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@Gaviloquence Yes, you've just arrived. ;D
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My current baby
Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes: Join the witches or the hunters and they circle each other in a bleak world on the edge of annhilation. Can they come together long enough to hold back the great dark? Or will they fall to the void?
Stuff I'm in
Wolves of Redlake: A lovely little romp as a teenage werewolf. Run by the lovely @Nallore
Various 1x1's: I love the flexibility of a two person story. Group RPs will always have my heart, but they can be difficult to get off the ground. Feel free to PM me with any ideas you may have. I generally post once per week minimum and like high-casual to advanced as far as quality is concerned.
The Rest!
Hi! I'm a twenty five year old lesbian with alot of time on her hands! I've been role playing for about ten years now, although I'm new to the play by post format. I'm a pathfinder and Chronicles of Darkness veteran and still play with my group most weekends.
I'm generally pretty easy to get along with. My biggest pet peeves are:
Not informing me if you'll be away for an extended period of time. A PM or something in the OOC will do nicely. I understand life kicks all of us once in awhile, but try not to leave me hanging.
Negative people. We all get down, and that's fine. Happiness, however, is an outlook. I don't mind spending time cheering up a friend when they're usually a cheerful person. Optimism is a hell of a thing folks.
Metagaming. For obvious reasons. This has been the downfall of many a fun 'secret' plot. I usually opt for transparency, and like to surprise characters more than players. Metagaming makes that difficult.
Things I'll love you for:
Enthusiasm! This is the driving force behind any RP. When players and the GM are excited magical things can happen.
Adding to the world. I like a fleshed out world. Often times I'll leave things ambiguous so players can add to it with backstory or anything really.
Hatching your own subplot. The 'main' plot isn't the only thing going on right? Write me a story about some characters getting into hijinks. It gives the RP an organic feel that can't really be replicated otherwise.
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Weekend nearly killed me. My apologies. Feel free to drag me around and make me do stuff as penance.
a collab feat @Anima
Alyssa Paige
Kimberly Thatcher
Location: Riley's house then Alyssa's and finally the open road.
Interacting with: @Blackpanther's twins, @Nallore's Riley, and @Anima's Kimberly
Emerging from Riley's place after Alyssa, Kimberly noticed a few additions to their group compared to earlier. Recognizing many of them, she wondered where Morgan got to. Her twin told her she'd be coming with Alex. This wonder friend that Kimberly still had to meet. For someone to be able to get Morgan to come out on the teen's trip, well, Kimberly wanted to meet this Alex.
Seeing Riley wave her over, Kimberly made a beeline to her. "Sorry for poofing on ya. Lyssa thought she left her phone," Kimberly said. "Sorry I didn't say hi earlier Cass. So many things to do. Did I see a guitar case? Did you bring your guitar?"
Still unsure where Morgan was - even without Riley having to tell her to text her - Kimberly already had her phone out as she opened the text bubble to Morgan.
Morgy bear. Where you at?
Waiting for Alex.
Hurry up?
Sure sure.
Putting her phone away, Kimberly heard the tail end of Alyssa's search for a co-pilot. "Dibs. We'll talk on music," she said to Alyssa. "Morgan's on her way Ri-kins. Hopefully soon. Kinda wanna get this show on the road."
"Sure, come along." Alyssa lead Kimberly along the five minute walk to her house. They arrived at the two-story ranch house that Alyssa shared with her sister Emily. "You wanna step inside a bit? I need to bop in for my keys"
"We'll be right back," Kimberly said as she followed Alyssa back to her place. It was fortunate some folks were bringing their own car. It'd be one cozy trip in the RV to the lake otherwise. The walk to Alyssa's place thankfully didn't take too long. "Sure. Beats standing out here."
Alyssa tried the handle and found the door to be unlocked. With a groan she pushed her way inside. "Emily! What did I say about the door you little shit!" The 'shit' in question was seated on a small leather couch situated in front of a wide screen TV that dominated the wall of the cozy living room. The room also featured a pair of recliners and a glass topped coffee table in the center. The walls were decorated with the standard family photos that one would expect, and on shelves stood trophies earned by Alyssa's althletic career.
"You just left like...ten minutes ago or something." Emily stood and made her way to the fridge in the adjoining kitchen to retrieve a can of tea. Tossing it to Alyssa she giggled. "Have some caffiene sis, you get kinda bitchy without it."
While Kimberly didn't think leaving the front door unlocked was too terrible of a thing here in Red Lake, Alyssa clearly thought otherwise. Standing behind her, Kimberly was still surprised that the two sisters hadn't wrecked the place. She couldn't fathom living away from her parents. College was a different story. But when she still had a year in high school left? That's what she couldn't fathom.
