Yeah there’s no way Evren could have softened that blow lmao.
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STATUS: i’m pretty much just a casual these days but i can’t believe how dead free is lately. might post something there soon to see if anyone else is bored during the rona lol 5 yrs ago
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i’m pretty much just a casual these days but i can’t believe how dead free is lately. might post something there soon to see if anyone else is bored during the rona lol
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two years ago i made a really good historical rp, bu tit was on my old acc and i’d feel awkward reviving it now
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hey guys i’m not hallucinating anymore how cool is that
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my mini roses are officially dead, can i get an F in the chat
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legal name: weenie dumpsterboy
if any of you were on the warriorcats forums as kids please hmu, we're brothers in arms.
i prefer to RP casual but if you write more than a screenful at a time i probably can't keep up with you.
i work monday tuesday wednesday and saturday, play DnD on fridays and sometimes i'm just not around. if i’m afk for several days, i’m probably just working or depressed and you can always reach me by dm. i’ll pretty reliably check the site every night even if i don’t post anything.
usually i spend all day intrusively telling people about my plants. anyway please ask me about my plants i want to tell you about my plants
if any of you were on the warriorcats forums as kids please hmu, we're brothers in arms.
i prefer to RP casual but if you write more than a screenful at a time i probably can't keep up with you.
i work monday tuesday wednesday and saturday, play DnD on fridays and sometimes i'm just not around. if i’m afk for several days, i’m probably just working or depressed and you can always reach me by dm. i’ll pretty reliably check the site every night even if i don’t post anything.
usually i spend all day intrusively telling people about my plants. anyway please ask me about my plants i want to tell you about my plants
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oh god, Luc's crimson and Evren's cc3300 look absolutely the same on my computer screen unless my brightness is jacked WAY up. i'll change that later to be more distinct. Luc might get a respectable dark blue or something, lol.
i have a few bits of info for y'all
first @KiwiTime it's probably confusing that i'm calling the character Luc OOC but IC he's Lucian but Evren calls him Lucifer. They're not-boyfriends and Luc has had a lot of names over time, the name he uses now is Lucian. and he's infinitely more well-adjusted than Evren lmao
and @Eviledd1984 if you need more info on Näkki try here. unfortunately atm i don't have anything much better than wikipedia, but i'll check my huge folder of links tomorrow and dm you if i find something helpful. @Cio do you have any resources?
i have a few bits of info for y'all
first @KiwiTime it's probably confusing that i'm calling the character Luc OOC but IC he's Lucian but Evren calls him Lucifer. They're not-boyfriends and Luc has had a lot of names over time, the name he uses now is Lucian. and he's infinitely more well-adjusted than Evren lmao
and @Eviledd1984 if you need more info on Näkki try here. unfortunately atm i don't have anything much better than wikipedia, but i'll check my huge folder of links tomorrow and dm you if i find something helpful. @Cio do you have any resources?
@KiwiTime
Bring your companion, I’d love to finally meet her. I’ll treat for breakfast. Pamela’s?
Lucian set his phone down on his coffee table and sat back on his plush sofa, elbows on his knees and fingers interlocked. He rested his chin on his clasped hands and let out a tired sigh. He was a man of secrets, but with the supernatural being normalized he often felt terribly vulnerable. In some ways it was a good thing, outcasted peoples were able to connect with each other more easily than ever, and while there was invaluable safety in numbers there was perhaps more in shadow. He knew that better than anyone else.
He'd founded Redhaven, created a place where vampires could hide securely from the world. At one time their peaceful coven had hundreds of brothers and sisters; he was the only one left now. Children of the blood remained, descended of Those First but distanced from their ancestry; distanced from the heritage that lay solely within Lucian's own blood. That was how he saw it, anyway.
It was odd to see new bloods living so openly. For someone so old this was very new, almost uncomfortable territory. Certainly uncomfortable. Especially with the Guard of the Holy Spirit running amok and with so much public support from weak-minded mortals, whelps who were too young and honest stood to lose a lot for mistakes they didn't make.
Girlfriend. Sorry, I’m showing my age.
@Eviledd1984@Cio
"You were very handsome, if you don't mind me saying so." Evren said softly. "I know what you mean, though, James. Living too long and losing too many, I suppose it's in our nature." He spoke generally about the undead, knowing his statement was empty and impersonal but lacking a real answer to Duckie's grief. Instead he quietly read the passage Duck had pointed him to, wondering what ever came of this Jeremiah.
Evren finished reading as Duckie asked his questions about sirens. "She's like a siren. She's a näkki, from a lake in Finland. If there's anything you want to know, though, you can just ask her." Evren looked back to Aava and asked her to join them.
