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Hi, I'm Monster, but you can also call me Katie if you'd like! I'm a huge video game geek who loves to write. I've been writing on forums for a few years now. If you ever want to talk, just send me a PM and I'd be glad to chat you up. I am currently on a major D&D kick, so I guess that's spurring me back into this site after such a long and much-needed break). :D
I'm a complete sucker for apocalyptic, fantasy and sci-fi roleplays. Anything that tests limits and provides MAJOR character development. That's some good ish.
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The loud noise caused the demon to wince, it was highly unpleasant. Sam turned to the young boy who had introduced himself as Toon Nut, raising a curious brow. She had heard himself earlier, and had in fact responded to him, just as she had to the other's. It was surprising to hear him request the same thing she had, but she shrugged. There were still a few who had yet to offer their names, but Sam had suspected they would just offer that over the jet ride. She crossed her arms over her chest, tilting her head and lowering it to look down at the boy. "I understand where you are coming from, as that was my take on the situation as well. BUT, I should also make clear that if mentioning their names is an issue - we'll let that be as long as we can get their superhero name."
Shrugging lightly, her face still calm - despite the loud intrusion, Sam let her gaze soften, the flames in her eyes dimming. She gave the young boy a knowing nod of her head before returning to her seat. Motioning to the one to her right, it appeared he would like someone to talk to. If so - she would be fine with making conversation. Afterwords, she turned her attention to Cassie, offering a tired smile. "Thank you for joining us, Sorceress. It is a pleasure to work with another invested in the magical arts." She refrained from mentioning her darker connection to the magic however, deeming that information to keep to herself for the moment.
Aaelith had heard of the many awry experiments that human's took place in - that they conducted. A part of being a fully fledged demon, meant that you had to oversee most all of the worlds wrongdoing silently, ensuring that it would take place. Horrid as it was - it was necessary. No evil is born - it's made. The same went for anything good. It was an unspoken agreement between both angels and demons, that they would watch over and ensure the creation of both good and evil within the world. All of those years she had created evil, had given Aaelith an advantage. She knew what it was like. To this day, even as Sam, she felt the call to return to her roots. To wreak havoc - to destroy and just be herself once more. She felt for James then - for she knew the feeling all too well. He may have been forced into a horrid situation in a lab, but how different was that then being forced to be evil within the underworld. Both were prisoners to their fates, to their unsightly past. Perhaps after this was done, she would be able bend the rules and allow them to change the interior of the jet. Make it a bit more comfortable.
Shrugging lightly, her face still calm - despite the loud intrusion, Sam let her gaze soften, the flames in her eyes dimming. She gave the young boy a knowing nod of her head before returning to her seat. Motioning to the one to her right, it appeared he would like someone to talk to. If so - she would be fine with making conversation. Afterwords, she turned her attention to Cassie, offering a tired smile. "Thank you for joining us, Sorceress. It is a pleasure to work with another invested in the magical arts." She refrained from mentioning her darker connection to the magic however, deeming that information to keep to herself for the moment.
Aaelith had heard of the many awry experiments that human's took place in - that they conducted. A part of being a fully fledged demon, meant that you had to oversee most all of the worlds wrongdoing silently, ensuring that it would take place. Horrid as it was - it was necessary. No evil is born - it's made. The same went for anything good. It was an unspoken agreement between both angels and demons, that they would watch over and ensure the creation of both good and evil within the world. All of those years she had created evil, had given Aaelith an advantage. She knew what it was like. To this day, even as Sam, she felt the call to return to her roots. To wreak havoc - to destroy and just be herself once more. She felt for James then - for she knew the feeling all too well. He may have been forced into a horrid situation in a lab, but how different was that then being forced to be evil within the underworld. Both were prisoners to their fates, to their unsightly past. Perhaps after this was done, she would be able bend the rules and allow them to change the interior of the jet. Make it a bit more comfortable.
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Sounds good, Sturmgewehr!
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Aaelith watched with an amused expression as the group turned their attention to the woman appearing through a veil of magic, appearing to be ghost-like. With a graceful swoop, she stood from her chair and welcomed Cassie with a smile, her fangs peeking through. "Thank you for joining us, I was just about to brief the mission." She listened to each and everyone take their own response to the situation, listening with intent on how they reacted to the paranormal. It could give her a clue on who she could tell, and who she couldn't. Giving a lighthearted smile, she quickly rushed to assure her new partners. "Now- I can assure you that this building is highly safe. It isn't haunted either."