Spotting Emily seated on one of the recliners situated in front of the TV, Kimberly waved to her. "Hey Em! Why does it feel like ages since I've last saw you?"
When Emily disappeard into the kitchen and came back with a can, Kimberly rolled her eyes. While there was certainly banter between herself and her siblings, she couldn't recall the last time she called any of them a 'bitch' or a 'little shit'. It's not that she disapproved. It was funny in a way. She wondered how Morgan would respond if she called her a 'little shit'. Well, 'bitch'. They were both the same age.
"So we gotta take that tea to go, Lys," Kimberly said. "Car keys. Em, are you okay by yourself? Need anything before we go munchkin?"
"Nah, I'm good. Lys has all my food pre-prepped and ready for the oven." Emily flashed Kimberly a grin. "And you likely haven't seen me because I like to 'ship' Lys with her friends - I call it sister-fiction - and it embarasses the crap out of her." Alyssa turned a deep red as she facepalmed at her sister's comment.
Kimberly looked over at Alyssa. She rose an eyebrow. "Wow. For a foul mouthed troll, you're really quite the mom," she said. About to tease even more, Kimberly was pretty sure her face had turned the same shade of red as Alyssa's when she heard Emily's sister fiction comment. She tried to recover albeit terribly done. "O-oh? What are the ships so far?"
"Don't encour-" Alyssa attempted to intervene, but found herself quickly over run by an outpourance of enthusiasm for her troubling younger sibling.
"Well I've written some Rilyssa, that's not bad, the whole bosses daughter angle is pretty good. Mirlyssa's not bad, mechanic meets student althlete and all that." Emily's eyes twinkled mischieveouly before she added her final pair. "But my OTP has to be Kimberlyssa, too good. Why can't you be gay Kimmy? Oh well, it's pretty in my head anyway." She let out a giggle as she flopped back into her seat on the couch.
It took every ounce of self-control for Kimberly to not lose her shit. The boss's daughter angle? The mechanic-athlete pairing? She never knew Emily could get so creative with Alyssa and her friends. What took the cake in her book was her and Alyssa. Was she gay? Most definitely. Did people know? Two people did. Did Emily know Kimberlyssa wasn't some fictional ship? Most definitely not. She'd have a field day on Alyssa if her sister did know.
"Kimberlyssa's the all time pick huh?" Kimberly said. "Well, thanks for sharing. More dirt to make your sis look like that," Kimberly said as she pointed towards Alyssa. "You know how hard it is to make her blush and stuff? Pretty hard. Well, maybe not for her friends, but ... you get the point."
Turning her focus on Alyssa, Kimberly smirked. "What's your OTP, Lyssa? Give some inspiration to the munchkin."
Emily turned towards Alyssa, evidently extremely interested in the answer. "Me? Uh...I...Um?" Alyssa fumbled, alternating her glare between Emily and Kimberly. 'Seriously Kimmy? What do you expect me to say?' She thought to herself.
Emily finally let her sister off the hook with a giggle. "Oh I already know your favorite sis, and I won't tell. Be nice Kimmy, I'll send you my fics if you want."
Trying to hold in an impending cackle of evil, she perked up at the chance of being send this fics that Emily wrote. "You know? Yeah, totally. Send them to me. Like I said, more dirt on Lyssa over here is never a bad thing."
Alyssa let out a sigh of relief, and with one last parting kiss on her sister's cheek made a beeline for the door. "Be good, don't die, and call me if you need anything ok? Love you."
Though Kimerly was curious to know Emily's take on Alyssa's OTP, she'd done enough damage already. The jabs of fun were just that. Fun. Nothing sinister at all though Kimberly was very aware she put her girl on the spot. Kept Alyssa on her toes. That's how she justified it to herself.
Following Alyssa out, Kimberly waved at Emily. "Remember, fics."
Outside once again with the door shut behind them, Kimberly laughed. "I'm ... so sorry Lyssa. I couldn't resist...!"
Alyssa turned a half-hearted glare on her girlfriend. "Couldn't resist huh? I think I turned purple!" She made her way over to Jeffery - her four door honda civic- and opened the door. "Don't read those Kimmy, she's...detailed in her artistic pursuits."
Kimberly reached over and gave Alyssa's hand a squeeze. "It was kinda cute," she said. Following Alyssa to her Honda civic - the infamous Jeffery - Kimberly opened her side and took co-pilot. She rose her eyebrow at Alyssa's comment. She smirked. "Afraid what I might find?"
Alyssa took her seat and started the car. Putting on her seatbelt she winked at Kimmy. "What I'm saying is that it includes smut...pages and pages of smut...featuring me and all of our friends, and you of course." She let out a small giggle as she pulled out of the driveway.
Kimberly erupted in laughter. "Oh my god! I'm in a erotica?" Feeling tears form around her eyes, she fastened her seatbelt. She took deep breaths. "Now I kinda want to see what miss Em's cooked up. Who knows? Maybe your little sis may have some rad tips."
