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knifeman Member
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STATUS: taking a break from rping for a little while. i'll be back soon enough but i really need to work on my mental health. hope everyone understands sorry 7 yrs ago
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taking a break from rping for a little while. i'll be back soon enough but i really need to work on my mental health. hope everyone understands sorry
7 yrs ago
@Mae saaaaaaame
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7 yrs ago
i was literally up all night and i just realized i could have written posts during that time fuck i straight up just read fanfiction and cried for like 6 hours
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7 yrs ago
saw thor ragnarok the other day and now i really want to do a Sakaar rp but i caaaaaaaan't
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7 yrs ago
sorry in advance to anyone i'm rping with if my posts are slow/kinda bad, my brain isn't working right lately i'm kind of a mess bleh (シ_ _)シ
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Name: Skye Penrose
Nickname: None
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Species: Familiar
Powers/skills: He can transform into any animal he’s seen up close, and communicate with animals; though only “trash animals” like crows, rats, possums, raccoons, etc. actually like him. He’s not entirely sure why. He can’t cast spells himself, but if he forms a close bond with a magic user, he can enhance the strength of their magic.
Crush: None (yet ;3)
Relationship: Single (Gay)
Personality: He’s chill and low-energy, often to the point of seeming dumb. Despite how he comes off, though, he’s capable of surprisingly intelligent conversation when he’s in the mood. His life’s philosophy is to go with the flow and worry as little as possible.
History: He’s the youngest member of a very old and distinguished family of familiars that has assisted magic-users for centuries. Skye never exactly fit in with his family due to his penchant towards the less glamorous ends of the animal world, and his lackadaisical lifestyle.
Other: He likes dumpster diving, and he’s trained the local crows to bring him money.
Appearance:
Nickname: None
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Species: Familiar
Powers/skills: He can transform into any animal he’s seen up close, and communicate with animals; though only “trash animals” like crows, rats, possums, raccoons, etc. actually like him. He’s not entirely sure why. He can’t cast spells himself, but if he forms a close bond with a magic user, he can enhance the strength of their magic.
Crush: None (yet ;3)
Relationship: Single (Gay)
Personality: He’s chill and low-energy, often to the point of seeming dumb. Despite how he comes off, though, he’s capable of surprisingly intelligent conversation when he’s in the mood. His life’s philosophy is to go with the flow and worry as little as possible.
History: He’s the youngest member of a very old and distinguished family of familiars that has assisted magic-users for centuries. Skye never exactly fit in with his family due to his penchant towards the less glamorous ends of the animal world, and his lackadaisical lifestyle.
Other: He likes dumpster diving, and he’s trained the local crows to bring him money.
Appearance:
Getting back to the HQ was a relief for sure, and the new guy that Leonard and Blue had brought along was pretty cool. The guy’s positive attitude toward them made Mieke smile, glad that the mission had gone smoothly.
She didn’t have any input relating to the mission itself, but she knew that she would have to mention her own experience. When prompted for additional information, she spoke up.
“Well, while I was on my own, I came across these performers doing, like, a daredevil show. At least two of them, I think, are Stand users. One of them seems to be able to resurrect the dead; pretty sure it was part of their show. The other one, I didn’t see what he could do, but he could see my Stand. He didn’t know what they were though. It didn’t seem like they had any bad intentions, but I think they’re worth talking to. I wrote down their information.”
She pulled up the note she had written on her phone and held it in front of her.
“Oh! Also, I’ve seen a little bit of what my own Stand can do! I, uh, accidentally summoned her at one point. I got kinda freaked out. It looks like she can make crystals out of her tears. So, that’s pretty cool, right?”
After her little speech (that she definitely hadn’t been rehearsing for the entire ride over), she looked down at her feet, feeling a little awkward.
Mike hummed thoughtfully, "I guess I should try to figure out what she can do, then, huh? Well, I’m sure I’ll get the opportunity soon enough.”
Truth be told, the idea of getting into a Stand battle made her want to throw up a little bit, but Arthur’s pep talk left her feeling much more positive about being able to deal with this whole ridiculous situation. No matter what, she would figure it out. That, or she would completely lose her mind and nothing would bother her anymore!
“Yeah, I’m ready to get going. I came here with Leonard, but he had to leave when Blue found the target.”
She maneuvered herself out from under Hogan, and turned to go, but stopped.
