MarshiestMallow

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Myra

interacting with NPCs
LocationCallie Lenson’s Inn

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Myra stared out the window for a few moments, utterly frustrated. Why did children have to be so… utterly unreasonable? Did they seriously expect her to know everything, off the top of her head? Magically? Everyone else around her might be Supernatural, but she was just plain old vanilla human. Kick ass plain old vanilla human, but still human. She couldn’t pull information out of thin air- it took her ten minutes just to deal with setting her own damn alarm when she got a new phone. And James expected her to pull up information at the snap of a finger? Where Sombra got her talent with computers, Myra would never know. What the hell was she meant to do? Trace the girls phone? Not only was it illegal, Myra couldn’t do it from where she was, and she certainly wasn’t going to ask someone at the station to do it.

Fucking Hell! She’d done a shitload just to make sure no one would look too closely at the attack! How was she illegally meant to keep track of the kids, when Zoé could do that easily enough? What the hell did he expect of her?! Her hands curled into fists, anger burning through every cell of her body, it seemed, or at least to her. She almost wanted to go hunt him down and punch him again- there was something about the fact that she could just keep on hitting him and knowing that he would heal that was oddly satisfying.

She knew that that would get her no where, however and she sighed bitterly to herself. She didn’t even have Arlo there. Right then, it seemed like the pup was the only one who wasn’t angry at her. She turned away from the window, sitting down on the bed, she took out her phone, glaring at the thing as if daring it to play up and make things harder than they had to be. The little worm wanted her to do something, to help out “Family”, then she’d bloody well do it to shove it up his ass, despite the fact it would take her three times as long, if not more, to do it. The little shit thought he was better then her, well if he cared about his sister so much, he’d fucking well call her himself- grow some damn balls and face his baby sister, or go to the damn hospital himself. So quick to judge about her, but what the hell was he doing?

He talked about “helping family” but what the hell had he done the last five years but make his, and her own family, suffer and wonder where they were, for five fucking years? Disappearing off the face of the earth, no trace, no sign, just running the first chance they got, running away, not given them any sign they were alive, over the five years, he didn’t seem to care about family then! “Thought we were doing the right thing!” Bullshit! Letting them know that they were alive, that would have been the right thing, and Myra wouldn’t have had to worry every single day that her daughter was dead somewhere, unclaimed, a “Jane Doe”. Wouldn’t have had to worry that her baby girl was hurt, or in trouble somewhere, for five years… he could talk big about being helpful to family, but what had he done, these last five years, but hurt family?

She dropped her head into her hands, one hand holding the phone. She missed her. She missed her baby girl, and to have her be so close, yet still so far away… it was a constant ache in her heart, and to be reminded of everything she’d missed… everything she would miss by that… by that fucking worm… it was too much. Tears she hadn’t wanted to fall fell unbidden, stinging her eyes, even as she tried to stifle the sobs that wanted to come out, pushing them back, trying to get control of herself once more.

She didn’t want to lose Sombra again, but knew that one way or another, she would. Sombra had a life, and it was quite clear that Myra wasn’t going to have a say in whether or not she’d have a part in it.

That was up to Sombra, and Sombra had always had a mind of her own, a strong will that rivaled even hers. She wanted Sombra to stay more than life itself, wanted to be apart of her life, of her grandchild’s life… more than anything in the world. She wondered briefly, fleetingly if maybe Sombra would consider naming the child after Damien, if it was a boy. The thought of her lost brother caused her to sigh, even as she wiped her eyes. He’d just disappeared into the wind, and nothing had found him. She was supposed to be the oldest, be the responsible one, and make sure her siblings were both okay, and what happened? Zoé got attacked by a werewolf, turned, and Damien went missing.