Alyssa rolled her eyes. "Yeah, maybe. Her descriptions are...inspired to say the least." She put the car in gear and began their trip in earnest. "My little sister, smut writer extrodinaire. Why does it all have to feature me though?" She laughed shaking her head.
"Why indeed? That is the question. You're not helping my soaring curiosity," Kimberly said.
"We both know you'll read some of them, blush furiously, then put them away." Alyssa grinned. "Then later maybe you read the rest. I've given up on discouraging you." She shook her head. "And you torment me with them of course."
Kimberly laughed. "You know me all too well. But you see? What I'm really curious to read is what Em wrote about us," she said. "You never know. She might have a knack for it. Maybe we could even make it interactive..."
She looked out the window hiding her blush before looking back at Alyssa. Kimberly snuggled into her chair. Hesitantly, Kimberly reached over and placed her hand on Alyssa's leg. "I just realized this is our last year. It's depressing to think about..."
Alyssa nodded solemnly, she reached down and gave Kimmy's hand a brief squeeze before returning it to the wheel. "Yeah, then everyone goes off to college or whatever." She sighed. "I'm waiting to see if I get any athletic scholarships." She stole a pensive glance at Kimmy. "Have you made any plans?"
Keeping her hand on Alyssa's thigh, Kimberly traced small little circles with her fingertips. "It's either scholarship or loans for me. I'm hoping lacrosse will give me something," she said. "You think I'd make a good business woman? I've been thinking about trying for some big league business school. I mean, I can talk and stuff. Super competitive from what I've seen. My grades aren't too bad either. I don't know ...
"You'd look good in a suit, I know that for sure." Alyssa laughed. "I think you'd be great, at whatever you decide to go for. Those people skills of yours go a long way. I'm thinking coaching for myself, I like sports theory, and designing training regimens and all that."
"You think so? I mean, I'm kind of sociable. Fashion hasn't been too big of a problem for me either," she said. "I can totally see you coaching! A scary coach but pretty great.
Her eyes never leaving Alyssa's face for a second, Kimberly frowned ever so slightly. "We'll still ... you know. If things continue to work out?" she asked. "I think leaving you and Riley - you in particular - scares me the most."
Alyssa smiled softly and nodded. "I'm not eager to let go of this either ... why don't we take a look at our options later on?" She flashed Kimmy a quick wink. "Together, I'm sure we'll come up with something."
Kimberly nodded. "Right. Sorry. I'm jumping the gun. Yeah, we can definitely come up with something. Hope that didn't sound weird," Kimberly said."In the meantime, we still have a year left. Keep kicking ass in sports, I'm sure we'll get those freakin' rare athletic scholarships. Who knows? Maybe we might end up at the same place?"
Alyssa shook her head. "No, it's fine. Something important to think about, but maybe not too seriously yet." Alyssa's face adopted a resolute expression. Her voice was even and calm. "We've got as long as we like, and we will end up at the same place. It may be hard work, but love's hard work right? I'm ready to give everything I've got if you are."
Kimberly smiled. She shook her head ever so slightly. "Don't tell me I'm the only one who thought that sounded cheesy," she said. Though Alyssa was looking at the road, Kimberly gave her one of her trademark winks. "When and if I can come out, when and if I can hold your hand in public, and if you haven't gotten sick of me yet, then yeah. I'm all in. We talked about this earlier. I think?"
Biting her lip, she saw the RV come into view. "I wonder what would happen if the others knew. If my parents knew."
Alyssa ginned. "If the others knew they'd congratulate us, and torment me. They'd be fine, they were fine with me after all." She thought for a moment before continuing. "If you parents knew? Well...I don't know Mr. and Mrs. Thatcher as well as I'd like, but I think they'd learn to accept you. They do love you after all. Either way I'd be there, to help you with whatever may come."
Kimberly laughed. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temple. "Mr. and Mrs. Thatcher happen to be the most conservative folks you'll probably ever meet. I can deal with my friends. Them? God, it scares me to ever think about having that conversations," Kimberly said. "At least Morgan doesn't hate me. She knows about me. I hate twin link sometimes."
Alyssa pulled in behind the RV and parked. She killed the engine and turned to Kimberly before they got out. "Whenever you decide to tell whoever you decide to tell, I'm sure it'll work out. You've got good friends, and I think your parents might surprise you. I'll be here for you too, whenever you're ready, ok?"
Kimberly nodded. "The best friends I could've ever asked for," she said. "If you ever get a chance to sit down with my folks, I think you'll understand why I don't wanna have this conversation. But ... who knows?"
