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Current Away from home between October 26th and November 10th. Contests will return when I'm back home!
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Don't forget to vote in the writing contest! The link is in the sidebar <3
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Back from vacation, taking my time to roll back into roleplays and contests.
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Vacation for a week, I'm off to Finland!
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Hello everyone. I'm Dutch, a mother of a 8-year old boy and I love both rp-ing and writing. Since May 2020 I'm one of the contests mods.

I started with writing Dutch stories in 2002, I was already 19 at that time. I joined a writing competition and that got me started. Soon I started to write down all the stories my over-active imagination came up with. I had my first forum rp experience in 2003 on a Dutch fantasy forum. While I continued to write, I stopped rp-ing when the particular rp and forum slowly died. In 2011 my love for rp's rekindled when I joined a site with a forum and I started to RP solely in English since that is the language of the site. This is also when I wrote my first story in English.

I've got a few 1x1 rp's going on this site and a couple more on another site. I've always been a fan of writing competitions and I joined a lot several of the ones that were hosted on this website. Now I get to host them myself and really enjoy that too.

When you come here to check if I'm online, know that even when I show as online I might not be able to respond to RP's. I open this site so that when I have time I can spend some time here, but I don't always end up with the time to do so.

If I haven't replied in a while, feel free to poke me. I don't ghost on purpose, sometimes I just forgetful and if I read your reply and accidentally closed the tab I might forget I was supposed to reply T_T

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Benjamin rushed to Steph's side and put a hand on her back. "I think you overdid it," he said friendly. "Take a moment to catch your breath." He thought about what else he could do for her. At first he thought about offering a sports drink, a sudden fatigue after exercise was often cured by hydrating, with sugar and electrolytes, but Steph wasn't human. As a Succubus she could need something else.




"Yes," mr. Johnsson said, nodding slowly. "We too are investigating ways to maximise our control over her. It would be well if we would work together so we can minimise the potential danger she poses. Do you want her back, or are you okay with her working for us?"
This man was a strange one, and he felt he had to be careful with him. His years in the field had given him a gut-feeling when things were off or not. And this man, while he couldn't pinpoint exactly how he knew it, didn't seem entirely human.




"If you won't hurt us or other humans, we won't hurt you," Morisson promised. "Right?" This time he had his eyes on Jase when he asked for the confirmation.
After this he had to figure out what had happened to Jase, and how dangerous he was. Fuck this, this was not how he had planned to spend the afternoon before going to hunt those bloody vampires.
"Her guardian was with her the last time we met," James said. "I assume they are still together." He turned to Penalopy, who lay on Soul's back again, burrowing into his fur with a happy smile. "Everything was well when we parted," he added, guessing Niccia would want to hear that.

Michael watched the Meloetta settle on Soul; she was probably one of the most forward Legendary Pokémon he had met so far. Since Niccia was talking with Mitch, Michael went to Gavin and Mindy. "Did you find what you need?" he asked them.

Benny nodded and looked at Michael. That meant he had to keep an eye on the boy whenever he was with him.




Suddenly the keystone fell out of Andy's hands, as if it were pushed. He quickly bent down to pick it up and looked around, but he couldn't see the culprit. "You okay, Varina?" he asked as he cautiously stepped back and then turned around to continue to the Pokémon Center. "Did you see who it was, Kim?" he asked his Furret.
Kim shook her head, but she looked worried, because she had seen it was a shadowball.
After a moment of contemplating he took Merlin's Pokéball and called the Noctowl to his side. "I hope you rested well. I need you to keep an eye on things from the air. Something happened and Kim looks worried."
"Someone shot a shadowball at Varina's keystone," Kim quickly filled him in.
Merlin nodded, glanced only briefly at Frosiien and lifted into the sky. "Go to the Pokémon Center," he told Kim. "I will guard your backs."
Kim took the lead and as she walked to the Pokémon Center at a quicker pace then before, she looked back to see if Andy was following her.
"I'm with you, princess," he said as he followed his Furret.
Andy stared at his guest; the last thing he had expected was to hear him offer to cook. "If you want to cook, you can stay here forever. I'm not particularly fond of meal preparation myself." He joined Alastor to the fridge to look inside. "We'll need some fat to prepare the meat," he said, tapping on the bottle of liquid butter and then moved to inspect the top shelve of the fridge. "I seem to have some bacon and chicken filets..." he checked the dates on the pre-packed meat, "we probably should eat the chicken first, the expiration date is tomorrow."

