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In The Sisters of the Dying Branch → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Arken sat in his car with whoever decided to stay back from his group while the rest went out to physically investigate the graveyard. Several times Arken wanted to reach for and turn on the radio. He thought better of it however, given the heightened hearing of vampires. Instead, he fiddled with his bowie knife, trying his best to whisper the incantation needed to activate one of its runes.

Inevitably, he let out a long but subdued sigh. Being the one that had to stay in the car during a night mission can get very boring, very quickly. Especially if nothing happens.

Nothing is happening, right?

Wrong.

The moon was shining and six pale figures appeared essentially out of nowhere and headed straight towards the graveyard. Arken jolted from his previous hazy state and called out, softly, to everyone else in his car. "Guys. Something has gone terribly wrong... Six figures, three went through the gate." He said, his grip tightening around his knife. Arken's mind was now racing. Can he drive his car through the gate? How, if needed, can he get the rest of the team out of the graveyard? How many vampires are around them, and how many more are waiting in the shadows? His head darted from left to right, trying to figure out a way to get out of there. He was assuming the group that went in to the graveyard has not have their covers blown yet.

His assumption was wrong.

A loud shout, followed by commotion, can be heard from their current position. "oh shit, oh fuck." Arken exclaimed. Iris was first to act, darting out of the car. Dakota followed. Arken fumbled with the handle of the door before half stumbling out of his own car. Before he was out of range, he called back towards his car to Rebecca and said "Call the other group. Let them know whats going on here!". As Iris exited his car, she called out something that vaguely sounded like 'Hana'. As he gathered himself, a grim thought entered his mind. What if one of the screams was from Hana? "Fuck. Fucking fuck." He cussed. As he was about to turn to engage the trio of vampires at the gate, Dakota seemed to have conjured a large fireball from thin air and hurled it at the trio. Trusting that Dakota and Iris can clean up whatever the fire would leave behind, Arken charged through the gate and towards the sound of the commotion.

His knife firmly in his grasp as he ran like a mad man, slightly stumbling from his mind wanting to move his body faster than his body can keep up. "Ahhh what is the fucking incantation for this fucking rune. God fucking dammit." He cursed out as he ran. His mind was not even considering using his magic. He only thought to physically stab the vampires, who are guaranteed to be stronger than he is. As he was running, he saw a figure weakly hobbling towards him. There is no way a vampire can be shambling around like this, right? Arken continued to move towards the figure, steadying his steps as he approached. As he and the figure got closer, he started to make out the image of the person. It was Hana. "Hana! Oh fuck." He exclaimed again. He then noticed the bleeding. "Fuck!" He shouted as he ran towards her. As he reached her, any thought of fending off vampires left his mind. As he looked at her wounds, it was clear that she was bitten. "Fuck. Ah. You're going to be ok. You, uh. Yeah. Lets get you to the car first." Without waiting for a reply, he switched his knife into his left hand, slung her arm over her shoulders and started to half carry Hana towards the car.

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In Second Horizons → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Mentions Jackson @metanoia
Speaks with Chloe @Melissa

The Gulstream hummed and rocked ever so slightly as it approached Washington. Harrison, alone in the spacious cabin, leaned back in a leather-appointed seat. "Damn, mum and dad travel like this all the time? Shite, maybe I should take more trips... These business partners of Dad's sure know how to travel..." He thought to himself, idly staring out of the window at the clouds and mountain range below him.

"Sir, we'll be making our approach to Seattle-Tacoma International Airport and making our descent soon. Please return to your seat and fasten your seat belt during the descent. We sincerely thank you for choosing Gulfstream as your travel partner and we would be happy to serve you for your next journey."

The co-pilot broadcasted over the intercom. Harrison rolled his shoulders slightly and sat slightly more upright while fastening his seat belt. For the next 45 minutes, the aircraft swayed gently while it made its descent to its destination. As soon as it landed and taxied to its designated parking location and the captain turned off the seat belt light, Harrison got up and retrieved his suitcase and duffle bag from the overhead cabin. With his headphones hung around his neck, he made his way to the exit door and shook the hands of the pilot and copilot with a small nod before exiting the aircraft.

