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Ember Grove - Reboot

Time: Morning
Location: Ember Grove Diner
Interaction:@13org = Ylva, @princess - Emelie
Mentions:@princess - Angel, @Potter - Shay
Jams:

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Lucius glanced over his shoulders at the two people that entered the diner, their steps and movements in general carried a certain weight that betrayed their causal looks. The red-head seems disinterested in everyone else in the establishment...no, rather no one prompted her to react. The woman next to her, however, scanned the room with tension in her shoulders until she saw whatever she needed to see...or lack thereof...and continued along with the red-head. If Lucius hadn't already engaged in a conversation, he might have tried to make an impression. A portion of egg and a piece of jellied toast made its way to his mouth, its flavor was acceptable but nothing that he hadn't ever tasted before. Even so, he feigned contentment so as to not drawn any more attention to his true behavior.

Mentally he sighed as Emelie asked him about his meal. It was a rather cute trick to hide the spell casting with the tea cup, but while he might be old his hearing was quite perceptive. After all, its far easier to deal with witch or warlock when you can hear the spell they are casting. He had wished his hearing was as good as it was now when he was trudging through the thick woods of Germania. Credit where it was due, the Gauls understood how to set ambushes and use fear to their advantage "It really hits the spot y'know? I'm not sure how it compares to Ylva's though. How about yours, Millie? Those pancakes look pretty good." He continued to eat after a light chuckle. While he admitted her previous trick was a tad clever, staring him down trying to pull anything out was not. Disappointing. His attention, however, was grabbed by Ylva speaking about his state of health. It seemed the guard dog wished to bark.

The edges of his lips trembled as he kept eye contact with Ylva, the smile on his face appearing to weaken "Sorry, its just..." Somberness once again crept into this voice, hesitation settling in as if there was something he didn't want to talk about "Its just that I remembered something that happened to me recently..." He took a deep breath, trying to pick up the pieces of his smile but it lacked the brightness he had started with, as if having him to try and explain why caused him to recall that fictitious event even more. He tried to shake off whatever trauma that had been brought up "I'm alright, really! I can't wait to finish my food so we can see the town. I hope you'll tell us a story of where you come from, Ylva!" What should have been an emotional roller-coaster, would appear as nothing to Emelie's spell and he hoped she would read it as such. There was one truth, he was eager to finish his breakfast and see what more he could learn.

Re:Zero - The New Constellation

Interactions: @Not Fungus, @Guy0fV4lor, @Phonic
Mentions: None

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Sweat beat down Ryom's face as his eyes opened with his cell phone in hand, ready to dial the number for a taxi or an uber or whatever would get him to the hospital the fastest. Heavy breathing was soon silenced as he took a look at his surroundings while his mind tried its best to comprehend what it was seeing. He quickly wiped his eyes once more and rubbed them, as if trying to clean the sleep from his eyes. Nothing changed. It had to be some sick, practical joke right? The buildings were all some prop-up displays meant to create some kind of illusion. They had to be. However, it didn't explain the complete silence of what should be the busy downtown area of Seoul.

Ryom turned his head to the sound of another voice, one belonging that at least had a body. His question sent a shiver down Ryom's spine, but he didn't dare to answer. Instead, Ryom picked up a loose rock off the ground and tossed it as hard as he could down one of the streets. The small rock skipped along until it was finally stopped by a wooden barrel in its path. He could felt his heart begin to beat faster as he silently walked up to the closest building and placed his hand against it, the texture was all too real. Without warning, Ryom gritted his teeth and pulled back before launching a punch into the building's wall. The skin on his knuckless slit open as he reeled back his fist "FUCK!" Ryom yelled, the pain assuring him that this was not just some fever dream either.