Tilting her head, sending her milky brown hair to her other shoulder, she pondered how to respond next. James last question was a little deeper... Complicated. Ghosts, they didn't exist, no. Though, they could be manifested, it didn't necessarily validate their existence. Spirits though- a whole other story. Either way, paranormal phenomena was too complicated to allow a simple answer, but she tried nonetheless. "That's correct James," She started, impressed with his thoughtfulness. She also hadn't missed how he had reached for his bow. He was quick - good. "Now, as much as I could go into the possibilities of ghosts and other such, it's far too complicated and long for today. I'd rather get this show on the road."
She was taken aback by the slightly forward voice from the girl she had previously wondered over. She would be an interesting one - for sure. Alison stepped over and agreed with her, causing a warmth to spread within both Sam - and Aaelith. They were already acting like a team. Good. Training her sights on the girl, before answering with a soft voice, "I apologize, I know that you want to get started. And we will - but I have to make sure you are all capable. I can't just send you out there and expect you to save the day, you could all die if I'm not careful." Sam leaned back, feeling the surge of her power on the brink. Not now.... She reached back up to her necklace and rubbed her thumb over the light surface, trying to ease her nerves and relax her troubled soul.
She decided now may be the best time to get started, it appeared that only one spot was open, and that - could definitely be filled later. "Alright, without further ado - Let's get on with it, shall we?" Her face was a perfect mask of calm, years of leadership pouring through her tainted veins. "Alright - if you'd follow me to the hanger, we can proceed to the vehicles. For this mission, I'd prefer the use of the jet. It'll carry all of us to where we need to go, in little time at all." She glanced around at those surrounding her, "Now, if you need to change into your costume, I would recommend you do so now."
She was already in her attire - dressed in an almost rugged military-like apparel, long brown hair swept back into a loose ponytail, and her golden skin shimmering in the half-light that came from the bulbs above their heads. "The jet is this way, in our hanger downstairs." She stepped over to the bookshelf on her right and tilted a book towards herself, releasing it and stepping back as the shelf glided across the floor - revealing a hidden stairway down to the hanger. "If you will..." She stepped into the dark of the hallway, her red eyes glowing from within the shadows. "Please follow me, you will have access to weapons, and your costumes - if you need to change, within the jet." Tapping into her demon abilities, she triggered the lights to turn on without touching the switch.
When she entered the underground hanger, she proceeded to explain the situation. []i"I have located a possible terrorist in hiding; therefore we must be careful of how we approach him. He has guards around him in disguise, so we won't easily be able to tell if they are citizens or murderers within the crowd. Be warned: He too, has powers. He feeds off of life to use magic, so do not go too close. Or he will feed off of you."[/i] If she allowed herself to become fully demon for this mission - perhaps she could. That was beside the point though, she had to see each and every individuals possibilities within the rag-tag group she had here. She could already gather they had something special about them. Pride flared in her chest. It would be a honor to lead this group. Years of loneliness made this all the more exciting. Waving her hand, Sam opened the keypad on the door to the jet, entered the password and stepped inside when it opened. When she was fully inside the large jet, she leaned against the nearest wall and watched as eight sets raised up from the ground, all large and comfortable looking. Each seat awaiting it's owner. "Alright, this jet is set on auto-pilot. So I will be able to sit here with all of you."
Sam adjusted her outfit with light fingers, deftly fixing the collar of her jacket before turning her attention back to the group. "The flight will take off as soon as you are all ready." She sat in her seat, waiting for the team to gather so they could leave for their first mission together.
Tilting her head, sending her milky brown hair to her other shoulder, she pondered how to respond next. James last question was a little deeper... Complicated. Ghosts, they didn't exist, no. Though, they could be manifested, it didn't necessarily validate their existence. Spirits though- a whole other story. Either way, paranormal phenomena was too complicated to allow a simple answer, but she tried nonetheless. "That's correct James," She started, impressed with his thoughtfulness. She also hadn't missed how he had reached for his bow. He was quick - good. "Now, as much as I could go into the possibilities of ghosts and other such, it's far too complicated and long for today. I'd rather get this show on the road."
She was taken aback by the slightly forward voice from the girl she had previously wondered over. She would be an interesting one - for sure. Alison stepped over and agreed with her, causing a warmth to spread within both Sam - and Aaelith. They were already acting like a team. Good. Training her sights on the girl, before answering with a soft voice, "I apologize, I know that you want to get started. And we will - but I have to make sure you are all capable. I can't just send you out there and expect you to save the day, you could all die if I'm not careful." Sam leaned back, feeling the surge of her power on the brink. Not now.... She reached back up to her necklace and rubbed her thumb over the light surface, trying to ease her nerves and relax her troubled soul.