She seemed doomed to be good at protecting others, and poor at protecting her family. And even the protecting others wasn’t that great, letting a whole group of kids be attacked right under her nose…

She wiped any evidence of the tears away, not fussed about her jacket, looking to her phone once more, before she dialed the familiar number for the station. As one of her staff answered, Myra said ”Pull up information on the Burke Girl” She made her tone as no nonsense as she could, “Ping her phone, find out where it was last used, or as close to it as possible. She might have something she can tell us. If anyone says anything, tell them I’ve ordered it”

She could damn well lose her job over this, so the little shit better be happy about it. And if he wasn’t, well, fuck him. -As she waited for the information, confirming that yes, his sister was a better person then he’d ever be, and was at the hospital with, she assumed, her injured friends, she ended the call. She threw her phone on the bed, dropping her head into her hands once more.

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Cody Treadwell

^{Location Zoè Flores’s house
Interaction withAron Brooks (NPC)}

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Alone in the house as Zoé and Damien left, Cody turned to Aron, trying to keep himself calm, but… it was hard, knowing something was going on, something almost deadly serious. Who had died? Did they know who it was? If it had been Syleste or Sebastian, someone would have told them by now, of that Cody was certain. Gage, or Cassie, or Miri, or maybe all through would have texted or called… and there was nothing on his phone. Sighing softly, he tried to calm himself by focusing on Aron… but...

He turned away, walking down the hallway, shaking slightly. He went through the motions of locking the place up, although he suspected a locked door wouldn’t do much against anyone, let alone the wolf that had attacked them. He just had to hope that they were safe enough… it gave him something to do as he checked the doors, and windows, a rhythmic task that let him focus, if only slightly.

He stopped out the window, waiting a moment or two, to see if maybe Zoé was coming back, knowing he was being childish, but… he was worried, more than a little scared, and freaked out. He looked to Aron silently, wanting to comfort him… he’d loved … or thought he’d loved Aron for years… and he didn’t want him to be, well, feeling like Cody was now. Yet it seemed wrong to try and give him comfort, when someone was hurt… when their friends were hurt… it seemed wrong to be okay, when others weren’t, because of the same thing…

”I’m sorry… “ he said softly to Aron, who didn’t seem to see that anything was truly amiss with him. Which only served to make things worse. Turning away from Aron, he retreated to the living room, sighing and sitting on the couch, checking his phone again. When Aron joined him, he looked up, and managed a smile, reaching out for him. If their friends had been hurt, or harmed, Cody was sure that by now someone would have contacted them. So… things were okay with their friends…

He pulled Aron into his arms, and leaned against him, still worried… but letting himself enjoy Aron’s warmth, and his soothing scent as it washed over him. Whatever was going on, they were sure to know soon enough, wouldn’t they? There was no use trying to figure out what had happened… Cody was sure that if it had had anything to do with any of their friends, then Zoé would have said something, if only to ease their minds. He lay his head on Aron’s shoulder, trying to still his rapidly thinking mind, finally sighing, he rose once more, searching the house until he returned with a notepad and pencil, settling back down beside Aron, using him to lean against, tilting his head to look at him for a moment, and smiling.

If he acted like he was at ease, then…. Maybe he could stop from freak out. Settled, or at least as close to it as seemed possible right then, Cody stared at the blank lined page in front of him a moment, thinking, before he started to write.

♆ 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

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Kalinda

Location Meeting ground, in front of the obstacle tower

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Kalinda watched the others on the obstacle course, knowing that if any of them fell, it would be up to her siblings and herself to heal them. It was always a little… boring watching other campers climb the tower- Kalinda never really wanted to try herself, what was the point? Her strengths lay else were, not in physical competition. A fine way to get hurt, that was. And Kalinda didn’t have anything to prove. Watching Imogen tackle the course, however, was interesting. The girl rarely exposed herself to such things, and indeed often seemed a bit of a wall flower. Kalinda wondered if perhaps things were changing in the camp. She supposed it was only logical, they were all growing, maturing, and learning things about themselves here. And yet, sometimes it was all Kalinda could do to hold on, and keep from spiraling herself.

Taking her gaze away from the shy girl, Kalinda caught a very familiar blonde head, and almost dropped her head into her hands. Chaos chittered about, jumping around her feet, demanding attention, but Kalinda couldn’t give it right them. Why, why why was Ariana on the tower? Why, when she hadn’t taken her medications? She just had to hope that Ariana didn’t get hurt… that would make it near impossible to give her her medications- like it wasn’t already. And then, if something happened, it would be Kalinda’s fault- not that she cared about that, she worried what it would do to Ariana.