As soon as he had made his way down the exit ramp, a man wearing a two-piece suit and white gloves approached. "Mr. Easley? I'll be driving you to your destination. You can leave your luggage here and enter the vehicle. I'll put the luggage away in the trunk and we'll be ready to go." "Alright. Thanks mate." Harrison replied. The chauffeur shuffled towards a black Chevrolet Tahoe and opened one passenger door for the second row. As soon as Harrison stepped in, he closed the door and within moments, his luggage was neatly paced away in the trunk and the driver returned to his seat. "Sir, please fasten your seat belt while the vehicle is in motion, thank you. I will be raising the privacy screen for the duration of the trip. If you need to speak with me, please kindly press the button below the privacy screen and we will be connected. Thank you." "Yeah, alright. Thanks." Harrison responded. The interior of the car was of course spotless and carried a faint scent of that one perfume shop that mum likes to visit, Penhaligon's or what have you. "Hm, thats a nice touch." Harrison thought to himself with a small chuckle.

To think not five years ago this would all be impossible even to imagine for him and his family.

Leaning back in his seat, Harrison put on his headphones and rolled his shoulders again. Flying always made him more tense than normal. He reached for his phone, scrolled through some songs and settled on one and pressing play. "This ought to set the mood for this trip, I think." He thought to himself. The vehicle slowly began to move, rolling through security clearance and whatever customs stop they needed to make. Harrison also sent out a generic "Yes, I've arrived at my destination, its all good" text to his parents, just to cover his bases.

The music, as upbeat as they are, soon lulled Harrison to sleep. The car meandered through the street and up towards the camp. During the drive, Harrison did not speak to driver, nor did he really need to. Funny enough, Harrison's eyes fluttered open as the vehicle was approaching the campsite. "Sir, we will be arriving at your destination in moments. Do you need help carrying your luggage in?" "Nah, mate, I'll be alright." "Very well. I will be your driver when your event is over and you are heading back to the airport. I will be in the same vehicle. We can accommodate three other guests should you have any during your return trip." Harrison chuckled "Heh. Sure."

The vehicle rolled to a very soft stop. "Sir, we are at your destination. Please allow me a moment to retrieve your luggage." Harrison was quiet and straightened himself out before stepping out of the vehicle to find his luggage waiting for him and the chauffeur next to them. "Thanks mate, see you soon." Harrison said idly before grabbing his things and heading into camp.

Harrison spots a few buses parked outside the camp, signifying that there are already some campers here already. "I wonder who my cabin mates are going to be..." He thought to himself, heading directly towards the red cabin to drop off his luggage. He tossed his luggage near one of the bunks, reaching in the duffle bag to remove a medium sized pouch and tucking it under a mattress. He let out an airy chuckle. He then placed the duffle bag on the bed and set his headphones next to it. He let out a small sigh and tugged at his puffer coat before heading out towards an area labeled as the North Pole, where they were told to gather and meet up with their counselors.

He could hear some muffled chatter by the tree as he approached. A guy, quite energetic in nature it seems, was wearing a red shirt with a fox embroidered on it. "Guess thats the guy..." He thought to himself. He also spots a blonde with a fierce RBF. Harrison squinted slightly and approached. "Damn gal-y, you didn't have to do the man like that. You nearly killed him." He said to the blonde. "Between us though, I ain't never seen Friends... Too old and 90s for me, you get me?" Harrison continued, ending his sentence with a small wink, his ocean-blue eyes seems even brighter with all the snow around them. "The names Harrison, and you are?"
In 【 Spy High! 】CLOSED → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
In Second Horizons → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Second Horizons → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Second Horizons: A Slice of Life RP → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Harrison John Easley || male || FC: Harrison || Red Cabin || BFA658

In Second Horizons: A Slice of Life RP → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
@Hey Im JordanAre we balanced characters-wise? Do we need more male or females?
In Second Horizons: A Slice of Life RP → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
It me. Interested if there is still space.
In The Sisters of the Dying Branch → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Seeing as there was not much more for him to do in the office, Arken set off to pack for the trip. He had some time. As it was still rather early in the day. Arken first made his way back to the kitchen to grab himself a slice of toast. Biting onto one corner of it, he made his way back up into his room.