Taking advantage of their moment of privacy, Kimberly leaned over and gave Alyssa a quick peck on the lips. She felt her cheeks burn ever so slightly. She smiled shyly. "Way better than a dude's."
Alyssa Paige & Kimberly Thatcher
Alyssa Paige
Kimberly Thatcher
Location: Riley's house then Alyssa's and finally the open road.
Interacting with: @Blackpanther's twins, @Nallore's Riley, and @Anima's Kimberly
Emerging from Riley's place after Alyssa, Kimberly noticed a few additions to their group compared to earlier. Recognizing many of them, she wondered where Morgan got to. Her twin told her she'd be coming with Alex. This wonder friend that Kimberly still had to meet. For someone to be able to get Morgan to come out on the teen's trip, well, Kimberly wanted to meet this Alex.
Seeing Riley wave her over, Kimberly made a beeline to her. "Sorry for poofing on ya. Lyssa thought she left her phone," Kimberly said. "Sorry I didn't say hi earlier Cass. So many things to do. Did I see a guitar case? Did you bring your guitar?"
Still unsure where Morgan was - even without Riley having to tell her to text her - Kimberly already had her phone out as she opened the text bubble to Morgan.
Morgy bear. Where you at?
Waiting for Alex.
Hurry up?
Sure sure.
Putting her phone away, Kimberly heard the tail end of Alyssa's search for a co-pilot. "Dibs. We'll talk on music," she said to Alyssa. "Morgan's on her way Ri-kins. Hopefully soon. Kinda wanna get this show on the road."
"Sure, come along." Alyssa lead Kimberly along the five minute walk to her house. They arrived at the two-story ranch house that Alyssa shared with her sister Emily. "You wanna step inside a bit? I need to bop in for my keys"
"We'll be right back," Kimberly said as she followed Alyssa back to her place. It was fortunate some folks were bringing their own car. It'd be one cozy trip in the RV to the lake otherwise. The walk to Alyssa's place thankfully didn't take too long. "Sure. Beats standing out here."
Alyssa tried the handle and found the door to be unlocked. With a groan she pushed her way inside. "Emily! What did I say about the door you little shit!" The 'shit' in question was seated on a small leather couch situated in front of a wide screen TV that dominated the wall of the cozy living room. The room also featured a pair of recliners and a glass topped coffee table in the center. The walls were decorated with the standard family photos that one would expect, and on shelves stood trophies earned by Alyssa's althletic career.
"You just left like...ten minutes ago or something." Emily stood and made her way to the fridge in the adjoining kitchen to retrieve a can of tea. Tossing it to Alyssa she giggled. "Have some caffiene sis, you get kinda bitchy without it."
While Kimberly didn't think leaving the front door unlocked was too terrible of a thing here in Red Lake, Alyssa clearly thought otherwise. Standing behind her, Kimberly was still surprised that the two sisters hadn't wrecked the place. She couldn't fathom living away from her parents. College was a different story. But when she still had a year in high school left? That's what she couldn't fathom.
Spotting Emily seated on one of the recliners situated in front of the TV, Kimberly waved to her. "Hey Em! Why does it feel like ages since I've last saw you?"
When Emily disappeard into the kitchen and came back with a can, Kimberly rolled her eyes. While there was certainly banter between herself and her siblings, she couldn't recall the last time she called any of them a 'bitch' or a 'little shit'. It's not that she disapproved. It was funny in a way. She wondered how Morgan would respond if she called her a 'little shit'. Well, 'bitch'. They were both the same age.
"So we gotta take that tea to go, Lys," Kimberly said. "Car keys. Em, are you okay by yourself? Need anything before we go munchkin?"
"Nah, I'm good. Lys has all my food pre-prepped and ready for the oven." Emily flashed Kimberly a grin. "And you likely haven't seen me because I like to 'ship' Lys with her friends - I call it sister-fiction - and it embarasses the crap out of her." Alyssa turned a deep red as she facepalmed at her sister's comment.
Kimberly looked over at Alyssa. She rose an eyebrow. "Wow. For a foul mouthed troll, you're really quite the mom," she said. About to tease even more, Kimberly was pretty sure her face had turned the same shade of red as Alyssa's when she heard Emily's sister fiction comment. She tried to recover albeit terribly done. "O-oh? What are the ships so far?"
"Don't encour-" Alyssa attempted to intervene, but found herself quickly over run by an outpourance of enthusiasm for her troubling younger sibling.
"Well I've written some Rilyssa, that's not bad, the whole bosses daughter angle is pretty good. Mirlyssa's not bad, mechanic meets student althlete and all that." Emily's eyes twinkled mischieveouly before she added her final pair. "But my OTP has to be Kimberlyssa, too good. Why can't you be gay Kimmy? Oh well, it's pretty in my head anyway." She let out a giggle as she flopped back into her seat on the couch.
