who will tempt Fate?

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Orphanage for Supernatural

"I see. I don't mind the chill, and it's not so uncommon for people powers to bleed over a little here. We're all still learning, after all. You felt mine when you first arrived, and I'm afraid I can't explain it in more depth with just words. I feel... no, that's not right... I experience the emotions of others as though they were my own. Your nervous tension is mirrored in me at this very moment, causing me to feel the same to some degree." Thomas felt awkward explaining his ability so openly, as it addressed one of the things many people wished to hide from the world; their true feelings. Few and far between were the people that could block him out, and to him they felt like a void in the world. A place where something should exist, but nothing at all did instead.

"You also felt the more dangerous part. If I focus on a person and an emotion, I can force it into them. It's easier to do when I'm touching them, but that also makes it easier to sense their emotions. I can't control it very well, so whe I first touch someone it's like a feedback loop. Their emotions pour into me and, amplified by touch and my power, are forced back upon them. I've caused more than one person to faint outright," Thomas explained while they stood in the hall. Another new arrival had passed with Leo, and he had waved politely at the girl he could not see. The time was coming for them to return to the group, and his long-winded explanation was in part an attempt to stall further.

@KatherinWinter

World of Darkness

Alright everyone, announcement time. I just got promoted, which means more hours, more work nights, and less free time. If that's not exciting enough, I also get to move in a little more than a week. Long story short, I don't have nearly as much time to devote to this as I would like.

What that means for you all; I'm sorry to say I will not be continuing this. I plan to bring it back bigger and better in the future, once I'm settled in and have had proper opportunity to prepare. This doesn't have to be the end for you guys. Feel free to take my baseline idea and make it your own. Honestly, it's not anything more than anyone here could come up with.

TL;DR: I suck, and life is conspiring against me. Sorry for getting you all hyped, but I must withdraw and regroup.

I'll be back, someday, and you'll see this title again. See you all around.

Into the Harsh Light of Day

Bernard followed his progeny from a good distance, tracking her more by scent than sight. He already knew the route, but that was not the point. She had not followed and investigated the shadows, and so he once more followed her. It struck him as quite sad that he had nothing better to do than follow this younger vampire around, but a near two centuries in the shadows had left him a bit estranged from the goings-on of the world. He of course knew about the rising feral epidemic, and had been required to defend himself several times recently.

Maxine was well ahead of him when the doors of a club nearby exploded outward with the haste of those trying to move through them. At first he noted only the music with mild distaste, then Bernard found himself suddenly surrounded by terrified humanity. They rushed around him like so many mice scattering before a hunting feline, and his urge to feed rose to the forefront of his attention. He had lost Max's scent in the crowd anyway, but he could catch up to her later. At the moment, he had other needs to satisfy.

His selection was almost random. The first woman that came close enough to bump into Bernard found her wrist in a cast iron grip, though he was not overly rough. "This way," he muttered under his breath as he started toward a nearby alley, and in her panic the woman followed. Had she not, he simply would have drug her along anyway. Nobody was likely to notice in this group. As they neared the alley his prey spoke up, causing him to grimace.

"Who... who are you?" she asked, and finally Bernard turned to regard her. They were deep within the shadows between two tall buildings now, well out of sight. When the woman saw his red eyes glowing faintly in the darkness, she looked about to faint. Pushing her up against one wall, his kissed her cheek almost gently. His tongue flashed between his lips, and his prey shuddered when it touched her skin.

"I am the man you will never remember," he whispered solemnly, letting a smile touch the corners of his mouth. He kissed her neck once, and then bit viciously into her carotid artery. As Bernard drained the woman, he kneeled with her as she slumped to the ground. When finally he could take no more without snuffing out her feeble life, he lay her carefully on the ground. The nameless woman would only remember the panic of leaving the club when she woke. If the darker elements of the city allowed her to wake.

Feeling much more himself, Bernard set out towards Maxine's home. She would get there far before him, but that bothered him little. The night was still young.

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@Blazion This is just too silly. I've been binge-watching Durarara!! all night and now we've got a Dullahan among us.

Orphanage for Supernatural

"It's alright, no harm done. Um... if you don't mind me asking though... Are you always cold?" Thomas had moved one foot back to steady himself even as his arms reached out for Katherin's shoulders to make sure she wouldn't fall. He of course could not see her blush, but he sensed the embarassment that caused it and it in return caused his own cheeks to color. Though he hadn't really been paying attention to it before, now that they were alone he was better able to notice that even the air around Katherin seemed colder than normal. He assumed it had something to do with why she was at this particular orphanage, but didn't want to ask outright.

@KatherinWinter