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Basic CS from a while ago, will adjust for this RP when its time.
Awesome. I've done a couple XCOM RPs and been in another, so I have a character more or less ready.
I'll put my interest in as someone who loves XCOM. Question, could my character be a PSI-user?


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



Lucius laughed along with Ylva in perhaps his most directly honest expression since they had started talking. He may be ancient and devoid of many of the emotional limitations of lesser beings, but he still enjoyed a good bit of humor every once in awhile. After a small sip of his remaining coffee, Lucius gave a firm nod as his acknowledgement "That's more than fair. I get it." He spoke in an understanding tone. His past was painted with events and actions that would invoke equals parts awe and terror, so he understood the desire to keep the past secret from others. The time, however, was drawing near when he would be able to probe Emelie for information about Ember Grove and the local personalities. Ylva was not a threat it seemed so as long as he did nothing to directly draw her ire, as she seemed rather distanced from events that did not affect her personally.

By the look on Emelie's face, it seemed that she caught on to his little spell casting as did the wolf across from him. His friendly, slight smile did not express his satisfaction that his ploy did not go unnoticed. He stood up slowly as he paid for his side of the meal, facing Ylva as she directly confronted him about his little bit of spell-casting. His body did not shake or quiver at her stare, his eyes directly looking back. The only sign of her intimidation was having any kind of effect was the constant movement of muscle around his lips and cheeks to mimic the kind of nervous twitching one might have underneath such scrutiny "Stories? You do not have the slightest idea." He mouthed quietly with a smile "Perhaps, I share one when we leave here." After a momentary pause, he moved out of the booth and headed for the doors.

As he may his way to the exit, he took one last final notice at the strange couple seated next to them. The roar of the diner prevented listened in without paying more attention. However, a single but important word managed to slip past the noise. Drake. Of course, it could be anyone as it wasn't an entirely unique first name. However, there was only one that immediately crossed his mind. Lucius would remember their faces. It seemed he had another lead to follow "Ah, I am just happy we all got the chance to meet! I can't wait." There was some side-streets and alleys that would facilitate an acceptable place to tell them the half-truth of his existence. There was an old saying about not burning bridges. In Lucius's case, he preffered to lace them with explosives to be used at an indeterminate time and place....if he needed them.


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


Volfango completed the filling the plates on the table while giving Sorrel a sly smirk at her comment about his flirtatious tendencies. It also seemed that his words were having a profound effect on Finn, which he certainly wouldn't mind following up on. Alas, it was his belief that he owed Sorrel a proper date that didn't end in...well he should at least take her to dinner! A bit of wine n' dine was always nice after a long week. He collected all the dishes used to make the food and place them in the sink, giving them a quick rinse of hot water. He glanced over at Finn as he asked to live her for the time being.

"Volfango is honored by your offer." He spoke during the pause, the cheerfulness in his expression fading with what came next. A pan slipped out of his hands as Sorrel asked him a question he had been dreading since last night. There was something about being called a werewolf that caused his entire being to lock up, it simply made it too real. For the first time, the usually upbeat and talkative Voflango went stone-faced and silent as his hands absent-minded turned of the faucet. This expression persisted as Sorrel explained her reasoning for the question. Unfair? Yes, it certainly was. Though it was more he ran than HER abandoning him.

"Please excuse Volfango as he gets dressed." A faint smile accompanied the somber sound in his voice as he took a selection of the clothes Sorrel had purchased for them and stepped into the same room he had woken up in. Once inside, he pulled the chef haft from his head and untied the apron from around his waist. This new part of him wasn't going to just disappear. Volfango was afraid to accept this new identity and anything that might validate its existence. However, he was only going to get himself or others killed trying to pretend nothing was wrong. Volfango slipped into a pair of dark blue, ripped jeans and a white t-shirt with a faded sunset in the middle. Volfango's well-toned body was certainly not forgotten in this new outfit as he examined himself in the mirror. It was time for him to stop running away and face reality.

