Merule

Who Will Break? ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

Zach is stiff and uncomfortable under the priest's hand as he comforts him, and he forces himself to relax at least a little at the touch. He stays back as the humans shuffle around, the police offers taking statements here and there and the priests fussing rather more uselessly. He focuses on looking closed-off and upset in case someone looks at him, but inside he is seething.

The priest got hurt. He hadn't even noticed, but somewhere in the whole mess the priest got hurt and now there's a roil of anger inside of him that he can't do anything with. It doesn't even matter. He's just some dumb mortal who can't even take care of himself apparently. Dumb mortals hurt each other all the time, and this doesn't even make the scale of the bad shit Zach's seen over the years. It shouldn't rattle him. It doesn't.

If anything, he's just... annoyed. That idiot came blundering into his house and messed up his priest- er, his mark that is- and Zach did bloody fuck-all. There's a shiver under his skin that he stubbornly ignores, a reminder that this young and harmless form is not the only one he could possess. It would be so easy to catch the brute unawares some time, without the pesky complexities of witnesses and busybodies blathering about 'the sanctity of life'. Hell, there was plenty of damage he would be able to do without leaving even a mark.

But the girl is out of the room again and looking like she might crumble at the slightest provocation, so Zach doesn't let any of his darker thoughts make it to his face. He just stands around in the background, looking slightly shaken yet still encouraging. Just some harmless human thinking worried thoughts.

The priest, of course, is a self-sacrificing idiot who doesn't stop fussing over others even when he is in obvious pain. Does he really think he's fooling anyone with those careful movements and aborted twitches every time his body tries to move its left arm before he remembers he shouldn't? Then again, none of the assorted humans outside seemed to have made him sit down and take it easy, so perhaps they really just were such big idiots.

"Oh no you don't," he says when the priest starts making tea, gently but firmly taking the tea pot out of his hands.

"No more fussing over others until you get checked out. Did you honestly think I wouldn't notice?" He abandons the teapot on the sink and waves the priest over to a chair.

"I don't know whether to feel offended that you apparently think I'm stupid, or to worry whether that asshole gave you a concussion as well. Take off your shirt." He's taking out the first aid kit from where he'd seen Kiel grab it before.

"Oh, don't give me that look. Someone's going to have to make sure you're not going to puncture a lung with a broken rib, and you lost your chance when you didn't ask for a doctor to check you up earlier. Don't worry, I'm not going to assault your virtue or whatever." He rolls his eyes.

"Or would you rather take the chance that Sarah will find you drowned in your own blood in the morning? Because I'm sure that would go over real well." It's a low blow, and he knows it. He just doesn't care. Honestly, the chances of it being that bad are pretty slim, but he's not feeling very charitable towards the priest at the moment.

Who Will Break? ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

He has to admit, the shouting man is a surprise. Neither the priest nor the girl seem to be, though, and before Zach can fully grasp what is happening Sarah is off towards the back, while Kiel strides out the door. Zach follows him at a distance, keeping a worried frown on his face even though he kind of wants to roll his eyes over the bullshit the other man is spewing. Sarah's father, no doubt. Charming.

The man might be an insignificant mortal, but Zach still feels himself seethe when he sees him shove the priest from his position at the door. His first instinct is to rush out there, to give the brute something he can really scream about, but he clamps down on that. What could he do? Kiel is keeping calm even in the face of threatened violence, and there's a whole bunch of priests watching on as well. In another situation Zach might step right in the middle. It would be easy to goad the brute into beating on him, which in turn might give someone else and excuse for retribution. But it's not like any of these priests are going to beat the snot out of him, and Zach is in no position to make a stand with help of the law. According to human laws, he doesn't exist, and he knows that that will make it difficult to get the human out of the picture.

No, loath as he is to admit it, stepping in would only make things worse. He slowly slinks back into the house, and eventually ends up sitting in front of the room the girl has locked herself into. He can hear her crying through the wood, choked off little gasps that she's muffling well enough that this can't be the first time she's had to do it.

Zach doesn't care for humans- he doesn't- but this is just... It's pitiful, is what it is. That must be why it makes him so angry. That and listening to the bullshit the man is spewing out there, loud enough to carry all the way into the little cabin. He starts singing without really noticing it, a soulful little tune that he picked up a couple of decades ago in a country on the other side of the world. By all accounts it shouldn't be enough to drown out the shouting, but he lets his voice take on the unnatural cadence of his nature and suddenly it's the most interesting thing in the room. He's not supposed to, of course, but what could this little girl tell anyone anyways?

It doesn't take long then for the sniffling to quiet down, the shouting outside still audible, but suddenly the easiest thing in the world to ignore. Even Zach stops focusing on the world outside their little bubble for a few moments, drawing out the notes until he is pretty sure the kid's calmed down as much as she's going to.

"Hey kid," he mutters then, voice soft but still perfectly audible to the human child on the other side of the door.

