Loki Odinson

A Tale of Seven Children

I'll stake my interest here. More likely as an Exorcist or a member of an organisation, either to oppose or aid the Seven (mostly because I reckon the Seven slots will be filled very quickly).

Mote

As per usual, it had been Ranger who picked the path Evelio took, the peregrin falcon sitting imperiously on his right shoulder like a king overlooking his subjects. Its sharp beak tugged on his hair until he turned to face the direction it thought right, followed by a light nip on his earlobe to get him walking forward. The wanderer didn't exactly mind, seeing as he wasn't looking to explore new places, more than content in letting the bird and his feet take him across the lands. It had been more than a week since he left the last village, spending only a night in the shabby inn of a near-empty inhabitance. He had been glad to leave the foul-smelling place, but he was pretty sure the inn-keeper was happier to see him walk out the door. It wasn't really Evelio's fault he had mistaken the man's son to be a hobgoblin. Damn brat certainly looked the part, a creature of folk tales or not. Didn't help the brat looked like he was ready to steal Evelio's slice of goat cheese. No one touched Evelio's cheese. No one.

Either way, under the guidance of Ranger, the former Knight found himself approaching a fishing village as the sun moved past its zenith. The smell of fish and sea salt permeated the air, carried by the constant breeze coming from the ocean. Residents dressed in patched linen and hauling nets of catch around was an expected sight. However, what wasn't the norm was the presence of strangely clad individuals draped in gaudy looking clothes with dried bones hanging from their limbs, clinking dully in the wind as they stalked to and fro, a smattering of people following a distance behind, expression ranging from bemusement to exasperation.

Only one thought ran through Evelio's mind. Ah, fellow madmen! Proper conversationalists at last!

Unfortunately for the poor wanderer, his too-wide grin distorted to deranged, courtesy of his scars and gleam in his lone eye. Evelio's first target squeaked when a calloused hand landed heavily on a thin shoulder, the force of it rattling and clinking the cheap hanging ornaments. A cobalt eye was drawn to them by the sharp noises, the mad grin somehow managing to stretch wider.

"My friend! Are those any effective in warding off dream demons?" At the thin man's confused look, Evelio leaned closer and lowered his voice, as though divulging a secret. "Those damn things have been getting their slimy claws closer to my eyeballs. Even the one I lost years ago! Don't ask me how, I dearly like to know too! Say, should I try locking them up in a box and throwing away the key? What do you -- "

His ramblings were cut short when the gaudy man finally recovered from shock and shoved the hand off his shoulder. "Tha heck 're ya on? I ain't no shaman! Jus' a guide! Ya know, fer tha Mote on tha coast!"

Evelio stopped short. "Mote?" His gaze turned distant. "A Mote here? On the coast? A guide for...oh! Tourists!" The last word was said in triumph, a finger jabbed in the direction of the small crowd watching the spectacle. The finger withdrew as he clapped gleefully. "Wonderful! Brilliant! Let's all go to see this Mote, shall we?"

"Not wif ya, we ain't! Move on, ya mad cur!"

"Well, that's rather rude of you, but everyone is entitled to their opinion. I shall bid you good day and...move on." Giving a stately bow, he whirled on his heels and stalked off.

It didn't take all that long to glean the location of the Mote from people eager to share the strange sight they had personally witnessed. A monolith of stone with blue glowing carvings on its surface standing in the middle of all that sand, a whirlwind of miscellaneous junk swirling around it. It was this barrier that prevented frustrated researchers from laying their hands on the rock itself. The mysterious force was strong enough to sweep even a full grown man off his feet! No one wanted to risk that. Not even for a sliver of mystery rock.

Evelio had nodded politely at the recounts and left, purchasing a room for two days at the local inn with a small piece of sapphire. He didn't carry gold or coins, only various precious stones he found during his travels. The gem was still covered in hard mud, but enough glimmer shone through to be accepted by the innkeeper.

He waited until nightfall, when most of the village went back to their homes and the streets were empty, save for a few drunks and nightowls. Evelio slipped out the door and headed down the various twists and turns, stopping every now and then to look for the landmarks described by the people who took the tour to see the Mote. He would have gladly paid to go on a tour too, except all the guides he talked to either refused his gems or shied away, leaving him with no choice but to go alone. And what better scene to witness when night fell and stars are out.

It was the blue glow that let him know he was getting closer. Walking down the coast as though it was a main street, Evelio didn't bother sneaking. He didn't know if there were rules regarding visiting the Mote, and if there was, he didn't care a wit. As described, the swirl of junk revolved around the monolith, preventing all from getting close. Circling the Mote a few times, he can to a halt in front of it, making sure to put a few feet distance between.