As he entered back into the living, he had just missed the first part of Finn's sentence as he made his way over to the table and took his seat. His story made him rather grateful that he had been blessed with such an understand and loving family. Volfango wouldn't trade any of his parents or siblings for anything in the world. It was like listening to a whole other kind of world. At least, it made him more comfortable to talk about what brought him here. Volfango could see it materialize in Finn's eyes, the kind of anger that burns an entire lifetime. That kind of brotherly love Volfango could understand very well, as he had no better friend in the world than his own brother. With what happened at the art gallery, it made him concerned for Finn about his brother's fate.

"Volfango is pleased to hear so." Once again, he didn't sound like his normal self. Now that Finn had finished he supposed it was his turn to answer, though for once in his life the words were hard to speak. He took a bite of his eggs, a drink of milk, and then sighed after swallowing it all "You asked Volfango where his maker was? Volfango does not know." Was maker the right word? His English was good but there was some concepts that still eluded him "This was forced upon Volfango by Volfango's old lover about three weeks ago." He vaguely remembered something about a princess or something similar "That is why Volfango arrived in Ember Grove." The memory was still fresh in his mind. Last night felt all too similar to that first night he turned, although he at least remembered parts this time.

It felt like a heavy weight was taken off his chest, though he still didn't like the feeling talking about it left him with. He was the charming and electric Volfango and not some sad, little puppy! "Volfango has a a place but he won't refuse spending a few nights here." His acting and modeling career had been going rather smoothly before it all happened, so he had a decent bank account to last him for awhile. He didn't want to admit that as he wanted, no needed, her help in understanding this world he had become a part of.


Time: Morning
Location: Ember Grove Park
Interaction: @Tae - Marius
Mentions: @HowlsOfWinter - Veronika
Jams:




Helene placed a hand over heart and let loose a soft sigh, as if forgetting for a moment that people could lie. She came to her senses as she calmed down "You don't have to apologize, really." She offered a warm, half-smile choosing to believe the stranger. If her mother was indeed present in Ember Grove, than Helene doubt she could resist making an appearance. A momentary frown crossed her lips as she wondered what Mother would think of last night's endeavor. She might be proud that her daughter had a somewhat successful hunt but all the princess felt was shame and regret. Those feelings scared her so she immediately shifted her attention to Marius.

Ah, as he gave his name the memories associated with it came back to her as did the few stories that Catherine had told her about him. Though her mother spoke only a little of him, it was strange that she had even taken that much interest in one of her agents. It wasn't like her to display even the slightest bit of attachment to those who served under her. As Marius bowed, Helene returned a curtsy even though she was the one of a higher position, feeling a tinge of embarrassment at his compliment. She wasn't used to hearing such things from people beside her Aunt and Mother "Helene Sinclaire, even though you seem to have already known that." A small giggle slipped from her, it was a strange relief to not have to hide who she was.

His next question made her freeze and tense up until he revealed later that he had no intention of reporting her position back to her mother. Her bottom lip trembled a little as she tried to piece together a proper answer, hands clasping nervously together "I-I really appreciate the offer." Her rose-colored eyes drifted to the ground "You have to promise...not to laugh." While her mother knew her love of music, she had never really expressed what her dreams were with it. It seemed almost pointless to talk about it "I came to Ember Grove t-to see the outside world and...and..." It was her dream and she shouldn't be afraid of it any longer. Her hands tightened into fist and were raised against her chest as a strong, honest look shone in her eyes "...to sing and make music for people to enjoy! All over the world!" There was just something about Marius that made her comfortable enough to share.


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



Ryom listened to the ramblings of the last member of their small group to speak as he walked away, but didn't turn his head around to look. His desperate attempt to rationalize the situation followed by his breakdown annoyed him to high hell. The idea that this could be any kind of permanent situation would not be entertained in the slightest. He would never accept it. The most important person to him was likely dying, waiting for her only son to come to her side. To hold her hand and tell her its going to be okay. Everything was going to be okay. He was going to make it home no matter what.