It took every ounce of self-control for Kimberly to not lose her shit. The boss's daughter angle? The mechanic-athlete pairing? She never knew Emily could get so creative with Alyssa and her friends. What took the cake in her book was her and Alyssa. Was she gay? Most definitely. Did people know? Two people did. Did Emily know Kimberlyssa wasn't some fictional ship? Most definitely not. She'd have a field day on Alyssa if her sister did know.
"Kimberlyssa's the all time pick huh?" Kimberly said. "Well, thanks for sharing. More dirt to make your sis look like that," Kimberly said as she pointed towards Alyssa. "You know how hard it is to make her blush and stuff? Pretty hard. Well, maybe not for her friends, but ... you get the point."
Turning her focus on Alyssa, Kimberly smirked. "What's your OTP, Lyssa? Give some inspiration to the munchkin."
Emily turned towards Alyssa, evidently extremely interested in the answer. "Me? Uh...I...Um?" Alyssa fumbled, alternating her glare between Emily and Kimberly. 'Seriously Kimmy? What do you expect me to say?' She thought to herself.
Emily finally let her sister off the hook with a giggle. "Oh I already know your favorite sis, and I won't tell. Be nice Kimmy, I'll send you my fics if you want."
Trying to hold in an impending cackle of evil, she perked up at the chance of being send this fics that Emily wrote. "You know? Yeah, totally. Send them to me. Like I said, more dirt on Lyssa over here is never a bad thing."
Alyssa let out a sigh of relief, and with one last parting kiss on her sister's cheek made a beeline for the door. "Be good, don't die, and call me if you need anything ok? Love you."
Though Kimerly was curious to know Emily's take on Alyssa's OTP, she'd done enough damage already. The jabs of fun were just that. Fun. Nothing sinister at all though Kimberly was very aware she put her girl on the spot. Kept Alyssa on her toes. That's how she justified it to herself.
Following Alyssa out, Kimberly waved at Emily. "Remember, fics."
Outside once again with the door shut behind them, Kimberly laughed. "I'm ... so sorry Lyssa. I couldn't resist...!"
Alyssa turned a half-hearted glare on her girlfriend. "Couldn't resist huh? I think I turned purple!" She made her way over to Jeffery - her four door honda civic- and opened the door. "Don't read those Kimmy, she's...detailed in her artistic pursuits."
Kimberly reached over and gave Alyssa's hand a squeeze. "It was kinda cute," she said. Following Alyssa to her Honda civic - the infamous Jeffery - Kimberly opened her side and took co-pilot. She rose her eyebrow at Alyssa's comment. She smirked. "Afraid what I might find?"
Alyssa took her seat and started the car. Putting on her seatbelt she winked at Kimmy. "What I'm saying is that it includes smut...pages and pages of smut...featuring me and all of our friends, and you of course." She let out a small giggle as she pulled out of the driveway.
Kimberly erupted in laughter. "Oh my god! I'm in a erotica?" Feeling tears form around her eyes, she fastened her seatbelt. She took deep breaths. "Now I kinda want to see what miss Em's cooked up. Who knows? Maybe your little sis may have some rad tips."
Alyssa rolled her eyes. "Yeah, maybe. Her descriptions are...inspired to say the least." She put the car in gear and began their trip in earnest. "My little sister, smut writer extrodinaire. Why does it all have to feature me though?" She laughed shaking her head.
"Why indeed? That is the question. You're not helping my soaring curiosity," Kimberly said.
"We both know you'll read some of them, blush furiously, then put them away." Alyssa grinned. "Then later maybe you read the rest. I've given up on discouraging you." She shook her head. "And you torment me with them of course."
Kimberly laughed. "You know me all too well. But you see? What I'm really curious to read is what Em wrote about us," she said. "You never know. She might have a knack for it. Maybe we could even make it interactive..."
She looked out the window hiding her blush before looking back at Alyssa. Kimberly snuggled into her chair. Hesitantly, Kimberly reached over and placed her hand on Alyssa's leg. "I just realized this is our last year. It's depressing to think about..."
Alyssa nodded solemnly, she reached down and gave Kimmy's hand a brief squeeze before returning it to the wheel. "Yeah, then everyone goes off to college or whatever." She sighed. "I'm waiting to see if I get any athletic scholarships." She stole a pensive glance at Kimmy. "Have you made any plans?"
Keeping her hand on Alyssa's thigh, Kimberly traced small little circles with her fingertips. "It's either scholarship or loans for me. I'm hoping lacrosse will give me something," she said. "You think I'd make a good business woman? I've been thinking about trying for some big league business school. I mean, I can talk and stuff. Super competitive from what I've seen. My grades aren't too bad either. I don't know ...
