Hero

[HIGH CASUAL] Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

I will definitely be posting soonish, just getting bodied by the holidays since a certain mother of mine decided at the last minute "Hey! Let's have Christmas here! Even though I said we wouldn't!"

The World: A Dazzling Twilight Dream

Sorry for the inactivity, my mother decided at the very last minute that Christmas is at our house (instead of being hosted at my grandmother's as I was originally told) so I've been scrambling and running around like a chicken without a head.

(Revival) RWBY: Calm Before The Storm

Aurelia Persinette

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That seemed to settle things. Though unanimous, each person seemed to take the idea of getting to know one another in their own way. Jazz was more than happy to indulge, Bran was as serious as ever, and Ezekiel...looked a little hesitant. Aurelia rocked on her feet, slightly going forward and back, though she stood still as everyone went for the door. Taking Rampion into her hands, she twisted it slightly, watching the normally long rod collapse slightly into a shorter, more manageable form. Hanging it off her hip like an odd chakram, she practically bounced towards the door. It was hard to hide her excitement; one of the reasons she wanted to become a huntress in the first place was to explore the world. Considering it was her first time visiting Clearwyn, that meant it ticked off the goal of exploration.

As she walked out, Aurelia's eyes darted this way and that, as if unsure what to look at first. It may not have been as big a deal to anyone else, but she wanted to take it all in as much as she could. Taking in a breath, she spun on her heel, clapping her hands together. "Where shall we go?" She asked, positively giddy. "First place we see? Explore our options? Take a recommendation?"

(Revival) RWBY: Calm Before The Storm

Sorry, I assumed there would be a post pushing the group forward.

[HIGH CASUAL] Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

Tore myself away from wrapping to post, but it is done at least lol

[HIGH CASUAL] Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

Aimee Du'désir

Location; Washington Square
Interacting With; Mrs. Sanguis @Lionhearted

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Wow, did she eat bitch flakes for breakfast or something? The girl's remarks erased all interest Aimee had, though she gave the girl a slight shrug, sunglasses back in place as Aimee turned on her heel and continued on her merry way. As she continued to walk, she found herself unsure of what exactly to do. For once there were too many possibilities, too many people to pick from. She had half a mind to turn around and chase the brunette, but that wouldn't end well, and she wanted to have some fun.

As the thought crossed her mind, however, that's when all hell broke loose.

Letting out the smallest of squeaks, Aimee felt herself get carried away by the wave of people evacuating the area. Her short stature didn't help things, though the sheer amount of people made it hard to push back. For the moment, she simply went with the current until she could finally move without meeting too much resistance, though at that point she wound up back at the square. The sounds of bullets and wolves still rang in her ears, though as she wondered what to do next, it was then that she noticed the priest making his announcement.

Tapping her chin with her index finger, Aimee was completely silent as the man spoke. She had never seen him before; admittedly her memory wasn't the best, but faces around her were familiar, and even if she couldn't name every citizen, she recognized a majority of the people. This one was...bold. Was that the word she was looking for? No, something was just wrong about him. Then again, her bias towards religion may have contributed to that train of thought, but the more he spoke, the more she was sure of it. The timing was too perfect. Once the man finished, she teetered between deciding to confront him or to do nothing, though she decision was made for her as the man disappeared into the crowd. It could have been for the best, maybe he wanted to get attention from a supernatural. Although, why now of all times? No, she was overthinking it, this was way out of her league. Actually, if anything, she figured Mrs. Sanguis may have been interested to know, but as that very thought crossed her mind, she spotted a familiar face not too far from where she was.

As they say, speak of the devil, and he would appear.

Not that Mrs. Sanguis was the devil, far from it. But she and Aimee had some slight friction--no, that was too harsh, more like the two had very opposite views in regards to...many things. Still, Aimee respected Mrs. Sanguis, and she decided to carefully approach the woman. For some reason the older vampire was completely at attention, almost as if she was expecting an attack. There was no way Aimee could ignore that.

"Mrs. Sanguis," Aimee's eyes widened slightly out of surprise more than anything, though whether it was because of the woman actually showing up or if she was going to get into trouble. The thought perished as she examined Ambrosia, noticing how...nervous she was. "Are you alright?" She frowned, slightly concerned. "What was all that?"

{High Casual} I'll Be There For You - Friendship Roleplay

I'm here, Christmas preparations have just been holding me up.

[HIGH CASUAL] Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

Christmas tortureshopping has admittedly taken up my time, will have a post up by the end of the weekend.

{High Casual} I'll Be There For You - Friendship Roleplay

That's the spirit!

The Band of Fools

So the Captain was dead after all. Her gut had led her to the right answer once again, albeit a grim one this time. Placing her veil to the side for the moment, Margaret brushed back a stray lock of her hair, letting out a disappointed sigh. Should she feign surprise? No, that wouldn't be the right thing to do. Still, it was hard to admit the grave fact of the matter. Life was cruel, a soldier dying to illness. Where was the honor in that? No one spoke of men who died to disease, they spoke of those who died in battle with glory behind them.

Realizing she had been quiet for far too long, she would simply stand in response to Branimir's words, her finger to her lips for a moment as she searched her bag, rustling through her possessions. After pushing aside several medical journals and a few of her own notes, she pulled out her religious text, lightly brushing it off, though the gesture was more for show than anything else. Looking at her finger, she wondered if the captain's death would be the only bad news she would receive today.

"I pricked my finger trying to fix my veil," Margaret stated, hoping he would appreciate the irony. "I've sewn since I was a child. Almost twenty-five years, and here I slip up." She mumbled, somewhat annoyed.

Ah, that wouldn't do. A woman such as herself needn't be concerned with such a trivial thing. Patience, patience. "As for the captain...it would have been nice if he made it through the night, though he would have likely continued to suffer," She resigned herself to her more pessimistic thoughts, optimism flying out the tent by now. Dead bodies weren't foreign to her, but it was unpleasant as always. Taking her veil in hand, she spotted the half-sewn hole, and shook her head. How embarrassing. But leaving the tent without it would probably raise a few eyebrows she wouldn't appreciate. Lingering for a moment, she realized that once again, she had been quiet. "Do not grieve for long, he is in the Lord's hands now," She told Branimir as she walked up to him. "Let us go together, then."