While he wasn't completely calmed down, his blood was still burning as he stepped down the cobbled path. However, it was impossible not to notice the burden of the humid, enveloping heat making the costume he had been wearing for the convention almost unbearable. The heat was getting to him so much that he couldn't even think of who he was supposed to be anyway, only that Tae had loved the show the character came from. Any further thoughts were thrown to the side as a heavily-armored man rounded the corner of a building, making him stop dead in his tracks. Here he thought that Tae had gone all out on their cosplay outfits. On a more serious note, the man looked like he certainly meant business and his attire didn't suggest it was merely for show.

Ryom had grown up what most would consider the rough parts of town. Living in a place like that, you almost had to develop a sense for danger. Between the uniform and authoritative tone, he made a guess that whoever it was some kind of law enforcement. Royal Army? Off-limits? Where the hell did they end up? This certainly didn't look good for him, or the others that arrived here just like he did. He didn't have time to be throw in some dungeon or whatever kind of prison system they had in this weird place. "We were on our way home when there was this large flash of light! The next thing we know we're here! My mother...she's very ill right now and I have to get back to her, sir!" He added an additional flair of fear and hysteria to his voice. He had gained quite a bit of practice with his acting from run-ins with the police to dealing with crowds during performances. The muscles in his legs began to tense, waiting to see how the knight-looking guy reacted.


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



A small percentage of his attention was diverted to the strange couple that had entered and now was seated behind them. Their looks from before and the unusual silence that followed them as they sat down produced a number of varying theories about their presence at the diner. If he had the time and ability, he could investigate further and perhaps gain a promising lead or valuable information from them. Alas, the first and only time he had tried a spell to make copies of himself had catastrophic consequences that he would not like to repeat. There was some magic that even he would not touch, at least for the time being. No, had plenty to work with Ylva and Emelie right here. Lucius would simply note their appearance for later if he happened to run into them again.

It was fascinating to watch the little Bunny's reaction to Ylva's words, something lurked in the shadows of the light cast by her genuine joy. Where the light shined, the creature made sure to keep its distance. However, it did not fool the old warlock's eyes. Was the creature roaming free or was it on a leash awaiting its owner's command? Lucius smiled back at her thumbs up, it was so childish and pure "I can see that!" He responded before continuing eating himself, nearly done with his platter. There were some that co-existed with their own creature, their inner demon, but as for Lucius? Both the demon and the angel that guided his conscience festered in the same shallow grave.

Lucius nodded in response to Ylva "I appreciate it." There was a brief expression of relief on Luke's face, knowing that he did not have to reveal any of the fabricated traumatic memories. He turned his head to Emelie as her dainty hand landed on his broad shroud, trying to comfort him. His shoulder had purposefully tensed initially before slowly relaxing. His lips were curled into a wide smile as if he couldn't help himself from doing so "That's really kind of you, Millie, but I'm okay! I promise!" It wasn't as though Lucius couldn't fake the emotions demanded of the act. He had observed enough suffering and despair to drawn plenty of inspiration from. Lucius had to admit that she could play the game well for someone of her apparent age. However, she was playing several steps behind.

Lucius showed explicit interest as Ylva spoke about her home as he slowly fed the last of the food into his mouth. Storyteller? Perhaps not, but what Ylva said was more than enough to give him a rather good idea of what she was. There was a very off-chance that she was a vampire, but she was almost certainly a werewolf judging by her description of her hometown. "Come on, I bet you have some great stories. It still sounds like an place that would be amazing to visit." Norway was dominantly their territory with its vast wilderness. There was a few notable covens in the country but none that truly mattered in the grand scheme of things. He was rather missing his firearm with its silver bullets right now. It was far easier to take one of her kind down that way then with silver-tipped blades.