He didn't have time for whatever game this was. His mother needed him and he couldn't waste any more time. He kept muttering curse words as he held his right hand in his other, pacing around as he tried to think about what to do next "Oh, didn't you know? We're in goddamn Disney World!" He snapped at Michael before groaning in pain once more as his hand began to throb. Think Ryom, think! He looked back at Michael and saw there were two others. "Name and last place you remember being. Now!" He spoke harshly at the other three. He desperately wanted them to assure him he was still at the convention center and he had taken some wrong turn. The adrenaline was kicking as he waited for their reply. Ryom let his other hand go to look at his phone. No service. His grip around the phone tightened, uncaring if he snapped it right there. Hold on mom, I'm coming. Please....hold on.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time: Morning
Location: Sorrel's Place
Interaction:@Tae - Sorrel, @Milkman - Finn
Mentions:
Jams:

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The absurdity of the situation of the situation did well to divert his mind and attention away from last night. He would rather pretend it didn't happen at all. Nothing else happened except a wonderful date that went exactly as planned with the lovely Sorrel. And Finn? Well it wouldn't be the wildest night he had ever had before. Keep talking. Do not let the mind rest "Grazie! Volfango aims to please!" He said out loud with a grin at Finn's remark. Volfango was rather proud of his modest culinary skills as he often had to make his younger siblings dinner because their parents were often busy. The other guest was very easy on the eyes, however he was a guest of Sorrel's and it would be rather impolite to flirt under her roof.

His eyes watched Sorrel as she moved further into the apartment, working the cooking station with dexterous precision. As her cheeks turned red, Volfango couldn't help but smile knowing that the other two heads were spinning. He perked up as he heard the hastily spoken word "Do not stress, beautiful Sorrel! It is natural to wish to see Volfango in all his glory!" He boasted from the kitchen as he began finishing up "Volfango, however, will wear such a considerate gift with pride." He took brief glances at the two as he cooked, not wanting to serve anything less than his best!

He nodded firmly, twirling a butter knife in his hand "Then Volfango shall make them fit for a queen!" It was impossible for Volfango to imagine himself as that huge creature last night, full of rage and power. The power. It was almost intoxicating and he could feel its remnants in his fingertips as he made the last parts of the breakfast. Everything Volfango knew about the world was slowly collapsing around him, was it his fate to be some uncontrollable beast? How did he know for sure that he wouldn't turn on friends and family? The encroaching thought that slipped through his web of distractions caused him to nearly miss Sorrel's question "Voflango would love to down a glass of milk." He answered back as he finished at last with his magnificent breakfast.

"It is Voflango's delight to present the gorgerous Sorrel and the handsome Finn with a breakfast guaranteed to blow the mind. Volfango made sure to give Finn extra sausage and ham." He gestured to the finished dishes with flair, no hint of doubt in his voice.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time: Morning
Location: Ember Grove Diner
Interaction:@13org = Ylva, @princess - Emelie
Jams:

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Once again, Ylva referred to the event with a kind of indifference to the whole thing and without a sign of fear in her eyes. Emelie on the other hand hadn't heard anything, yet showed more concern over the possibility of a simple robbery. He could chalk up to a difference in their personalities, but he definitely believed that Ylva was a supernatural of some kind with enough power, or pride, to not be affected "That's kind of what I've heard as well. It's a shock for sure." He replied with a momentary shiver, lightly shaking his head at such tragedy. Lucius of all people should know that not everyone is who they seem so he naturally has to be wary of anyone he comes into contact with for a extended period of time. He had no safe haven. No one in the world to turn to. It might sound sad but it stopped bothering him after the first few centuries, the rotting feelings replaced by an ever increasing determination in his mission.

His teeth clamped down as Ylva mentioned his preference for dark coffee, a signal that his lapse hadn't gone unnoticed. He let out a kind of embarrassed laugh "Yeah, I almost kinda need it. My dad used to drink it a lot. He refused to acknowledge any other kind of coffee." Bright, blue eyes met with Ylva's as he lightheartedly spoke. It was likely to win her over, but he always had back-up plans in case anything ever went wrong when he was out "Ylva?" Lucius purposefully butchered the pronunciation a bit, before continuing "Now that's a cool name. Nice to meet you too!" That name at least confirmed the foreigner identity.

"I have lived in Ember Grove all my life so if there's anything either of you need, I'd be happy to help."

Now that was quite interesting to hear. This entire conversation Lucius had been monitoring and listening carefully to what Emelie was saying to figure out who he was talking with. How does someone who lived their entire life in the town not know of a major tragedy like what happened last night? News typically travels fast in towns like this so the idea that she didn't hear about it from anyone presented the old warlock with more questions. Emelie, or Millie, had the kind of personality that should earn her at least a few friends in this town if what she was saying was true about living here her entire life. It was possible that she was simply a sheltered girl or perhaps she had lied about living here. Her offer, then, gave him the chance to investigate further.

