Fetzen

Rosa Clare Academy - Cryptid Haven and School of Learning 2.0

Nah, he just has to use his abilities for better things, like... rapid large-scale popcorn popping so he and his roommate can have a decent feast. -ducks and runs, again-

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984

"Mister big man is at your service..." Madawc replied in a tone that did not lack a bit of conceit. "You two can go sleeping now, I'll stay awake and watch out." He said this hoping that Bette would forget about her initial intent of being on guard and go sleep as well. The demon felt that it would help his mood if there wasn't any danger of her drawing him into discussions about anything. She had clearly played a game with him when she had innocently asked for a weapon of any kind to defend herself.

Torn Across the Rift

I love cats <3

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Torn Across the Rift

Vaughtar

There was a massive thud on the ground as the gargoyle suddenly had basically let himself tilt forward, intercepting his fall to the ground with his arms. He now was in a stance as if he intended to do push-ups, though his wings were spread wide apart, presenting his back and the incredible amount of muscle on it.

"Okay. If someone wants to look at things from the air, now would be a good time to make that decision."

For the inexperienced observer, there would appear to be two different variants on how to achieve the task: The first one was to sit on his more than broad enough shoulders and let one's thighs and feet dangle downwards left and right from Vaughtar's neck while possbily holding on to his horns for additional safety. The second one was to lie down lengthwise with one's ventral side facing his back, wrapping one's legs and feet around his one while holding on to his shoulders or wrapping one's arms around his neck. The second option apparently was more balanced in terms of weight distribution, but would probably also be the one with increased physical requirements.

Rosa Clare Academy - Cryptid Haven and School of Learning 2.0

@KuramaaaZ@Aspen Wren Done, though I'm afraid it's not very good.
(I've forgotten to place mentions in the post and post-creation edits don't trigger the system, that's why I am double posting here)

Rosa Clare Academy - Cryptid Haven and School of Learning 2.0

Asmund Gjanarsson

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"Hey hey hey hey" came a voice behind the two that was betraying the basically inhuman stature of its owner, each of the words spoken out a bit louder than its predecessor in an attempt to achieve an attention-grabbing crescendo. "It seems that I should probably leave this place before I put the legal burden of being a witness in a case of homicide on myself. What do you two think ?"

It was with an halfway sarcastic tone and certainly not meant really serious, but an approval of the situation did look different, too. At least that was what Asmund was hoping for as he now indeed started walking away, slowly. That guy - he didn't know yet that he had already been assigned to be his future roommate - had done something very wrong, that was not in dispute for him. However the gifted didn't consider playing around with one's powers in order to intimidate and threaten others a good thing to defuse a situation either.

It was for this reason that he was holding back with his own assets. To be prudent, he didn't really go away. He just went to a place where he believed he could stay hidden while still being able to peek at developments himself.

Rosa Clare Academy - Cryptid Haven and School of Learning 2.0

I'll post when I'm back from work @KuramaaaZ

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984

"And what does that actually mean ? Do you know where we have to go, what we have to do when and whereever we have arrived et cetera ?" Madawc still didn't seem to be pleased, but he had at least a neutral tone now. He looked Bette into her eyes, trying to determine what she was really thinking. He wouldn't assume that she was free of ulterior motives...

Phantasm

Gregor was feeling something seeping through the thin, worn out skin of his sneakers. He took several fast and shallow breaths to get the smell of it. "Ahhh... the smell of paraffins, cycloalkanes and olefins. And all that coming from poor creatures and plants that died in some swamps or shallow waters millions of years ago. I like it." Yes, he had just pulled the nozzle out of the filler too fast and spilled gasoline in front of him, including several big drops onto his shoes, and was now mumbling to himself as he stood there.
"Shit. I'm already talking too educated..."

It was late afternoon and the strikingly broad-shouldered young man walked into the shop to pay for the thirstyness of his... car. Could one really award this rusty hulk with such a grandiose name ? If one asked him that, he would either pull the quick release for the hood and start smiling or he would let you smell tyre smoke and start smiling then.

Today however, Greg wasn't in the mood for pulling off any stuff like that. He felt extraordinarily tired. It weren't his frequent physical exercices, it even wasn't having been changing location and switching from one cheap hotel room to the next on a daily basis for the last week. It was just flat out sleeplessnes, something he found hard to explain. Normally he was considered someone who addicted himself to coffee in order to keep powered up, but today he found it tempting to get a sleeping pill. It wasn't long until he would run out of time for continuing his journey and would have to return to his love-hate relationship with his college, so he had to keep an eye on his ability to concentrate. One couldn't do that without a proper amount of rest.

On the other hand, sleeping pills were bad. Beer wasn't. So instead of heading to the drugstore, he hauled himself and his rumbling vehicle to a parking lot next to one of the bars he had looked out in the internet before he had come into this town. It was rather early for nightlife and so there were plenty of bar seats available to put his large frame upon.

"Hi! Beer... and a coke, please." Damn. That wouldn't help, but spoken words didn't return.

Fae Wild (A RP with myself and Fetzen)

@Eviledd1984

"Demonic form ? Release ? So... are you a demon now or did you just stop being one, Xavier ?" Madawc's anger started cooling down. "And what are the four generals ? Why do they need to be released and what will be the consequences of this ?"