She decided now may be the best time to get started, it appeared that only one spot was open, and that - could definitely be filled later. "Alright, without further ado - Let's get on with it, shall we?" Her face was a perfect mask of calm, years of leadership pouring through her tainted veins. "Alright - if you'd follow me to the hanger, we can proceed to the vehicles. For this mission, I'd prefer the use of the jet. It'll carry all of us to where we need to go, in little time at all." She glanced around at those surrounding her, "Now, if you need to change into your costume, I would recommend you do so now."
She was already in her attire - dressed in an almost rugged military-like apparel, long brown hair swept back into a loose ponytail, and her golden skin shimmering in the half-light that came from the bulbs above their heads. "The jet is this way, in our hanger downstairs." She stepped over to the bookshelf on her right and tilted a book towards herself, releasing it and stepping back as the shelf glided across the floor - revealing a hidden stairway down to the hanger. "If you will..." She stepped into the dark of the hallway, her red eyes glowing from within the shadows. "Please follow me, you will have access to weapons, and your costumes - if you need to change, within the jet." Tapping into her demon abilities, she triggered the lights to turn on without touching the switch.
When she entered the underground hanger, she proceeded to explain the situation. []i"I have located a possible terrorist in hiding; therefore we must be careful of how we approach him. He has guards around him in disguise, so we won't easily be able to tell if they are citizens or murderers within the crowd. Be warned: He too, has powers. He feeds off of life to use magic, so do not go too close. Or he will feed off of you."[/i] If she allowed herself to become fully demon for this mission - perhaps she could. That was beside the point though, she had to see each and every individuals possibilities within the rag-tag group she had here. She could already gather they had something special about them. Pride flared in her chest. It would be a honor to lead this group. Years of loneliness made this all the more exciting. Waving her hand, Sam opened the keypad on the door to the jet, entered the password and stepped inside when it opened. When she was fully inside the large jet, she leaned against the nearest wall and watched as eight sets raised up from the ground, all large and comfortable looking. Each seat awaiting it's owner. "Alright, this jet is set on auto-pilot. So I will be able to sit here with all of you."
Sam adjusted her outfit with light fingers, deftly fixing the collar of her jacket before turning her attention back to the group. "The flight will take off as soon as you are all ready." She sat in her seat, waiting for the team to gather so they could leave for their first mission together.
Hey, is Pathfinder still here?
Upon looking over the few that wanted to join the team, Aaelith had to say, she was in a mixure of concern and promise. Each of the people in front of her had power potential, the demon within her could practically feel it. The only thing she found herself wondering, was if the young man in front of her had some sort of eye-tick. If so, that'd be perfectly fine. It might give him some difficulty in the field. She was slightly confused when noticing that this certain tick, only happened when he was looking upon the female compatriots.
Cold enveloped her. It devoured her. Shook her core. Sam shouldn't have noticed, but Aaelith did. The demon had come in contact with many mystical energies, magic being one of them. Magic was play. It was in the air around them, though too light to be noticed by the untrained eye. It made the air dense, and made a demon chill. Instinctively, Sam brought her hand up to her glamour necklace, relief flooding her face when it was still firmly upon her neck. Good - at least that wasn't the issue. Whatever it was, it didn't seem to be a threat, but the demon decided it may be best to keep it in check. Magic was the one thing that she relied on to keep herself hidden - if it were to act up now, she'd be outed to this group. They most definitely would reconsider the job. She'd wait until the mission played out - going as Sam. If she felt she could trust a member or two, perhaps she'd tell them. Perhaps not.
A voice, soft and controlled, ripped open her thoughts and pulled her out of her overactive mind and back to reality. The voice of Alison. The first to introduce herself. With a soft smile, almost endearing, Sam gave a lighthearted laugh. It appeared both her and wink-kid seemed to think her motives were based on some fork of mistrust. Something she soon found herself clarifying. "No - I don't have a reason to mistrust any of you. Yet." She flashed another toothy grin, amber eyes glowing. "In all honesty, I just want to make sure you're qualified. We can't have just anyone go out and be a hero. That takes serious skills and commitment. Plus, I don't want to have a dead rookie on my hands." She grimaced at the thought, as she remembered a similar story she'd read once. Long story short: it ended badly.
Seeing a man approach from the walkway, she could only guess he'd walked here due to his wind-blown face, she motioned for him to come inside as well. Just as she was about to invite them inside to get ready to start their day, she heard a loud and cheery voice boom from above. A voice belonging to a young boy, clad in a colorful costume and smile. He was so cheery, not something she was completely used to. With a nod to him, she motioned for the collective group to follow her into the large and cosy HQ: The place she had called home for quite awhile now.