"That's very kind of.." He had started saying with a smile before he looked off to the side, pausing for a second in thought before speaking again albeit without a smile and a kind of humble look on his face "I would...actually appreciate it if you could. If you're free after this, perhaps you could show me a few places?" His presented energy dipped with the first sentence, a not-so-hidden look of pain in his eyes covered by his friendly demeanor. A smile returned to his lips as did his energy when he ask the question to Millie as his adopted personality continued to evolve to meet the challenges and reactions of those he was engaging with.

Lucius turned his head as nose caught wind of savory aroma of bacon, and the light, buttery scent of pancakes "Looks like our food is coming just as Ylva is finishing hers." He mentioned as the waitress returned with their orders, placing them on the table with a smile. It would be far simpler to cast a spell to determine what manner of supernaturals the two women were, if any, but that required time, space, and resources he didn't have. Any witch worth their salt would be astounded by what he carried on his person normally, so for just today he left most of it behind. At least what they would consider "dangerous" and "taboo". Lucius took his silverware out from the folded napkin and began cutting his eggs "I hope this is as good as that sandwich!".

Lucius needed a lead from this whole farce and while Ylva was almost certainly a supernatural, it was far too much of risk to pursue right now. Her strong indifference to the incident and personality made him believe she would be a greater hassle to manipulate than Emelie, though even then he needed to be careful. Lucius had used a similar avatar during the first 'World War' to sabotage some of the supply lines of the Central Powers. It was amusing to see the faces of weathered soldiers as a seemingly young girl dispatched their friends one by one. One must be ready for change and the unexpected in any form in which it might appear.

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Ryom Sung-Tae

Basic Info __________________________________________________________ Name: Ryom Sung-Tae Age: 19 Gender: Male Height: 5'10" / 178cm Race: Human	Magic __________________________________________________________ Magic Affinity: Wind - Fura, Earth - Dura Capacity: F Flow: E Flux: E Abilities Return-by-Death: The freedom to die stripped away

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Bio __________________________________________________________ Ryom was the product of a single-mother and father that was no where to be seen. Despite being poor and living in a rough neighborhood, his mother never made it seem like they were poor and was already to patch Ryom up after numerous playground scuffles. No matter what happened she was always there for him. One day as his mother was washing dishes, Ryom was watching a music show that she had left on. He doesn't remember the day that much but his mother told him later that was when she knew he had a special gift. Soon after that, his mother engaged him in singing lessons and for awhile music filled the hole that his father had left. Ryom used a bit of saved up money to purchase a worn-out guitar at a thrift store and began making videos online of himself singing. That was the catalyst that started his career as a musician, as he began on the street and in venues that would let him play. His mother's health took a turn for the worse and after a trip to the hospital it was discovered she had breast cancer. With medical bills to pay, Ryom took whatever gigs he could get often bringing himself to the brink of collapse as his mother's condition continued to worsen. A once-in-life chance happened when a recording label agent watched one of his shows. From that point on, he became a rising star in South Korea's music industry. At the debut of his first live performance, his mother showed up with a brand new guitar for him. Ryom held show after show and his actions began to worry even his agent, who insisted he needed rest. His best friend, Tae, dragged him along to a comic convention at the behest of his mother. While looking at the various stall, he received a call from the hospital that there was drastic change in his mother's health. Ryom rushed for the exit without saying a word to Tae and knocking over several people in the process. The door the convention center flung open and squeezed his eyes shut at the bright sun above. When they finally opened, his entire world changed.

Personality __________________________________________________________ When Ryom sets his mind to something, there is very little that will stop him from doing it. He absolutely hates when people tell him he can't achieve something, it doesn't matter if he has the strength or tools to do it. Foul-mouthed and hot-tempered, Ryom isn't one to sit down and be silent when someone is irritating him or doing something he doesn't agree with. That being said there is a soft side to Ryom. He is fiercely loyal to those he considers family or friends and will defend the poor or innocent even if it means getting himself hurt in the process. Ryom isn't one to sugarcoat words and will speak openly, for better or worse. His true feelings are normally masked with sarcasm and harsh remarks, trying to keep others at a distance. However, he absolutely loves music and talking about it is one of his favorite subjects. Ryom often hums melodies when he is by himself or while when he has to wait. He is quick to think on the fly and adjust his strategies to adapt to the situation he's in. Ryom is not afraid to utilize what others might call "dirty" or "under-handed" techniques and will fight tooth and nail to win the fights he occasionally finds himself in. No matter the odds, Ryom will not leave an friend's side if they are in danger. He is quick to assume the worst in people so he approaches anyone new with extreme caution.