Watching the girl, Kalinda swallowed around a lump in her throat- was it her heart? That was sure beating fast itself. Ariana just didn’t have a good sense of self… she thought she could do something, and generally she could… but damn it, she hadn’t had her meds yet. When the course was over, after some drama, Kalinda let out a relieved sigh, having lost sight of Ariana, she hoped the girl was climbing back down to safety. As the course came to a close, with Dionysus and Chiron appearing, Kalinda turned to face them, scooping up Chaos, and stroking her with one hand.

A quest? A stolen dove. Why would they blame Alan for it? He was almost as much a wallflower as Imogen was. There was no way he could have stolen anything. Kalinda sighed, resigned to how the gods treated them- oh, her father was okay, and she knew some of the other gods were, but sometimes she thought that they had them in this camp simply because it was easier than actually dealing with them head on. She pushed those thoughts aside, shifting and glancing about her, barely taking in the commotion that was going on. Deon was simply being Deon- an ass. It was relieving to see that others went to Alan’s aid, and gave Kalinda a bit of hope that maybe, they wouldn’t be like their parents.

Shaking her head to get rid of those thoughts, Kalinda looked around for Ariana, knowing she should get the girl to take her meds, before anything happened. Had she gotten down from the course yet? Kalinda looked up the tower, thoughtful.

♆ 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

Pierre Niore

^{Location: The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
Interacting With: Erin Chase, Syleste Niore, Ky’ vie Morgan (@Vicier), Deon Alexander, Alan Carpenter (@YoshiSkittlez) Simon Riddle (@Ghost Shadow), Niesha and Michael Stevenson,}

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As Dionysus and Chiorn addressed the camp, Pierre shifted from where he had been, just addressing the group his sister was in, to watch the two, taking in what was being said, as well as flicking his gaze over towards Alan, when he was addressed. What was going on? He kept his attention on the announcement, the interaction, frowning. Would the gods always have a prejudice based on things that had happened, in years gone by? He knew the answer to that- of course. They were terrible at holding a grudge, their own histories represented that fact. Pierre sighed, flicking his gaze towards Deon at the boys outcry, at his simple arrogance- and Pierre thought, jealous that his own father wouldn’t choose him for this task.

Although he suspected that Deon wouldn’t even understand jealousy. As Niesha and Baxley came to Alan’s defence, Pierre shifted, turning back towards his sister, and the group she was with, reaching out towards her, to let her know he was there, ”Looking after Prince, I see. Probably didn’t take much coaxing to bring him with you” he said, trying for amusement, but knowing it fell flat in the seriousness of the situation, looking back over his shoulder as Ky’ vie spoke, going to Alan’s defence as well.

Pierre agreed with her words. The gods were just looking for a scapegoat, they had no clue who had stolen the dove, so they were falling back onto an already tainted camp lineage. Did they not realise that their actions would just make things harder? Probably, and they probably didn’t care. Most of the gods rarely took an interest in their children’s lives. Even with Chiron’s words, it did little to dispel that idea- in fact, it just reinforced the fact that the gods had no idea. They just wanted someone to blame.

As Deon continued to be an ass, Pierre was tempted to step in, but Ky’ vie once more had it. Pierre paused a moment, before he raised his voice ”I’m pretty sure Percy Jackson was no Percy Jackson in the beginning, Alan. We all have to start somewhere, after all. And Percy Jackson had companions with him- something that you’d assume you’d have as well” He said, seeking to give Alan something to hold onto, and looking to Chiron to confirm that thought.

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Callie Lenson

Location: Secluded area, Callie’s training area→ in front of Leo and Magnus
Interacting with Seraphina Astarte (@Vicier), Xerses Arvanitis (@YoshiSkittlez)

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She tried. She really did, for the other woman’s sake, not to scream, not to yell, not to let her pain show, but she couldn’t help it. Yet as the disinfectant was placed, no matter how gently, onto her wounds… it stung. It burned, the cleansing fire of the chemicals seeking to do their work, fighting against god knows what had been on the werewolves claws, teeth, and for a brief moment, Callie imagined them chasing away the microscopic bacteria and microorganisms being banished by the painful liquid.