"Hmm...it doesn't seem to hold other strange powers other than this..." he murmured to himself, arms crossed over his chest and head tilted to the side. Ranger, who had left his side during his afternoon tour of the village, landed back on his shoulder again with a single sharp cry. "What do you think, Ranger? Should I throw you at it? See if you can fly out of the whirl? Shall I throw myself at it? Maybe I can touch the Mote's surface that way? Ooh, how about throwing someone else at it? Pity there's no one around though."

Mote

I'm going to have Evelio passing through the village and deciding to see the Mote after hearing all about it from the residents.

Accio Egypt (A Harry Potter Role Play)

Timezones sucked, big time. That was the one repetitive thought running through his mind like a broken record as Killian yawned for the umpteenth time. Dawn hadn't even broken the horizon but here he was, already up, smoothing out his unruly hair as he glanced at the mirror one last time. Decked in a dark grey T-shirt with long sleeved rolled up to his elbows, navy jeans and his broken-in sneakers, he looked as though he was dressed to visit his friends in the neighbourhood rather than travel halfway around the world. The dark eyebags sharply contrasting with his pale skin made him look sleep-deprived. Not his fault America was five hours behind England time. Students - and the Professor heading this trip - from Hogwarts would travel to Cairo according to the time over there, and although the letter did state timezones would be taken into account for students from schools besides Hogwarts, Killian made it a habit to be on time, even if it meant screwing up his biological clock.

Reaching down to touch the brown leather pouch at his left hip, looped through his belt, Killian slotted two fingers through the closed flap and felt around to ensure his potions kit and medical supplies were present and prepared, untempered after he packed it the morning before. His wand pouch - and the wand itself - was strapped to his right wrist, a familiar weight he was unaccustomed to feeling during the holidays. Ilvermony was rather strict regarding the rule of leaving wands behind when the semester holidays came about. What a relief it was when he was permitted to bring it along for this trip. Surrounded by other witches and wizards he would be, Killian still disliked the thought of being in a new environment without some form of physical reassurance. Potions and knowledge could only go so far without a wand, and the only wandless magic he could cast all revolved around the Art of Healing.

Checklist ticked, he reached down to haul his small enchanted backpack up, slinging it over his shoulders, fastening the clasp at his waist and tightening the strap. His necessities like a water bottle, extra clothes, some cash and the like were stored within. Whatever else he lacked, he could purchase it over there. Maybe.

"Huh, and here I thought I have to throw you out of bed." Aunt Chelsea's husky voice sounded from the doorway of his room. A part of him that didn't startle at the sudden appearance envied the way she sounded wide awake, despite the fact he knew she got less sleep than he did. Maybe it was a skill veteran detectives developed sometime during their career?

"Keep dreaming, Aunt. You haven't gotten the chance in five years and you sure as heck ain't getting the chance now." He said with a fond roll of his eyes even as he suppressed the urge to yawn again. "'sides, I don't want to be late. I'm sure the others wouldn't like to be kept waiting long. I can catch up on sleep later. Just let me get some coffee before I go and I'll be fine."

Trudging down towards the kitchen, he was pleasantly surprised to see a steaming cup of cappuccino on the counter, a thermal flask with what he definitely knows is more coffee sitting beside it. No meal was prepared, but it was normal. Killian never ate until he felt hungry, meaning he usually skipped breakfast as he didn't have an appetite shortly after waking. Murmuring a quiet thanks, he downed the beverage and wrapped his left hand around the flask, the other reaching for the jar of sand at the far corner. A hand slapped down across his knuckles, making him blink at Chelsea, eyebrow quirked in question.

His aunt clicked her tongue in mild exasperation. "Did you forget the instructions regarding sand travel? Drink some water first unless you want to be uncomfortable on top of sleepy."

"Ah, right. Thanks." Sheepishly, he poured a glass of water and downed it in a swallow before turning to the older woman and giving her a quick hug. "Take care. I'll keep in contact. If possible."

Stepping into the middle of the kitchen, he took off the jar's lid and shut his eyes as he dumped the sand over his head. The drop of his stomach was similar to portkeys, but the strange sensation of his body flaking as the tiny grains of sand whisked him away through tim and space was distinctly unfamiliar and shudder-inducing. He didn't wish to know how the entire process played out, not if it appeared as weird as it felt.

It seemed like only a few seconds passed before his feet touched solid ground once more and Killian tentatively opened an eye to glance around. The first thing that registered wasn't the other individuals gathered before him - although it should be - but the ancient-looking nature of his surroundings. This should be the Grand Bazaar, right? It certainly looked...different, with its rough stone walls and intricately carved pillars. Shops lined the streets and unique objects were sold at various booths, shaded from the blazing sun with large canvas roofs.

Finally looking his fill, he walked towards the small crowd inside a shop and gave a polite nod to the only adult there. "Good morning, Professor. I hope I did not keep you waiting long." Turning to the other students standing around, he greeted them with another nod and a shallow smile. "Morning to you too. Duyi Killian Song of Ilvermony. Call me Killian. I hope to get along with all of you for the duration of this trip."

