LanaStorm

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Hey I'm interested in joining this if you'll have me, what kind of role or concept do you think I could fill in for this RP?

Regalia

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We're full. Thanks for the interest, though.

@Mirandae

Thanks for getting back to me! I'll follow along with the rp it looks great, if it opens up again let me know.

Regalia

Hello hello! Friendly lurker checking in.

I was reading through this RP and OOC, I Love FF! It appears the rp is still open for applications is that correct ^_^?

I'd like to apply but I'm not familiar with the world, I'm thinking of doing a character that might bounce off an existing one, or doing my own concept from scratch if y'all will have me.

Request to Lock

Hello Mods,

Can my thread here be locked?

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Thanks,

LanaStorm

Don't Forget Me

Due to a conflicting schedule I'll be unable to continue this RP, I appreciate everyone's patronage in the matter and I apologize for the delay up until now.

Thank you,

LanaStorm

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Coffee.

A sip of freshly grinded and ethically sourced beans from St. Brewell's caused a jump in focus to Eve as she took in the scene within the church. It wasn't easy to catch up but she saw some new faces but mostly old ones as the bickering continued without her as she gave her meek opinion on how things should be done or what people should feel. It didn't matter in the end as the party or reunion was ruined by some people who still held grudges, Eve didn't have a chance to react as the gas came into the church flying from unseen angles as it touched down near the pews and the group. Feeling weak, tears welled up in the cowgirl's eyes as she coughed and hacked away dropping her coffee onto the floor of god's house. "Fu - Fuck!" She sputtered as threats of taser darts to the ass or worse, today was just not going for the Coven.

It took a few moments but Eve found herself on the ground losing strength, gasping for air as she found herself in the crosshairs of the conflict. She slowly crawled toward the altar maybe she could be teleported away, maybe Sully could make a chalice of something that would make the gas begone? Was he even here, but she didn't get too far before running out of gas and energy? St. Brewells could only take her so far, but the will to fight and resist faded the gas could only mean law enforcement and despite the number of times she had been arrested Eve failed to build an immunity to tear gas, a true shame.

For Eve her time on the run didn't even last twenty-four hours.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Everything felt like a blur.

She was escaping the depths of imminent demise from the strip club parking lot, to being dragged by Britany in the back of her Coven-mobile. Eve woke up gasping for air in her stupid apartment, her hand shook with jitters of fear and anxiety as she dragged herself to face the cold mirror within her bathroom. Some healing cuts on her face and nose, and bruising around her rib cage. She forgot the details of every injury but it hurt, by the time she met up with the team she would be an addict to that chalice of Sully's. Applying a bandage to her nose and polysporin, and a cocktail of painkillers and pick me ups she got dressed to seize the day just like she did last night. Travel to the park would be by bus and skateboard, Eve hiked up her jeans and took off.

...

Late like always, something had already happened and the group was moving into the church. Eve kept clutching in between her digits an extra large cup of St. Brewell's coffee, french vanilla with extra cream and sugar. It made days like to today feel better as she nursed her wounds, cringing in pain with every step that brought her forward in such a sacred and protected place. If only something like True Faith could protect them, instead it was just hope, girl-power and dumb luck. She wobbled into the church a sip from her cheap coffee gave her the energy to move forward just a few more steps as she ran into familiar faces and news ones.

Eve found herself tipping as a hand grasped the pews as she caught up to the group slowly, her mouth drying at the thought of last night and the good, bad and chaotic nature of the whole exchange at the strip club. "I'm alive.." Eve found herself croaking as she made it back to the group finding the strength to stand a little taller, her skateboard pressed into her back as it was sandwiched by a punked-out backpack that rode her back as the straps fell over her tired worn-out shoulders.

"If the confessional is open, I might be there for a while. Not going to lie guys, I didn't think yesterday was real at all. We - I think we killed like.. a few people yesterday. I feel pretty terrible, along with all the other shit that happened. I'm surprised we walked away from that, but I just wanted to thank everyone was there 'n Brit too. She saved us, as well as Stormy and some who didn't make it." Eve sniffled rubbing her nose as she controlled her emotions, for now.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Ice skating was not ideal for Eve.

She was sweating more than she had before, it probably freezed on her back as she stopped the rebar from killing her. Picking up speed like the St. Portwell 1st draft she came flying towards Britney and her car. She skid as the ice stopped forming, slowing down without skates would be an issue as she started to hit asphalt and naturally buckled towards the car as the skating turned into running in the last leg. Eve came ripping up to Britney's vehicle and opens the back, throwing herself in with a panicked look and huffing for breath. She could got for a cigarette but there was no time, all she could say.

"Hit the gas, we gotta fucking go!"

She said to her driver!

Dead Men on Burning Stars: A Mass Effect Cerberus RP

Looks good.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Kill confirmed.

It seemed someone had got to kill Victor before Eve did, she didn't even know if she was going to kill him in the first place. The whole battle royale was a mess, but in the end multiple people had died. Mostly from the wolfpack, but some other had been injured in the process of this debalce. Before she could realize what was going on (like where Victor's precious axe went) she was called upon by Judas and his fat mouth. Some things never changed and neither did him or the curs, but that mouthy bitch Elodie had racked her up for the kills of Skinner and Victor.

Shit.

The rebar wherever the fuck it came from flew towards Eve, who used cyromancy to freeze the rebar as well as put up a ice wall in their way in hopes to block the attack and bend the metal. She didn't stick around to fight the cabal, the pack or any other third party chump who wanted to take a piece of Eve's proverbial cigarette pack. Eve moved quickly, almost like she was skating she was! The cold ground beneath her formed black ice under neath her soles, she had practiced this with Weaver so many times but never got a hang of it. She picked up speed moving like an NHL hockey puck-chucker, she nervously called out to her hug-buddy Britney.

"Fuck, we need to get out of here!" Eve exclaimed with a shaky voice, if she survived this she would have such hella street cred. Would she event want it?