A cleansing of sorts.

It couldn’t cleanse the guilt, the pain, the fear she felt at Alexis’s death- for Callie knew that no matter how fast Leo was, no matter how skilled he was, he would be too late. The girl was dead. Callie had seen that, she’d seen death before. She knew it was too late, and that pain was a million times worse than her injuries ever could be. She wanted to curl up around the ache in her heart, the black hole in her stomach that seemed to suck everything, all her joy, happiness, warmth away, leaving only a black sucking hole that seemed to ebb pain, even as her body echoed with pain.

”I’m sorry… “ she whispered to Seraphina, even as someone else’s voice pierced through the fog of pain and grief in her mind, her heart, her soul, shouting out to Seraphina… Callie barely paid any attention to it. She shouldn’t be here, bringing even more complications with her on the woman helping her, but she couldn’t go to the hospital- that much she knew. Another attack? So close to the teens? Someone was bound to ask more questions, and a police chief protection probably wouldn’t be enough to stay off the radar.

”I’m making things hard for you… “ her voice was cracked, probably from the screaming, and thick despite that- from the emotions she was feeling. Emotions were bad, if she was going to use more magic…

If she ever used magic again.

That thought sent a jolt through her, and she nearly did curl around herself, only resisting when she realised it would make things that much harder for Seraphina. Magic had gotten her into this mess… magic had seen Alexis killed… what had magic ever done for her? Tears trickling down her cheeks once more, leaving tracks down the grim there, Callie closed her mouth tightly. She would try, and try hard, to not make another sound. She didn’t want to be causing someone else suffering.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Okay good cause I stared at it for like thirty minutes XD

I think I should give up on trying to study today.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Hang on.

Help me here. Not doing too good today. Bad headache. Making my head scrambled.

Do I have to pm?

I'm on a case right, now?

Which is probably my post since Riley responded to Niesha... but I don't know.

But I'm also happy for Nallore to start it XD cause right now I don't think I could even find my way to making a Pm with you guys Lol

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

You know. Sometimes I look at this roleplay. And I think back to the first start.

Damn.

We've come a loooong way even if it doesn't seem like it.

Digimon: Reign of the Demon Lords

Tabitha

Tabitha skipped out of school, happily, seeming to be in a world of her own- as she often was. She didn’t care what others thought about herself, she liked who she was. Glancing to her phone, thinking that maybe she should see if some of the others wanted to catch up, someday, she saw the message that was displayed over the screen when she opened up the digi app. Curious, she stopped where she was a moment, pursing her lips in thought. She pressed okay, thinking what could happen if she did, and then stared at the words that appeared on the screen. Go home? That seemed a bit weird. How would the app know if she was home or not, connected to her home network? What sort of event was this, that you had to do something so specific? She stood there deliberating for a time, before she started off home.

Tabitha always walked home from school, often skipping most of the way, today was no exception, as she stopped to pluck a flower now and then as she occasionally did on her walks to and from school. She didn’t think that she was in any hurry, the messages hadn’t said that there was a time limit, besides, she wanted to enjoy things a little. It was always nice to dawdle a bit on the last day of school. The air smelled like freedom.

She happily walked, thinking what the messages could mean, soon coming onto her place. The small apartment was nevertheless homey, some of Tabitha’s art sprawled over the door, and the frame, and she laid a hand over it a moment, as she opened the door. Her mother wasn’t home. That was to be expected… she almost always worked herself to death… sighing softly, she crouched down and stroked the fat grey cat, Galahad as he lounged by the door, waiting for attention that he rightly thought was his due.

Looking around the clean house, Tabitha chucked her bag on the couch, making a not to remove it before her mother got home. She got herself a snack (going straight for the cookies, despite the fact she wasn’t meant to) and a drink (Chocolate milk, filling it nearly halfway full of the delicious chocolate syrup), before she headed to her room, setting both the plate and the glass on the night stand. Her room was rather bright and colourful, due partly to the fact that she had painted all four walls with her own artwork, and the bright multi-coloured blanket on her bed.

