Oh, I'm so in.
I think I've even got my character concept. :3
I think I've even got my character concept. :3
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Brace yourself...Finals are coming.
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My mind is like yarn and squishy things and cute animals with a bunch of blood and skeletons over in the corner.
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All right. Bio. Let's do this.
Started RPing when I was about 12. Since then, I've become exceptionally more literate. I like me some SciFi, some spooky horror, and any sort of Dystopian setting.
In the real world, I'm a moderately interesting person. I'm majoring in Microbiology and minoring in philosophy. I sew corsets, knit warm fuzzy things, and never have enough money to travel to the places I want to see.
Started RPing when I was about 12. Since then, I've become exceptionally more literate. I like me some SciFi, some spooky horror, and any sort of Dystopian setting.
In the real world, I'm a moderately interesting person. I'm majoring in Microbiology and minoring in philosophy. I sew corsets, knit warm fuzzy things, and never have enough money to travel to the places I want to see.
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Right, I haven't been active in the OOC recently, but I think I'm gonna have to officially drop out. Real-life stuff, mostly school and my LARP group, is taking up most of my mental abilities. I've sat down to try to write a post here a few times, and I just can't seem to get anything out.
Sorry guys. I'm probably still gonna lurk occasionally to see where the story goes, though
Sorry guys. I'm probably still gonna lurk occasionally to see where the story goes, though
How are UV bullets a thing, but not UV lights?
A UV light is just a blacklight. Glow-bowling, tanning beds, etc.
A UV light is just a blacklight. Glow-bowling, tanning beds, etc.
"Go drink your fill; I'll wait up here," Hisako told Greyson, opening the door the the basement and pointing down the stairs.
Greyson mumbled a word of thanks once more, though she was not sure how intelligible it was this time. She looked down the stairwell for a moment before beginning the trek down. The first step, she nearly stumbled. Leaning heavily on the rail for support, she continued. If she fell down the stairs, she knew she would land in a crumpled heap at the bottom, and very well may not have the strength to get up. She took the stairs slowly, but finally reached the bottom. The darkness may have stopped a human. Weakened as she was, Greyson's eyes weren't as well-suited to it as usual. But she could still see clearly the shapes of the humans standing in the corner. Even if she couldn't have seen them, the scent was overbearing.
With a newly found energy, Greyson stumbled towards them. Normally, she would have hypnotized her target. Made sure that they wouldn't remember what was happening. But she was far too desperate right now to think of that. In any case, it looked as though someone else already had. The small woman targeted the closest man. In a fraction of a second, she had him knocked to the ground. Her teeth cleaved through the skin of his neck, piercing straight to his jugular. She drank thirstily, and messily. As she drank, she could feel her strength slowly returning. The agonizing pain of her wounds subsided as they began to knit themselves back together.
Before she realized the quantity to which she had indulged herself, the blood flow was slowing, and then stopping. With a frown, Greyson backed away from the man. Her vision was sharper now, and she could see the deathly pale shade of his skin. His eyes didn't blink, and he certainly didn't move.
She wiped some of the blood from her face, looking down at the corpse at her feet. With a quiet sigh, she shook her head. "I'm sorry," she said, resorting to English this time, her native tongue. It had been years since she had last killed anyone. Ordinarily, she would simply drink enough to keep herself alive, and leave. But she had never needed blood so desperately as she had tonight.
Silently, she walked back towards the stairs and made her way back up. Her clothes were still covered in blood, though not all of it was hers anymore.
Greyson mumbled a word of thanks once more, though she was not sure how intelligible it was this time. She looked down the stairwell for a moment before beginning the trek down. The first step, she nearly stumbled. Leaning heavily on the rail for support, she continued. If she fell down the stairs, she knew she would land in a crumpled heap at the bottom, and very well may not have the strength to get up. She took the stairs slowly, but finally reached the bottom. The darkness may have stopped a human. Weakened as she was, Greyson's eyes weren't as well-suited to it as usual. But she could still see clearly the shapes of the humans standing in the corner. Even if she couldn't have seen them, the scent was overbearing.
With a newly found energy, Greyson stumbled towards them. Normally, she would have hypnotized her target. Made sure that they wouldn't remember what was happening. But she was far too desperate right now to think of that. In any case, it looked as though someone else already had. The small woman targeted the closest man. In a fraction of a second, she had him knocked to the ground. Her teeth cleaved through the skin of his neck, piercing straight to his jugular. She drank thirstily, and messily. As she drank, she could feel her strength slowly returning. The agonizing pain of her wounds subsided as they began to knit themselves back together.
Before she realized the quantity to which she had indulged herself, the blood flow was slowing, and then stopping. With a frown, Greyson backed away from the man. Her vision was sharper now, and she could see the deathly pale shade of his skin. His eyes didn't blink, and he certainly didn't move.
She wiped some of the blood from her face, looking down at the corpse at her feet. With a quiet sigh, she shook her head. "I'm sorry," she said, resorting to English this time, her native tongue. It had been years since she had last killed anyone. Ordinarily, she would simply drink enough to keep herself alive, and leave. But she had never needed blood so desperately as she had tonight.
Silently, she walked back towards the stairs and made her way back up. Her clothes were still covered in blood, though not all of it was hers anymore.
I finally should be able to get a post up today.
Sorry for the absence, guys. Midterms. Midterms were hell.
Sorry for the absence, guys. Midterms. Midterms were hell.
I'll post tomorrow. Planning on spending the day studying math, so I'll use posting as a break once my brain starts to die.
I'm hella busy with school until holidays as well. Probably gonna be hella busy during holidays, too. But I'll cram time in for posts if you guys can be a bit patient with me. :)
True. But my character was still on good terms with her parents. I imagine she'd kind of like to keep that relationship intact, and returning to the Academy probably wouldn't exactly be great for that. Aside from pressuring her not to, no, they wouldn't actually be able to stop her. But they could definitely try.
Unless of course, like Eldritch mentioned, there's something that says students are obligated to complete the three years. There's probably some sort of liability issues with just creating human/mythic hybrids and letting them loose on society. XD
Unless of course, like Eldritch mentioned, there's something that says students are obligated to complete the three years. There's probably some sort of liability issues with just creating human/mythic hybrids and letting them loose on society. XD
All this talk of parenting has me thinking.
Ash's sister was killed in battle in her third year. I feel like it's unlikely her parents will be all "Oh? It's your third year at the academy? Yeah, we cool, go have fun!"
So there's likely a bit of tension between Ash and her parents this year. Hell, even she's probably unsure about doing the third year.
Ash's sister was killed in battle in her third year. I feel like it's unlikely her parents will be all "Oh? It's your third year at the academy? Yeah, we cool, go have fun!"
So there's likely a bit of tension between Ash and her parents this year. Hell, even she's probably unsure about doing the third year.
Whoo!
And now the waiting game begins.
And now the waiting game begins.
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