In the past, in Finland, Aava certainly knew when she was speaking a foreign tongue. Though he was sure now that his friend was cognizant of the world around her (at least for the most part), her manner of speaking seemed unconscious, as if some control had gotten away from her.
Bring your companion, I’d love to finally meet her. I’ll treat for breakfast. Pamela’s?
Lucian set his phone down on his coffee table and sat back on his plush sofa, elbows on his knees and fingers interlocked. He rested his chin on his clasped hands and let out a tired sigh. He was a man of secrets, but with the supernatural being normalized he often felt terribly vulnerable. In some ways it was a good thing, outcasted peoples were able to connect with each other more easily than ever, and while there was invaluable safety in numbers there was perhaps more in shadow. He knew that better than anyone else.
He'd founded Redhaven, created a place where vampires could hide securely from the world. At one time their peaceful coven had hundreds of brothers and sisters; he was the only one left now. Children of the blood remained, descended of Those First but distanced from their ancestry; distanced from the heritage that lay solely within Lucian's own blood. That was how he saw it, anyway.
It was odd to see new bloods living so openly. For someone so old this was very new, almost uncomfortable territory. Certainly uncomfortable. Especially with the Guard of the Holy Spirit running amok and with so much public support from weak-minded mortals, whelps who were too young and honest stood to lose a lot for mistakes they didn't make.
Girlfriend. Sorry, I’m showing my age.
@Eviledd1984@Cio
"You were very handsome, if you don't mind me saying so." Evren said softly. "I know what you mean, though, James. Living too long and losing too many, I suppose it's in our nature." He spoke generally about the undead, knowing his statement was empty and impersonal but lacking a real answer to Duckie's grief. Instead he quietly read the passage Duck had pointed him to, wondering what ever came of this Jeremiah.
Evren finished reading as Duckie asked his questions about sirens. "She's like a siren. She's a näkki, from a lake in Finland. If there's anything you want to know, though, you can just ask her." Evren looked back to Aava and asked her to join them.
In the past, in Finland, Aava certainly knew when she was speaking a foreign tongue. Though he was sure now that his friend was cognizant of the world around her (at least for the most part), her manner of speaking seemed unconscious, as if some control had gotten away from her.
@Eviledd1984 absolutely not, your posts have been great!
@KiwiTime it’s not a problem, I check the thread regularly. I’m subbed so i’ll always get notifs.
And holy post!! That’s very long lol. I’m working right now so I probably won’t be able to write an adequate reply until tomorrow morning.
@KiwiTime it’s not a problem, I check the thread regularly. I’m subbed so i’ll always get notifs.
And holy post!! That’s very long lol. I’m working right now so I probably won’t be able to write an adequate reply until tomorrow morning.
@Eviledd1984 Sorry the second part of my reply is pretty lacking. I can add more if you’d like, I just wanted to get something up before I went to work.
@Eviledd1984@Cio
When they’d met in Finland, Evren could read German and Latin but he wasn’t sure Aava had ever known how to read at all; when they met, Finnish was only a spoken language, any writing of the time was in Swedish. Even so he was confident that he could teach Aava to read. She had a supernatural knack for speech and language, how much of a leap could sounding out syllables be?
He took the book Aava had chosen; it was a black and red book with an impression of a child reaching up to the branches of a tree. Evren had read it some thirty years ago at Lucifer’s suggestion when they reunited in Redhaven, along with a number of other classics that were to help catch him up with American society. He had liked it very much, though a few of the more subtle points went over his head, so now was a good time for a reread with a friend. ”To Kill a Mockingbird.” he read the title to her. ”(I think you’ll like this, I learned a lot reading it.)”
Evren returned the novel to Aava and wandered over to Duckie. He noticed the book he’d picked up and discarded, and retrieved it from the shelf. He knew his friend had been a comedian many decades ago, but he wasn’t wholly sure what that meant. ”Something from your time, James? Did you write this?” He flipped briefly through it before taking notice of what Duckie’s attention had turned to. He scanned the nearby shelves with books of various mythologies and saw a slim paperback book tucked in between two collections of Norse epics. Evren laughed lightly when he saw it. ”Aha, that’s what I mean! Nœkken.”
“Because I don’t take orders from anyone.” Beck retorted, intending to be scathing but coming off a bit juvenile. “The cops don’t tell me what to do; in fact, they follow me because I’m the best at what I do.” She felt her phone buzz but didn’t answer the text.
When they’d met in Finland, Evren could read German and Latin but he wasn’t sure Aava had ever known how to read at all; when they met, Finnish was only a spoken language, any writing of the time was in Swedish. Even so he was confident that he could teach Aava to read. She had a supernatural knack for speech and language, how much of a leap could sounding out syllables be?