He opened the door above the fridge to have a look in the freezer. "Green beans, peas with carrots, cauliflower..." he muttered as he inspected the bags of frozen vegetables. "I keep some potatoes, onions and garlic in that cabinet," he added, pointing to one of the doors. "And the spices and herbs are over there," he mentioned as he pointed to a rack close to the electric stove.

He turned to Alastor. "Is there a specific recipe you wish to try? Because we can quickly go to the shop and buy what you need."
Benjamin looked up when he heard Dia; when she fell he quickly rushed to her side. "Are you okay?" he asked, his hand tentatively above her arm before gently touching her. The sound she had made when falling made him think of mass, but she couldn't have mass... she was a spirit. "Dia, what has happened to you?"




Vivian sat in her office. Things with Ray went well now, a precious girl, definitely impressionable. Benjamin less so, but he would be willing to accept anything if he would be in isolation long enough.
She opened some encrypted files with a key and brought up the data of Simon. After reading it through, she closed the file and read the one of Susanna. After closing everything she went to the regular patient files and read through a few until she ended on the file of Carol. Nodding to herself, she ticked a box which added a small symbol to the upper-right corner. Most thought it meant she would be evaluated regularly by the psychiatrist to assess when she could return home or go to another caring facility better equipped for the patient's needs; that was how it was listed in the manual. Only a few knew what it really meant.
After locking her computer, she left her office to find the nurse who aided her with the special program.




Marc led the way to the place he had in mind. He wasn't sure what to talk about, so he kept silent. It would be a short walk. He followed the street until he could turn right into an alley paved with cobblestones and smaller shops on either side. He stopped in front of a door with a wooden sign above it.
The Library Tearoom
"I think you'll like this place," he said as he opened the door. "It's a tearoom, but they have this massive oak book cabinet, and people can either buy or borrow books from this place." As he pushed the door open a gentle classical tune greeted them, the interior was mostly wood and yellow light, giving it a cosy appearance. Several paintings of amateurs and lesser known artists were on the walls, with various styles. "You can also buy the painting they have on the walls. And they usually play classical and jazz music in the background."
Benjamin slowed down when he saw Steph go up and stopped when the sun hit her wings. Mesmerized he watched the sparkles and the rainbow shards. He wanted the moment to last forever; it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
When he lights fizzled out he walked to the place she would land if she'd continue to descent as she was.




"She has her value," mr. Johnsson carefully said, "but she is an unpredictable factor. We know very little of her." He folded his hands as he leaned on his desk. "The question is: what do you want with the beast? Do you consider her dangerous or valuable?"
He took note of the strange behaviours of this person, like the way he sat in the chair. Maybe it was best not to mention their beast was somewhere away from here now. Of course they still tracked her, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to let them know that.




"Look, you guys shouldn't be causing trouble regardless of people having a... timberfae." Whatever the fuck that was. Morrison decided it didn't matter for now. "Our agency has to deal with beings that are a threat to humans. If you want to get off this fucking planet, help us kill demons or do some good deeds or shit like that, but don't cause any trouble for humans. Lay low, they don't need to know Angels and Demons are real." He eyes the troublemakers. "Am I making myself clear?"
Penalopy turned to Niccia and thought about it. "You know... I have no idea~" She giggled softly. "The last time we saw each other... it was a sunny day, in a meadow. Lovely flowers. Yellow and purple. We sang and we danced~" She hummed a gentle melody as she danced on the grass. "But that was... I don't know, could be last week, could be last year~" She giggled again. "Who keeps track of time, right? Except for humans, they seem fascinated by it! They hang time on their walls and everything!" She floated up to face Michael. "You have to tell me what your fascination with time is!"
"In short," James said to Niccia when it was clear Penalopy had gotten sidetracked again, "we do not know where miss Anylia went to, she didn't say."

Michael blinked at the question. "Erm... we... erm..." he sighed, scratching the back of his head as he thought about how to answer that question. His uncle would probably be able to come up with an answer on the spot. Penalopy staring at him didn't help to find an answer to the question either. "Maybe you should ask my uncle..." he said.
"And who is that?"
"He's on his way, he'll be here soon."
Penalopy nodded. "I will wait for the uncle then," she said.