"Right. Road trip, but with more vampires. What do I need..." He thought to himself, idly chewing on small bits of toast. First thing that popping in his mind was clothing and toiletry. Sure, they were going to stay at a decent place, so packing towels and washcloths was probably not necessary. But he obviously needs to pack and bring personal items. He was not planning on sharing things like that... He dug through his belongings that were about three quarters of the way unpacked. He dug out his waxed canvas dopp kit and unzipped it. Of course, the contents inside had been emptied. He shuffled over to where his personal items are kept and grabbed them. "Skin care, toothbrush, toothpaste, hair gel, deodorant, and...a small bottle of cologne. Ok, thats that sorted." He thought again. Setting the dopp kit on his bed, he sat down on the floor, staring at an empty duffle bag. "Well. Clothes. I'll pack enough for a week I suppose."

Rummaging through his dresser, he haphazardly tossed bits of clothing in the general direction of the duffle bag. Undergarments, t-shirts, and jeans made up most of the items. A couple of sweaters (Jumpers for your British folks among us, kinda sus tbh), a water-proof wind jacket and socks rounded out the rest of the selections. Towards the bottom of his dresser, he noticed an unassuming leather pouch. "Ah. I'll bring that too. Mom would kill me if I told her the mission and also forgetting to bring that ." With a small sigh, he took out the leather pouch and carefully opened it. An well-weathered, but clean, handle inlaid with trims of gold, silver, and a small blue gemstone can be see. Gripping the handle, he drew out the eight inch bowie knife. The blade itself was mad with obsidian, causing it to be pure black, with small shimmers of gold flakes that seem to reflect the sunlight. Arken gently brushed his thumb against the blade, almost as if he is confirming the blade to be still sharp. If one was to closely examine the blade, they can see some very old runes seemingly carved into the interior of the blade itself. Setting the pouch into a backpack, instead of the duffle bag full of clothing, Arken started to gather some of the non-clothing items he would need. Things like a small jar of red ink, a fountain pen, notepad, parchment paper, a small felt bag that held a handful of small bamboo talismans, charger brick and a small bundle of various cables, his laptop, his canteen, sunglasses, and earbuds. "Hm. I think that is about it. Maybe I'll head to the armory to check out the vast selection of vampire slaying tools the coven is sure to have." He thought, chuckling inwardly.

Slinging the backpack over his shoulders, and picking up the duffle bag, he made his way into the armory, which was unusually quiet for the time being. There were a few coven personnel shuffling around, doing things. Arken offered them a small bow/nod as he made his way into the actual armory and took a look. "Welp. This is sort of outdated. It'll have to do I suppose..." He thought, idly browsing and picking things up to examine as he tried to discern which tools might work for hunting vampires. "Silver and things like that ought to work, right? So, lets see if there is anything silver here..." He thought, continuing to browse and walk around idly...


In The Sisters of the Dying Branch → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


After the brief morning run-in with Charlie and Hana, Arken had mostly kept to himself. His not-so-newly discovered powers were something he needed to learn how to properly utilize, instead of pulling off cheap party tricks and being told to use them to show off to relatives whose names he can't even remember.

Arken has always known his magic would be connected to the earth, and its utilization in constructing things. Thats what his family is known for after all. To that end, Arken has always been able to sculpt and create small constructs on the fly, with minimum effort. But now, as a full-fledge member of the Coven, he needs to stop using his powers in a menial way and actually do some good for once. On this path, he found that he was interested and quite frankly, pretty good, with runes and small feats of divination. Of course, he isn't able to accurately predict any futures or claim to know someone's fortune, but he can guess and determine things like if someone is going to have Italian food of some sort for dinner that day.

Runes, however, was a subject of much intrigue and interest to Arken. It was very fascinating to him that he can just write or draw a symbol and a piece of paper, and that paper is no longer just an ordinary writing medium. It can be made to float, to adhere to things, and even to cause harm. There were so many things one can do with a rune. A combination of runes even. That got him thinking about adding runes to his constructs. What if he was to make a...say...cage, and add a rune that made the object suspend in the air. Would the cage then float in the sky? Or what if he added a rune that made things float on water, to a slab of earth he gathered? What would that do? There were simply an endless amount of combinations and possibilities that floated in and out of his mind.