He took the book Aava had chosen; it was a black and red book with an impression of a child reaching up to the branches of a tree. Evren had read it some thirty years ago at Lucifer’s suggestion when they reunited in Redhaven, along with a number of other classics that were to help catch him up with American society. He had liked it very much, though a few of the more subtle points went over his head, so now was a good time for a reread with a friend. ”To Kill a Mockingbird.” he read the title to her. ”(I think you’ll like this, I learned a lot reading it.)”
Evren returned the novel to Aava and wandered over to Duckie. He noticed the book he’d picked up and discarded, and retrieved it from the shelf. He knew his friend had been a comedian many decades ago, but he wasn’t wholly sure what that meant. ”Something from your time, James? Did you write this?” He flipped briefly through it before taking notice of what Duckie’s attention had turned to. He scanned the nearby shelves with books of various mythologies and saw a slim paperback book tucked in between two collections of Norse epics. Evren laughed lightly when he saw it. ”Aha, that’s what I mean! Nœkken.”
“Because I don’t take orders from anyone.” Beck retorted, intending to be scathing but coming off a bit juvenile. “The cops don’t tell me what to do; in fact, they follow me because I’m the best at what I do.” She felt her phone buzz but didn’t answer the text.
@KiwiTime I completely understand!
Writing a reply now. I have a sinus headache and a long workday ahead of me, so I’ll try to get it finished soon. I was SO much sicker yesterday, I kept reading your replies like... what am books, can’t do it, nah lmao.
@Eviledd1984@Cio
“Oh! Ha! James, that’s very funny!” Evren stopped to laugh at what Duckie called them. “Calling us kids. The nerve!”
So the trip wandered to the bookstore, getting a lot of weird glances and looks along the way. Redhaven was a small town, so many passersby were at least a little bit familiar with Duckie, but it was certainly quite confronting to meet a skeleton on your way to work. Aava attracted a fair many stares as well, green hair trailing on the sidewalk and still a bit damp from the cup of water, but next to a literal ghoul she wasn’t so startling. A lot of pedestrians crossed the street to avoid passing the three undead, and cars slowed to a near halt so drivers could gawk at them. Evren seemed a bit uncomfortable at the attention but did his best to ignore it.
They entered the bookstore through a quite residential-looking aluminum screen door, which Evren cordially held open for his friends. Inside it was historic and dim, with built in shelves of dark wood along the walls, stuffed with books old and new. A trilling chime sounded as they entered, getting the attention of a young woman at a counter a few meters away. She looked up at them and immediately looked away, seeming a little scared as she returned to her book.
”(Would you like a book, Aava?)” Evren asked. He wasn’t sure what Aava had been doing for four hundred years, or even precisely where she’d been, but it was a safe assumption that she’d kept away from society. ”(Nearly all I do now is read. I could teach you, or just read something to you.)”
Beck crossed her arms and turned away from Hayato, casually leaning against a nearby streetlight. ”I don’t know who you work for, old man. I just heard the news this morning on my radio.” she said, pushing a twist of hair behind her ear. ”All I know is that hunting vampires is my game, and I’m wondering why you’re playing.”
“Oh! Ha! James, that’s very funny!” Evren stopped to laugh at what Duckie called them. “Calling us kids. The nerve!”
So the trip wandered to the bookstore, getting a lot of weird glances and looks along the way. Redhaven was a small town, so many passersby were at least a little bit familiar with Duckie, but it was certainly quite confronting to meet a skeleton on your way to work. Aava attracted a fair many stares as well, green hair trailing on the sidewalk and still a bit damp from the cup of water, but next to a literal ghoul she wasn’t so startling. A lot of pedestrians crossed the street to avoid passing the three undead, and cars slowed to a near halt so drivers could gawk at them. Evren seemed a bit uncomfortable at the attention but did his best to ignore it.
They entered the bookstore through a quite residential-looking aluminum screen door, which Evren cordially held open for his friends. Inside it was historic and dim, with built in shelves of dark wood along the walls, stuffed with books old and new. A trilling chime sounded as they entered, getting the attention of a young woman at a counter a few meters away. She looked up at them and immediately looked away, seeming a little scared as she returned to her book.
”(Would you like a book, Aava?)” Evren asked. He wasn’t sure what Aava had been doing for four hundred years, or even precisely where she’d been, but it was a safe assumption that she’d kept away from society. ”(Nearly all I do now is read. I could teach you, or just read something to you.)”
Beck crossed her arms and turned away from Hayato, casually leaning against a nearby streetlight. ”I don’t know who you work for, old man. I just heard the news this morning on my radio.” she said, pushing a twist of hair behind her ear. ”All I know is that hunting vampires is my game, and I’m wondering why you’re playing.”
@Eviledd1984 literally just realized Hayato is 56... somehow I misread that as 16 like a month ago and only just realized my mistake lmao. My bad 😅
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