She settled back, wriggling out of her school clothes and into comfy clothes, before she reached out for her phone, opening the app, connecting to her home network. She was taken aback when a voice came from her phone, and she very nearly dropped it, staring at it. It had never done that before. Had it? She was sure that it had always been written word. She pondered that a moment, and then the screen went black, and she blinked. Had it died? But it had had nearly a full charge… reaching over and plugging it in, she frowned when the charging light didn’t come on.

Mum won’t be able to replace it if it’s broken… . And it would just give her mother more stress than she needed. Tabitha poked the screen. Which made it begin to glow, and she grinned thinking that she had fixed it, but then it seemed like the glow was consuming everything, and Tabitha squealed, going to throw the phone away before the world went black.

She woke to a white curtain, and for a frightful moment she thought that she had gone blind, before she realised that it was soft… and creamy. And warm. And moving. She nearly squealed again, a voice reaching her ears.

”Tabitha! Tabi! Wake up!”. Tiny hands shook her, and for a moment, she wondered if she’d fallen asleep, and her mother had shrunk… she blinked, shaking her head. ”I’m awake, I’m awake!” she mumbled, shaking herself, and sitting up, looking around and blinking. Where was she? Her gaze fell onto the being that had been trying to wake her. ”Wha-?”

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Coronamon

Coronamon stood on the edge of the group of digimon, rolling his eyes at the dramatics of it all. Why did they have to go through this? Seemed a bit stupid to him. He scoffed at the little digimon, Terriermon’s, excitement. You’d think the little twit had never had something exciting happen to him. ”"Yes, yes, we know they're here, Terriermon. We are not blind, nor are we deaf" he said weary of the little digimon already.

How long was he going to have to put up with the kids cheerfulness?

As the others made way to their “Partners” Coronamon stayed back, rolling his eyes, arms crossed over his chest. He eventually walked over to Oliva, ”Oi. Ya gonna lay there all day? I ain’t gonna drag your butt along, ya known”

Beyond the Storms

”i know. We will get you both out safely” she promised Raymond, giving him a smile, hoping it was reassuring, and glancing to Edward.

”No, I just think well under pressure is all” Luna said, grinning wildly. If you couldn’t grin in bad times, when could you smile, and truly mean it? She watched as he fumbled with the cube, glowing as he held it to the doors, holding her breath, hoping that she guess correctly, waiting for an error, for something that would tell them that they were screwed, but an opening formed, and she let out the breath in a woosh of air.

Luna followed Edward through the hole, stopping only long enough to help Raymond and Juliette through, before she followed after Edward, glad she was relatively fit. You couldn’t nurse if you were breathless every five minutes, after all. She caught up with Edward, grinning at him, "When this is over, maybe you should do some training with me, seems we keep ending up in trouble" She said, her breathing slightly hard. but stopped, looking about them, at the room they were looking at, totally awed. She had never seen anything quite like it... the sheer technology of it all seemed more then foreign, it seemed positively alien. Just how far progressed had their long long long lost ancestors been? Something had to have happened to cause their civilisation to die out, and the current one to be born. But what, with the sheer… awe-inspiring craftsmanship?

She tried to imagine what this place would have been used for. Some sort of controls, but for what? Luna wasn’t sure. It all seemed strange, and she knew she should expect the unexpected, but there was expecting it and being ready for it. It seemed that each new thing they saw, there was something even more amazing behind it, waiting to be seen, to be lived through once more. She would never grow tired of this, never think it was old. Instead, her mind leapt with possibilities. What else would they find, and could it totally revolutionise the way they lived? Was there medical advancements that would change how they treated people? Could they save more people?

She was jolted out of her thoughts but Edward’s shouts, and realised she had been stationary thinking for a few moments. Blushing with embarrassment, she glanced about, trying to figure out what to do, but for once, she was at a total loss for answer. She followed him towards the cervice in the wall, watching what he was doing, and as they began to fall, she cursed, looking about wildly for something that they could use to protect themselves, even as she lunged towards Edward, “Ed!” She tried to see if they could get to Juliette and Raymond.