"You'd look good in a suit, I know that for sure." Alyssa laughed. "I think you'd be great, at whatever you decide to go for. Those people skills of yours go a long way. I'm thinking coaching for myself, I like sports theory, and designing training regimens and all that."
"You think so? I mean, I'm kind of sociable. Fashion hasn't been too big of a problem for me either," she said. "I can totally see you coaching! A scary coach but pretty great.
Her eyes never leaving Alyssa's face for a second, Kimberly frowned ever so slightly. "We'll still ... you know. If things continue to work out?" she asked. "I think leaving you and Riley - you in particular - scares me the most."
Alyssa smiled softly and nodded. "I'm not eager to let go of this either ... why don't we take a look at our options later on?" She flashed Kimmy a quick wink. "Together, I'm sure we'll come up with something."
Kimberly nodded. "Right. Sorry. I'm jumping the gun. Yeah, we can definitely come up with something. Hope that didn't sound weird," Kimberly said."In the meantime, we still have a year left. Keep kicking ass in sports, I'm sure we'll get those freakin' rare athletic scholarships. Who knows? Maybe we might end up at the same place?"
Alyssa shook her head. "No, it's fine. Something important to think about, but maybe not too seriously yet." Alyssa's face adopted a resolute expression. Her voice was even and calm. "We've got as long as we like, and we will end up at the same place. It may be hard work, but love's hard work right? I'm ready to give everything I've got if you are."
Kimberly smiled. She shook her head ever so slightly. "Don't tell me I'm the only one who thought that sounded cheesy," she said. Though Alyssa was looking at the road, Kimberly gave her one of her trademark winks. "When and if I can come out, when and if I can hold your hand in public, and if you haven't gotten sick of me yet, then yeah. I'm all in. We talked about this earlier. I think?"
Biting her lip, she saw the RV come into view. "I wonder what would happen if the others knew. If my parents knew."
Alyssa ginned. "If the others knew they'd congratulate us, and torment me. They'd be fine, they were fine with me after all." She thought for a moment before continuing. "If you parents knew? Well...I don't know Mr. and Mrs. Thatcher as well as I'd like, but I think they'd learn to accept you. They do love you after all. Either way I'd be there, to help you with whatever may come."
Kimberly laughed. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temple. "Mr. and Mrs. Thatcher happen to be the most conservative folks you'll probably ever meet. I can deal with my friends. Them? God, it scares me to ever think about having that conversations," Kimberly said. "At least Morgan doesn't hate me. She knows about me. I hate twin link sometimes."
Alyssa pulled in behind the RV and parked. She killed the engine and turned to Kimberly before they got out. "Whenever you decide to tell whoever you decide to tell, I'm sure it'll work out. You've got good friends, and I think your parents might surprise you. I'll be here for you too, whenever you're ready, ok?"
Kimberly nodded. "The best friends I could've ever asked for," she said. "If you ever get a chance to sit down with my folks, I think you'll understand why I don't wanna have this conversation. But ... who knows?"
Taking advantage of their moment of privacy, Kimberly leaned over and gave Alyssa a quick peck on the lips. She felt her cheeks burn ever so slightly. She smiled shyly. "Way better than a dude's."
@Anima I'm in, just gonna have to wait until a little later tonight.
A collab feat. @Ellion
Medusa paced her circular bed chambers. In her hands she held two rolled up scrolls. On one was written the name of everyone who'd ever betray her, on the other was listed the manner in which she'd die. The Elders stood around her, urging her to read them. Taunting her with the question she feared to know the answer to. "Will Lorelai come for me?" She let out a snarl of frustration as she sat on the foot of her bed.
Angharad let out a little yawn, she'd been watching Medusa struggle with opening the letters for the past hour and now she was rather bored. She slithered out of the blankets, the cool air prickling her naked skin. She then wrapped herself around the sitting form of Medusa and whispered in her ear. "The only way to know love, is to open them," She nipped the woman's ear. "You know, I still stand on the side of you burning them. Keep life a mystery,"
Medusa's face heated at the unexpected affection from Angharad, but then again everything the woman did was unexpected. "There's something I need to know, but I fear the answer to." She sighed. "Lorelai was my best friend, but I fear I've pushed her too far. I fear she's planning a coup, and I fear that if she does she'll succeed." Her eyes widened at her sudden admittance. "You can't tell anyone that though! You understand?"
Angharad reaching around, pulling Medusa's head to the side and placing a soft kiss on her lips. "I came here for you to be with you in this moment, and when the moment passes, I shall be elsewhere. There is no one for me to tell," Angharad then reached around, taking each of Medusa's hands in each of hers. "Friendships pull and push, perhaps this push will bring you closer, or pull you apart. You already know you want to look. Shall we open it together?"