Benny nodded. "That is good." He glanced at Michael. "Michael has been taken by him before. Do you reckon he is at risk of being a target again because he managed to slip away from Darkrai twice?" If this had become a matter of pride for Darkrai, it would be a problem.




"Gavin still isn't really talkative," Andy said. "But he's a good guy. I like hanging out with him." He checked his phone again; Michael hadn't sent anything new after his last text, but he knew his nephew wouldn't send a text like that without good reason.
He turned into the street that led to the Pokémon Center, the long road gave a good view of the building ahead of them. He didn't see any familiar Pokémon yet, but it was possible they were either inside or on that field behind the center.

Andy had to refrain from shaking his head at the sudden suspicion. He went to get his backpack and pulled a small rectangular carboard box from it. On the top it showed the image of a smartphone.
"You may have observed a human obsession with these things," he said. "This one is not the best of its kind, but it will allow for calling, texting, browsing the internet. I took the liberty of adding my phone-number to it and install a chat-app. In the box is the manual, I'm sure you're smart enough to figure out how it works."

After putting the box down, Andy picked up his glass again and sipped from it. "I'll see about producing something edible in a moment. Something healthier than french fries and a burger. But first tell me about your lunch: what did you eat and how did you like it?"
It didn't take long for Steph to overtake Benjamin, and he didn't mind either. He could see how happy she was and that made him happy too. He did his best to keep up, but she was faster than he was. He too passed the agents and grinned when he saw how awestruck they were.
Maybe it would work out after all, the others were getting used to demons like Gaia and Steph. Maybe she'd be accepted for who she was soon.




Mr. Johnsson looked at the man on the other side of his desk. "We talked on the phone," he recalled when he recognised the voice. "You wanted to talk about Gaia, right?" He hadn't written down the appointment, but it was hard to forget that strange phonecall.
He gestured to the chair. "Please, sit down. How can I help you?"




"Don't try to talk," Morisson berated Carl. "Take it easy. Jase is..." He looked at what Jase was doing. "Just take it easy, okay? I'll handle it."
He jumped up when he saw Jase slam an angel into the ground. "Fucking hell, Jase! That's enough!" He walked forward, carefully. "I think they learned their lesson now." He glanced at the angels with spikes in their skin. "Right?"
Benjamin watched Dia go through the wall. If she went through a wall she should go through anything solid. Why didn't she go through him? Would it last? He hoped it would.
With Dia gone the cell seemed to shrink and he closed his eyes, reminding himself the cell was as big as it ever was and certainly big enough to move around and contain enough oxygen for him to breath.

The guard Dia had moved to shivered. Bloody draught, he thought.
The guards seemed to doubt for a moment and looked at each other. "But, well, the psychiatrist has studied for it," he muttered as Josh left, looking at his partner. "I'm sure she knows better how to treat patients than we do."
The other nodded to show he agreed.




"Right." Marc drove through the city and finally parked in a modest shopping street and turned off the engine. He put down a card that allowed him to stay in this spot for an hour. "We'll have to walk from here," he said. "It isn't far."
He opened the car door and stepped out, waiting for Steph to also exit the car before locking the door.
"It's nice to meet you," Michael said.
"It is, isn't it?. You take good care of Niccia, you hear? I will lift you up by your ears and throw you in the sea if you hurt her."
"Okay," Michael replied. "I will keep that in mind." A smile broke through. "It's good to see Niccia has such a good friend." He turned to Niccia. "Right?"

Benny nodded to Li, turning his face to the shadows. Right now he didn't spot anything, but he believed Li had seen something. Maybe it was worth keeping an eye on. With everything that had happened so far, it was better to be safe than sorry.




"I see," Andy said. "Sound like family. Or colleagues at work. There are always some you like to hang out with, others you'd prefer to ignore. And there are those you only see once a year." He looked at Varina as she poked her head out of the keystone. "Have you been in contact with Niccia or Gavin lately? My nephew crossed their path and now they're travelling together." He had a smile on his face. "I guess enjoying the company of a legendary Pokémon in human form runs in the family, but I'm certain I met the prettier one."

Kim returned the smile when she saw Varina, but looked at Andy when she heard his final sentence and sighed.
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