When she reached the living room, she headed straight to the center of the beautifully polished hardwood floor, motioning once again, this time at the comfortable furniture surrounding her. "Please, do have a seat." After making the offer, Sam sat down on a large leather reclining chair that faced the other seats in the room. Eyes of pure fire training on the visitors, she gave a small smile to them. "Welcome. I'm Sam." She'd almost slipped Aaelith, but caught herself just in time. "As you've probably already gathered, I am the leader at this HQ, though I have yet to find a formidable team." She gave another pointed glance around the room before continuing. "I hope that you will be a part of this team. Together, we can do great things." Crossing her legs, Sam looked over at them expectantly.
"Do you have any questions? If so, it'd be best to ask now. The rest of our day together will be packed. Though I promise I'll try my best to answer any questions you may have later as well." There it was, the magic from earlier. Sam gripped the edges of her chair, silently digging her nails into the expensive leather. The magic was running through her veins, sending a newfound cold to rush through her demon-blood. Something was up... No matter, she had a team to run. They came first. Returning her attention to the team, Aaelith tried to pull any sort of feeling from them - trying to see beyond them, within them. Only to be reminded that it would be against free will, something she stood most for. It would help... But it would also be cheating. And an invasion. Something she didn't want to do. So, she waited patiently for a response.
Cold enveloped her. It devoured her. Shook her core. Sam shouldn't have noticed, but Aaelith did. The demon had come in contact with many mystical energies, magic being one of them. Magic was play. It was in the air around them, though too light to be noticed by the untrained eye. It made the air dense, and made a demon chill. Instinctively, Sam brought her hand up to her glamour necklace, relief flooding her face when it was still firmly upon her neck. Good - at least that wasn't the issue. Whatever it was, it didn't seem to be a threat, but the demon decided it may be best to keep it in check. Magic was the one thing that she relied on to keep herself hidden - if it were to act up now, she'd be outed to this group. They most definitely would reconsider the job. She'd wait until the mission played out - going as Sam. If she felt she could trust a member or two, perhaps she'd tell them. Perhaps not.
A voice, soft and controlled, ripped open her thoughts and pulled her out of her overactive mind and back to reality. The voice of Alison. The first to introduce herself. With a soft smile, almost endearing, Sam gave a lighthearted laugh. It appeared both her and wink-kid seemed to think her motives were based on some fork of mistrust. Something she soon found herself clarifying. "No - I don't have a reason to mistrust any of you. Yet." She flashed another toothy grin, amber eyes glowing. "In all honesty, I just want to make sure you're qualified. We can't have just anyone go out and be a hero. That takes serious skills and commitment. Plus, I don't want to have a dead rookie on my hands." She grimaced at the thought, as she remembered a similar story she'd read once. Long story short: it ended badly.
Seeing a man approach from the walkway, she could only guess he'd walked here due to his wind-blown face, she motioned for him to come inside as well. Just as she was about to invite them inside to get ready to start their day, she heard a loud and cheery voice boom from above. A voice belonging to a young boy, clad in a colorful costume and smile. He was so cheery, not something she was completely used to. With a nod to him, she motioned for the collective group to follow her into the large and cosy HQ: The place she had called home for quite awhile now.
When she reached the living room, she headed straight to the center of the beautifully polished hardwood floor, motioning once again, this time at the comfortable furniture surrounding her. "Please, do have a seat." After making the offer, Sam sat down on a large leather reclining chair that faced the other seats in the room. Eyes of pure fire training on the visitors, she gave a small smile to them. "Welcome. I'm Sam." She'd almost slipped Aaelith, but caught herself just in time. "As you've probably already gathered, I am the leader at this HQ, though I have yet to find a formidable team." She gave another pointed glance around the room before continuing. "I hope that you will be a part of this team. Together, we can do great things." Crossing her legs, Sam looked over at them expectantly.
"Do you have any questions? If so, it'd be best to ask now. The rest of our day together will be packed. Though I promise I'll try my best to answer any questions you may have later as well." There it was, the magic from earlier. Sam gripped the edges of her chair, silently digging her nails into the expensive leather. The magic was running through her veins, sending a newfound cold to rush through her demon-blood. Something was up... No matter, she had a team to run. They came first. Returning her attention to the team, Aaelith tried to pull any sort of feeling from them - trying to see beyond them, within them. Only to be reminded that it would be against free will, something she stood most for. It would help... But it would also be cheating. And an invasion. Something she didn't want to do. So, she waited patiently for a response.
I'm interested.
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@User, we're always accepting. So yes, there is!
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Alright, that all sounds good. I'll wait for Scotsman in the meantime.
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