Medusa simply nodded. Angharad had a certain...comforting madness about her. She was right, why delay and torture herself so. "When this moment ends, you'll have to visit me sometime." Medusa offered the other witch a shy smile. The scroll opened, and at the top in golden letters was her deepest nightmare: Lorelai Von'Strauss
Tears spilled over Medusa cheeks as she trembled with sadness and fear. "It's true then, the dragon of Von'Strauss comes for me." She set the scroll aside and rested her face in her hands as she began to weep.
Angharad slipped around Medusa, resting on her knees by the woman's feet. She lifted Medusa's skirt up to her knees, planting a soft kiss. "Knowing causes pain, it is the curse of the gift," She whispered. tracing circles on the woman's calves. "You cannot unknow now, but you can know what to do next," She then reached up, pulling the woman's hands down away from her face.
"Know what to do next!?" Medusa shivered from the warm sensation on her leg. When Angharad revealed her face her cheeks were stained with tears, but her eyes burned with madness. "How do you fortify your gates against Hell!? It will take everything I have to survive Ang..." She stroked the witch's cheek. "I'll have to begin immediately."
Medusa pulled Angharad from her perch at her feet towards her, she pressed her lips lightly onto the other woman's. "But perhaps I could use a little...relief first?"
"Wherever and whenever you need, I am but your humble servant," said Angharad, pushing Medusa back on the bed. She placed her legs on either side of the woman. "When one enters hell, it is best to get out before the devil even knows you're there," She dipped down, placing a kiss on the woman's neck. "Gather your friends before she can," She reached down, yanking Medusa's dress up towards her waist. "But, perhaps if we can talk battle plans, I might be doing something wrong right now,"
A couple of steamy hours later
"Medusa." Medusa was brought back to conscious thought be the voice of an Elder. "Do you plan to roll around naked with that...woman...while Lorelai prepares your demise?"
She opened her eyes, the room had grown darker since the earlier festivities. "Ang...darling, we'd best prepare don't you think?" She stroked the woman's hair listlessly. Medusa didn't really want to get up, but the Elders were rarely wrong. There was a part of Medusa that simply wanted to relax for the next few days she'd have, and hope for Lorelai's forgiveness. That was no way for a witch that wanted to keep her coven and castle to think however, she'd need to make plans, gather allies, and soon.
Angharad blinked up a Medusa, pushing herself up into a semi-seated position. "If you wish it," she said, she placed a soft kiss on Medusa lips, before sliding out of bed. "Or perhaps," She said, standing off to the side, "One might consider packing a bag and leaving this moment for another moment with me...and the sea,"
"Grethu never told you about what was coming did she?" Medusa swung her legs out over the floor as she took a sitting position at the edge of the bed. "Something's coming, the Elder's speak in hushed tones of it." Medusa paused to wipe the sleep from her eyes before standing. "Although I won't say I'm not tempted, I'm still needed here."
"My Grandmother knew I cared not to know what the future held," She said, pacing the room. "The deal being that when I want to know the future, I will have to see it for myself," Angharad walk towards the window where one of her children were sleeping. "However, I assumed as much, it was something that most of the seers chose not to face, my mother included,"
"Perhaps this moment will stretch until it's over...and when it passes we'll both be somewhere else? Near the sea, away from Von'Strausses and their Dragons?" Medusa made her way over to Angharad and slipped her arms around the woman. "Or would that be too much for an old witch to hope for?"
"We could seize the moment and take it with us to some place warm with sand and penguins and turtles," Ang then turned to face the woman. "But, if here is where you must stay, then here is where we are until the moment you let me take you somewhere better,"
"Thank you." Medusa closed the distance between their lips for a brief kiss before releasing her. "Shall we get to work then?" She grinned at her newfound companion.
Angharad gave a little bow, grinning "As you wish,"
"Dissention"
Medusa paced her circular bed chambers. In her hands she held two rolled up scrolls. On one was written the name of everyone who'd ever betray her, on the other was listed the manner in which she'd die. The Elders stood around her, urging her to read them. Taunting her with the question she feared to know the answer to. "Will Lorelai come for me?" She let out a snarl of frustration as she sat on the foot of her bed.
Angharad let out a little yawn, she'd been watching Medusa struggle with opening the letters for the past hour and now she was rather bored. She slithered out of the blankets, the cool air prickling her naked skin. She then wrapped herself around the sitting form of Medusa and whispered in her ear. "The only way to know love, is to open them," She nipped the woman's ear. "You know, I still stand on the side of you burning them. Keep life a mystery,"
Medusa's face heated at the unexpected affection from Angharad, but then again everything the woman did was unexpected. "There's something I need to know, but I fear the answer to." She sighed. "Lorelai was my best friend, but I fear I've pushed her too far. I fear she's planning a coup, and I fear that if she does she'll succeed." Her eyes widened at her sudden admittance. "You can't tell anyone that though! You understand?"