"Do you ever wish he was dead?" The question would seem terribly out of place from anyone else, but from Zach it just sounds like a casual question.

"No need to answer now. Just think about it. Let me know if you ever make up your mind." There's still the hint of otherworldliness to his voice. Enough that she'll be able to pass it off to her imagination should she want to.

Should she not want to however... Well, he hadn't really meant to ask the question in the first place, but it feels kind of right now that it is out there. The man is a distraction to Kiel, after all. And that is what bothers Zach. If he doesn't think too deep about it, he can even keep believing that.

When the Roar Falls ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

Autharyx smiles as Viltez talks, both at the words and the blush on his face. It is good to hear that Viltez seems to see the importance of worship. He hadn't really expected otherwise, what with the greeting of the sun and all. Mortals these days seem to take everything for granted, and it is good to see one that knows how to appreciate things.

"It was a big job, or at least it used to be," he says easily. Of course there hadn't been human attendants to the shrine for a long while, but back when they were there they were useful enough he supposed. They certainly helped keep the place clean and beautiful, which was nice when he thought to look at it.

They eat in comfortable silence for a bit, when Viltez' next question grabs his attention. Her tries to keep at least a bit of a casual air around him, but his gaze is intent as her considers what he want to say.

"The shrine is to... the guardian of the lake. A great spirit that lives in the shrine and has dominion over the lake and the woods around it. Its spirit flows in the water of the river that feeds it and in the clouds that dance at the cusp of a storm," he sounds proud, of course, but that would make sense even if he weren't talking about himself, wouldn't it? He kind of wants to stop there, but he can't quite help from mentioning the next bit as well.

"I was named after it, actually," he's trying for 'casual', but he's pretty sure he's missing the mark.

"Autharyx. Its name is Autharyx." Somehow, with all the lies he's told Viltez, this one feels like the worst. Because it is not a lie. It's not justified by needing to seem human, its just a calculated untruth because he really wants Viltez to know his name.

Looking for a queer-minded writing partner [FxF, FxGQ, GQxGQ]

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I know of Attack on Titan, but not nearly enough to 'do' it. If you want to write an original story based on the idea/concepts of the story, feel free to shoot me a PM!

Looking for a queer-minded writing partner [FxF, FxGQ, GQxGQ]

Hey there everyone, you can call me Em. I'm a 29 year old Dutchie who's been writing roleplays for well over a decade now. In all that time I've never finished writing an interest check (though I've started a few), so I figured it was about time ;) If you see anything you like, please send me a PM!

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(italicised is my (negotiable) character preference)
- Phantom of the opera inspired, Female PhantomxChristine
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spoilers for the first movie

doctor Skirth and the unnamed symbiote aren't as dead as everyone thought?

If you have something else you think I might like, I'd love to hear about it!

Who Will Break? ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

"Hmm," Zach hums non-commitedly around a bite of food, pretending to think about the art classes the priest had obviously thought of just for him. He could probably make a bit more of an effort to act happy about it, but he was still kind of bummed out by the renewed sense of priestly distance Kiel had managed to conjure in the few hours they'd been apart. At least Sarah was warming up to him, as he'd smugly noticed when she was more afraid of some soft-faced human nun than him. At least he could still charm some humans into his good graces.

"It could be fun?" he eventually said, feeling like he should probably throw the priest a bone. Being around the man the entire time didn't seem to be helping, so perhaps it would be good to get out of the house from time to time.

"Are those free centres a church thing?"

Name change requested

I just found out that name changes are possible, and if it is all right I would like to change my name to 'Merula'. Thanks!

The Right of Dragons

Syll smiled when the kid jumped out the window rather than taking the stairs. It was a good sign: if one wanted to work with dragons, after all, one could hardly be squeamish of hights.

"Nice to meet you Zee, my name is Syll," she gave a little bow in return, a smile on her face and in her voice.

"And no, it's not time quite yet- but it will be in couple of hours! We'll head to the village for now, the biggest group will be gathering there to head over to the Pool of Tears." She gestured for Zee to follow her and started on her way.

"The largest group of hopefuls will come from the village, but there's always a few people coming in from outside as well, either new or returning recruits. We might even bump into some on the way there." She smiled as they walked, keeping the conversation light and airy. This whole thing was probably quite exciting for the kid, but since this was her first time there wouldn't be too much pressure yet. Most trainees really started to feel it after one year in training, when half the allotted time had already passed. In Syll's opinion, most people didn't really prepare themselves for the probability they wouldn't get matched with a dragon. Of course everyone knew the statistics, but in Syll's experience everyone secretly thought they were going to be one of the few chosen ones.

"Are you excited for the ritual?"
@EldarionI

The Right of Dragons

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The Right of Dragons

@Ever
I'm fine with people knowing Syll. She is always happy to help people or just hang out, and it is common knowledge she is not very invested in becoming a good fighter.