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Physical Appearance __________________________________________________________ Ryom is a rather tall guy for a South Korean with almond-brown, medium length length that is in a state of controlled chaos. His wardrobe mostly consists of a few favorite long-sleeve shirts and some pairs of worn-out jeans with a few hoodies and button-shirts that are usually tied around his waist when its warmer out. Ryom almost always is wearing a pair of headphones on his head and when they are not on his head, they are around his neck. Almost as essential to his look, and perhaps more, is his guitar that he nearly carries everywhere he goes. A single, flower shaped tattoo resides on his arm with a date. This, and a single surgical scar in his right torso, are the only markings on his body. Ryom is thin but doesn't possess much in the form of muscles. Small bags have formed under his eyes from over-working and a lack of sleep.

Intentions __________________________________________________________ Ryom wants nothing more than to return to his original world. He's willing to pursue any leads if he think it will bring him closer to home. Despite his situation and goals, he does not want to forsake his gift for music and wants to find something similar to his guitar in the short term. In the end, what he wants most in life is to be the best son and make the person who means the most to him proud.

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Re:Zero - The New Constellation

I don't need the discord to keep my interest, I just like a way to talk and chat with everyone about.

Re:Zero - The New Constellation

@Vocab

I'm in a discord for Ember Grove and it's nice to have a place to chat with members of the RP and discuss the RP itself

Re:Zero - The New Constellation

I can't wait for Ryom to teach Miki all kinds of creative cuss words.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Time: Morning
Location: Ember Grove Diner
Interaction:@13org = Ylva, @princess - Emelie
Jams:

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Lucius took a seat at the same table as Emelie and Ylva, listening carefully to their words and watching their expressions to gauge their personalities. It would likely take the extent of their conversation to fully narrow it down. He sat relaxed against the back of the chair, taking the paper menu in front of him into his hands "Momma used to say food always tastes better with company." Before Lucius headed off to war, his mother would always sit the family down for dinner at the same time every night. It had been a constant comfort, which just leaves one vulnerable when its no longer there. If Ylva had only been in Ember Grove for little over a wekk, it likely meant she was not involved with any of the major forces at play. She mentioned the incident last night rather casually, which gave him a reason to suspect she was a supernatural. It would be impossible to know which kind without further investigation "Well, might as well enjoy it. Now that I'm out on my own, I certainly am!" He smiled brightly before returning his gaze to the menu.

Out of everything on the menu, Lucius felt the most hungry for some scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast with some coffee to wash it down. While he figured Ylva to be a supernatural, there was something about the soft-spoken Emelie that he couldn't quite figure out. She reminded him greatly of his youngest sister but these tired, over-worked hands have seen to the end of many such individuals before. It wasn't long before a waitress came over to take Emeilie and Lucius's orders "I'll have scrambled eggs, sausage, toast, and coffee. Black..please." His fabricated demeanor snapped for just a moment, uttering his choice of coffee just a bit harsher than he had been speaking. It wasn't like him to make even small mistakes like that, he thought he was pass such minor things.

Once the waitress left with their orders, Lucius would turn to Emelie "Wow, I just realized I said my name yet. It's Luke, pleased to meet both of ya!" He swore the next personality he was going to mimic would be one of a goth, or some similar group just to avoid this constant energy and pleasantness. Perhaps he missed being, well, himself. When he had mastered illusions and transformations, it was quite exciting to live so many different lives. Now it was simply another part of his mission to push the world towards their next evolution. Years of practicing the dark arts and he had learned to negate some of the worse effects, but there were parts of himself he just couldn't recall. The feelings, the emotion to some of his memories were just vacant. Empty.

Re:Zero - The New Constellation

I'll just keep Ryom as is then. It's going to be hard enough for him already.