Angharad reaching around, pulling Medusa's head to the side and placing a soft kiss on her lips. "I came here for you to be with you in this moment, and when the moment passes, I shall be elsewhere. There is no one for me to tell," Angharad then reached around, taking each of Medusa's hands in each of hers. "Friendships pull and push, perhaps this push will bring you closer, or pull you apart. You already know you want to look. Shall we open it together?"
Medusa simply nodded. Angharad had a certain...comforting madness about her. She was right, why delay and torture herself so. "When this moment ends, you'll have to visit me sometime." Medusa offered the other witch a shy smile. The scroll opened, and at the top in golden letters was her deepest nightmare: Lorelai Von'Strauss
Tears spilled over Medusa cheeks as she trembled with sadness and fear. "It's true then, the dragon of Von'Strauss comes for me." She set the scroll aside and rested her face in her hands as she began to weep.
Angharad slipped around Medusa, resting on her knees by the woman's feet. She lifted Medusa's skirt up to her knees, planting a soft kiss. "Knowing causes pain, it is the curse of the gift," She whispered. tracing circles on the woman's calves. "You cannot unknow now, but you can know what to do next," She then reached up, pulling the woman's hands down away from her face.
"Know what to do next!?" Medusa shivered from the warm sensation on her leg. When Angharad revealed her face her cheeks were stained with tears, but her eyes burned with madness. "How do you fortify your gates against Hell!? It will take everything I have to survive Ang..." She stroked the witch's cheek. "I'll have to begin immediately."
Medusa pulled Angharad from her perch at her feet towards her, she pressed her lips lightly onto the other woman's. "But perhaps I could use a little...relief first?"
"Wherever and whenever you need, I am but your humble servant," said Angharad, pushing Medusa back on the bed. She placed her legs on either side of the woman. "When one enters hell, it is best to get out before the devil even knows you're there," She dipped down, placing a kiss on the woman's neck. "Gather your friends before she can," She reached down, yanking Medusa's dress up towards her waist. "But, perhaps if we can talk battle plans, I might be doing something wrong right now,"
A couple of steamy hours later
"Medusa." Medusa was brought back to conscious thought be the voice of an Elder. "Do you plan to roll around naked with that...woman...while Lorelai prepares your demise?"
She opened her eyes, the room had grown darker since the earlier festivities. "Ang...darling, we'd best prepare don't you think?" She stroked the woman's hair listlessly. Medusa didn't really want to get up, but the Elders were rarely wrong. There was a part of Medusa that simply wanted to relax for the next few days she'd have, and hope for Lorelai's forgiveness. That was no way for a witch that wanted to keep her coven and castle to think however, she'd need to make plans, gather allies, and soon.
Angharad blinked up a Medusa, pushing herself up into a semi-seated position. "If you wish it," she said, she placed a soft kiss on Medusa lips, before sliding out of bed. "Or perhaps," She said, standing off to the side, "One might consider packing a bag and leaving this moment for another moment with me...and the sea,"
"Grethu never told you about what was coming did she?" Medusa swung her legs out over the floor as she took a sitting position at the edge of the bed. "Something's coming, the Elder's speak in hushed tones of it." Medusa paused to wipe the sleep from her eyes before standing. "Although I won't say I'm not tempted, I'm still needed here."
"My Grandmother knew I cared not to know what the future held," She said, pacing the room. "The deal being that when I want to know the future, I will have to see it for myself," Angharad walk towards the window where one of her children were sleeping. "However, I assumed as much, it was something that most of the seers chose not to face, my mother included,"
"Perhaps this moment will stretch until it's over...and when it passes we'll both be somewhere else? Near the sea, away from Von'Strausses and their Dragons?" Medusa made her way over to Angharad and slipped her arms around the woman. "Or would that be too much for an old witch to hope for?"
"We could seize the moment and take it with us to some place warm with sand and penguins and turtles," Ang then turned to face the woman. "But, if here is where you must stay, then here is where we are until the moment you let me take you somewhere better,"
"Thank you." Medusa closed the distance between their lips for a brief kiss before releasing her. "Shall we get to work then?" She grinned at her newfound companion.
Angharad gave a little bow, grinning "As you wish,"
@Fetzen What are good 'blocks' of time we could reasonably expect you to be available during?
@Meiyuki It was mentioned above. ;)
My excitment occassionally gets in the way of my reading comprehension. xD
@Zhaliora Dibs on the scientist then! I'll get to work on the CS. Is there any art style preference for the FC?
@Fetzen If you don't mind me asking what is your timezone precisely? Perhaps you could fine some people who can meet your schedule and 'partner up' so to speak?
I'm thinking either a combat scientist or a operative depending on availablility if someone could clue me in as to the status of the ratio.
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