Of course, his proficiency at this stage of his career, is his biggest hurdle. Often times the two magics conflicted with each other. Sometimes, the results were even borderline disastrous. One particular incident saw Arken injured to the point of badly spraining one of his ankles. He was trying his 'hover board' rune combination. The earthen slab hovered without a problem. As soon as Arken stepped on to it, his foot must have smeared a small bit of the rune that has hastily drawn. The slab shot up in the air a good three feet from where it was hovering, and Arken's weight was simply too much for the unhardened earthen slab to handle and it crumbled, much to Arken's surprise. The result of his fall was a grade two sprain to his left ankle and some minor cuts and bruises from falling. Not too well versed in medicine, and being way too foolhardy, Arken tried to 'tough it out' and walked the small distance that took him five minutes to cover previous, back to the coven house. By the time he had gotten back, it had taken him about fifteen minutes and his ankle had swollen to the point of it being rather grotesque.

His injuries were promptly treated by someone well-versed in athletic injuries. He was explicitly told to ice his ankle and stay off of it as much as possible, for a few weeks. Akren of course didn't listen. The first few nights were annoying, with the icing and swelling. As soon as that became manageable, Arken tried to be as active as his usual self. Sure the pain was a constant, but Arken didn't much care. He was too excited to practice his new found hobby than to let something as small as an ankle sprain stop him...

This particular morning, the dull pains of him shifting his left leg in bed woke him. It wasn't bad to the point of immobilizing him, but it was enough to keep him from enjoying his sleep. He rolled over in his bed with a soft, disgusted grunt. Lifting his blanket and taking a look, he noticed that the swelling and external bruising are all but gone. That made him audibly sigh. The observable injuries are all but healed, so then why does it still hurt so much? Shaking his head, he gingerly climbed out of bed, and headed into the kitchen for a spot of breakfast. It wasn't too late, and he noticed some wet spots on the counter. Someone must have just been here doing exactly what he is about to do. Shovel cold cereal into their mouths and call it breakfast. Giving off a small shrug, Arken carried out what he planned to do, and cleaned up after himself, stashing the rinsed bowl into the dishwasher as well.

Soon after, just as Arken was hobbling towards the door to head into the clearing for the morning, he was rounded up by a sister of the coven, who gave him a small talking to about taking care of himself and staying off his feet more to let his injuries heal more completely. To that, Arken thought to himself "Well... If you want me to rest and heal, tell me to go back to bed and not head to Sister Deborah's office then...geez..." In any case, Arken was one of the later witches to arrive, choosing to stand closer to the door than the middle of the gathering.

He listened intently to Sister Deborah brief them about their first official mission. vampires. Baltimore. Those were two very foreign terms to him. Previous to this, he thought vampires to only exist in works of fiction and he thought Baltimore was in North Carolina, not Maryland.

The sister bid them godspeed. Why did that feel so odd? It was as if she knows something bad is going to happen, but needed to say those words. No matter. They now have a task to do, and people to save, hero stuff. Calypso took the file for their group and started delegating tasks. Arken spoke up about a car, "There are nine of us. I don't know if we'll all fit into your car? I have a car too, I can take a few of us. Besides, not saying that your car will break down, but its good to have another in case something happens to one of them, right?" Arken shifted slightly between his 'teammates' "And yeah, we should pack. The drive from here to Baltimore should take a least a few hours, right? But anyways, we should pack. Clothing, equipment, gear and all that. We have hotel rooms, so thats nice. But, somehow, I don't feel like we'll be going back to the rooms at night to shower, change and have dinner, if you know what I mean. Somehow, I imagine us having to be out at night, in our cars, and chase these things down, because, like, don't vampires have super speed or something?" Arken said with a shrug. "And yeah, armory. Maybe Iris and I can make some runic charms or something. Also, do we have like... wooden stakes and holy water? Does that sort of thing even work or is it just movie magic?"

God. Saying movie magic here made him feel so gross...

Replying to Calypso and Iris @canaryrose@Blizz but also addressing the rest of the group.
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