At this point, Lucius was finished with his breakfast and coffee. That being said, even he was going to be sick of playing this wretched role if they were going to be out on the town "Well, I'm ready to pay and leave whenever you two are!" He said contently as he placed his silverware on the plate after taking the last bite of bacon. Perhaps it was time to give Emelie a little hint of what she was dealing with "Interficiam velum de magia, et vide cor." The words slipped almost silently out of his mouth as he smiled brightly, like a master ventriloquist manipulating their dummy. This particular spell was one of his own creation, its effects allowing the caster to see the aura of one gifted with magic. However, under his friendly smiled Lucius was tightly clenching his teeth as his blood felt like it was boiling. A small side-effect. He glanced carefully over at Emelie and was not surprised at at all to see the faint flames of magic that enveloped her. It was a surprise, however, to see that one of the women that sat behind him also had a similar veil. Lucius released the spell once he had seen them both, his jaw loosening as the effects slowly faded.


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


Old habits were digging themselves deep as Ryom tried to simultaneously deal with what was happening around him and thinking of ways to get back home. Like a trapped dog, he wanted to bite and claw his way out but that was not the way to do this. Ryom took several deep breaths, slowly releasing the grip on his phone. Ryom shook his head and laughed once as Micheal said where his name and where he was from. It wasn't that he didn't believe him, it just meant this was way worse than he thought. He looked up at him then down at the water "Thanks." He gritted his teeth as he accepted the water before taking a large gulp. After he was done, he handed it back to Michael "And no. I'm not" What the hell was he supposed to do? Florida!?! None of this made sense at all.

His attention shifted to Momiji as she spoke up, his eyebrows furrowing at her tone as he straightened back up. Perfect. His eyes darted to the bokken, even though it was wrapped up he had seen it enough times to identify it. Perhaps she was a stuck-up, rich girl that liked to believe she was above everyone else. Perhaps they were simply misunderstanding each other. He didn't have time nor the patience to figure it out "Ryom Sung-Tae. Seoul, South Korea." He uttered, his muscles in his face tightening with each word. There wasn't time to argue right now when he had to get back from wherever this was. Think, Ryom. Think! Absentmindedly, he began to bounce his right leg. Fuck. He kept on muttering quietly to himself, the pain in his hand numbing out.

However, the longer they remained in this silent ghetto the more he began to feel uneasy. It didn't matter where or when they were right now, a place like this is not somewhere you want to be lingering for too long. That much he knew "We need to find someone, anyone, and ask what the hell is going on right now. I don't have time to wait around." With that, he began to walk down one of the small streets through the houses not waiting on the others to give him a response. Time was running out. Or maybe time was stopped? This could be the end of the world for all he knew! That wouldn't stop him from pressing forward. They got here somehow so there had to be a way back. He wouldn't accept anything else. He would find a way back, no matter what. Whatever the cost.


Time: Morning
Location: Ember Grove Park
Interaction: @Tae - Marius
Mentions: @HowlsOfWinter - Veronika
Jams: "I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now."



Helene played with her eyes softly shut as the emotions flowed from her into each stroke of her bow against the strings of the violin, unaware of the attention she had garnered. Alas, the piece was nearing its end and with it came a fiery, aggressive series of notes as her fingers expertly kept up with the rambunctious tempo. Her face twisted in a series of expressions as it came to a close, freeing emotions that might otherwise fester inside her heart and soul. Helene was so lost in this finale that she did not hear Marius approach until she had just finished. The clapping startled her causing her to let out a small gasp as her eyes flicked open.

At first she was embarrassed for being surprised so, but then the familiar stranger's words sent a shiver down her spine "I-I have no idea where mother is. She's not in town, is she?" There was something about his voice and image that she seemed to vaguely remember "W-wait, I feel like I've seen you before. Who are you?" Helene curiously asked, setting her violin in its case as she stood up though the man still stood over her. He hadn't hesitated in calling her out so he had to know her right? Suddenly the memory of last night was pushed to the back burner as she worried her time here might be running short.
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