“Oh, hold on one sec,” she took out her phone and snapped a picture of the scenery, “For my mom. She’s gonna be so jealous!”
Mieke smiled up at Arthur, glad that she wasn’t alone in this. Yeah, the whole situation was a frightening mess, but she could get used to it. If this was what her life looked like now, she would have no choice.
“That’s… oddly comforting. I guess if I’m going to meet more Stand users no matter what, I’ll always have someone to talk to about this stuff.”
Hogan laid his head on her lap, and the action warmed her heart.
“Aw, you’re so sweet!”
After a little pause, she spoke up again, “So, people usually name their Stands, right? How do you come up with that? I’ve just been thinking I should give her a proper name sometime.”
Once she was sitting down on a bench with Arthur and Hogan, Mieke started explaining her encounter, including her unintentional activation of her own Stand. She was finally able to fully calm herself, even if she couldn’t quite ignore the looks the little group got from passersby. Assessing the situation with a clearer head, it really hit her how absurd it all was.
“God, this is so weird! This time yesterday I was worrying about whether or not it would rain too much to display succulents outside.” She chuckled a little, “So, how have things been with you guys?”
Honestly, she just wanted to be distracter.
i’m alright, i just don’t think i’ll ever un-see that. they left but i wrote down their info.
crazy crue brothers
jfk memorial center
4-6 pm every night for next week
Mieke gave Arthur her location, hoping she wouldn’t have to be alone for long. Given her track record, being by herself too long would result in her spiraling into worried rumination and inevitably full-blown panic. Taking a deep breath, she leaned back and took her earbuds out of her pocket. She put on a podcast to relax and closed her eyes.
Flick. Flick. Flick.
Violet absently opened and shut her knife as she strolled down the street. Looking at the opulent buildings surrounding her, she wondered how many of those windows had illicit activities going on behind them. One thing her experience had taught her was that rich people were much bigger criminals than the working class. Nearly every mansion held a few tales of vice within its walls.
As she approached the right building, Violet closed her knife and stowed it away in her pocket. The Doorman let her in when she mentioned her employer, and she entered the place.
She immediately froze where she stood, the majesty of the lobby hitting her all at once. Her breath left her in a huff, a bewildered smile creeping onto her face. This place was ridiculous. Huge staircase, fancy fountain, gold elevator doors, she wouldn’t be surprised if the toilet paper was gilded.
“Damn…”
While riding the elevator, she wondered if she should have dressed a little nicer. She could have at least worn a vest or something.
Miss Hobbs’ door led her into an equally fancy foyer full of art and statues that had to be priceless. Violet felt even more out of place, looking like a disheveled kid who hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep (which she hadn’t) standing in the middle of a damn palace.
She followed the butler into the study, mentally reviewing the bogus backstory she told the cops. She wasn’t involved in her parents’ business, too scared of retribution to blow the whistle on them. She’s never committed a crime in her life, let alone multiple murders. She was totally in the dark about the gang’s activities.
Innocent person. Innocent person.
She came face to face with her employer, Miss Hobbs. She was dressed in the way one would expect for someone living in a place like this.
Violet greeted her with a confident smile, “Violet LeBlanc. Nice to finally meet you.”
Okay, so the guy didn’t know what Stands were, and Mieke probably looked like a crazy person. With yet another stuttered apology, she let him go back to the performance. Checking her phone, she found that Leonard was in too much of a rush to wait for her, so she could stick around for the end of the show, which apparently was still happening even though one of the performers was laying motionless on top of the van.
The kick that the performer delivered to his partner’s face made Mieke cover her eyes, the gory sight triggering a new wave of nausea. She cautiously looked up again through her fingers when the man continued talking.
She dropped her hands as the man started glowing bright blue and laid a piece of paper on the body. He did an impressive flip, but Mieke was focused on Lee. She jumped when he suddenly got up and performed more acrobatics. The crowd went wild, and Mieke clapped along with them, equal parts awed and confused. Had that whole ordeal just been part of the show?
As the brothers descended into the van and drove away, Mieke took out her phone and wrote down the details of their show, figuring the information might be useful. She would have tried to get their attention as they drove by, but after what she had seen, she didn’t have the energy.
Her shoulders slouched, she retreated from the crowd and sat down in a secluded space. Taking deep breaths, she messaged the group.
well i just met some stand users. one of them died and got brought back. i think im traumatized.
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