Dragon Rising

@Rhynn91 Calling Nature Dragon. I know I have already done that in the interest check but I will be busy today and tomorrow until the 2nd of January. Moving house and all that. Will get CS up as soon as I can. Sorry about the wait

Bleach RP interest check(haven't decided on a name yet)

Ooh, a Bleach RP! Haven't seen one of those for a long time.
Quick question though @Artymis if Shikai is our limit, and given that no detailing of the shikai's abilities mean they've only achieved it a while ago, would our characters be Academy students (freshman to preparing to graduate) or unseated/low seated Shinigami (like 20th or 19th seat) within the division?
Also, I assume the Gotei 13's taicho, fuku-taicho and sou-taicho are all going to remain canon?

Accio Egypt (A Harry Potter Role Play)

I'll try to get a post out tomorrow. If not, then I'll have to wait til the 2nd or 3rd.

Dawson (A Wild West RP)

It was attention Leo wanted, and that he got. Plenty of it. From both Dawson's gang and various individuals willing - and in some cases, the Native American thinks eager - to get on the tyrant's blacklist. Considering his current situation, Taeton felt he was still generous enough to say his small party's leader managed to accomplish what he came into town to do. Now the hard part lay in getting the hell out of dodge. The number of guns aimed in his general direction seemed to lessen slightly as more and more newcomers arrived on scene, allowing him to cast a glance over the entire street without being interrupted for a moment.

A movement in his peripheral caught his eye. Taheton brought his rifle up and fired without a second's pause. With an agonised yell, his target plummeted from the roof of the two-storey general goods store opposite the saloon. However, fast as Taheton had been in spotting the gunman above, the man's partner who was right on the fallen's heel fired two shots down on the street. The Sioux tribesman's Springfield spat out another bullet, but a sharp scream caused his heart to jolt. It was a woman's, and his first thought went to Roxanne. His fears were put to rest when he caught a glimpse of the Black Rose still in the fight, fierce as ever.

Well dammit all. A frown creased his brows as Taheton's gaze landed on the woman who had barrelled her horse into the circle of Dawson's men. The very same one he had advised to clear out of the firefight. Who clearly had a beef with old Dawson when she decided to stay and fight. The blood stain he could see on her clothes as she hobbled into the saloon wasn't exactly reassuring. It would be a right shame to lose a potential ally so early in.

Ducking from cover to cover, he steadily made his way over to the building as well, pausing only to tug his tomahawk from the chest of Freemont's corpse. He had every intention of treating that wound, deep or not. After all, it was partially his fault for not keeping a close enough eye on his surroundings. Not to mention, his father's spirit might just chew him out when he next dreamt for not putting his skills to use when needed. Taheton found the young woman leaning on the back wall of the saloon, half hidden behind the bar. Grudgingly, he admitted she at least still retained good sense despite the pain to ensure she was out of the line of fire before slumping down.

A quick scan of her form told him she only had a nasty gash on her right thigh, courtesy of a bullet. Luckily, it was a graze. Had it been a bullet lodged in her flesh, he would need to pull out his surgery kit in order to dig it out. And here was not exactly the ideal time and place to perform an operation. Slinging his rifle back on his back and hatchet into the loops at his waist, he crouched down and allowed his hands to hover at her side.

Eyeing her to both ensure and extract permission, he pinched the ruined cloth of both sides of the bleeding cut and with a muttered "pardon me, miss", proceeded to rip the fabric further apart, exposing the entire wound with blood-stained skin on both sides. Fishing into his pouch, he brought out two different powders folded safely away in paper.

"This will cleanse the wound and stop it from getting infected." Taheton explained as he tapped the Echinacea powder onto the gash, then lifted the other packet. "This one's agrimony. For stopping you leaking your blood all over the place."

Since her dress was already in this state, he didn't feel sorry when he tore a strip from her clothes in order to bind the area and constrict blood flow after applying the powdered herbs. "If we get outta here somehow, I will stitch you up. For now..." Tying the ends off strongly, he glanced in the direction of gunfires. "I suggest not putting any weight on that leg. I would say stay out of the fight. But seeing how well you took my advice last time, I'm not holding my breath."

Job done, Taheton prepared to return to the streets - if only to know the companions he rode in with was still alive - when an almighty bang rang through the air. Swearing softly, he sidled up to the saloon's wall at the doorway and peeked out. He was just in time to see a couple more objects airborne, but not where they came from.

"More incoming!" He called in warning before lowering his voice to a grumble. "Iya, are they trying to raze this place to the ground?"

Underwater Fire of their Eyes

@MokleyThank you! Although there's not much fun to be had when moving house, but the festivities before and after would make up for it lol
And before I forget, Merry Christmas to you _{(and anyone else who's reading this)}!

Dragon Rp [Mid-High Casual]

@Rhynn91 Seems interesting, if the people who showed interest in this haven't left, I would be on board. Calling the Nature Dragon, if that hasn't been taken.