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The Sunday Group - Seeds and Harvests

“I take it you have some kind of insight?” Adri said with a glance over at Teajay. She had arrived too late to know what was happening and quite frankly saw it as no problem; she had no idea if she would have seen whatever they were discussing, but it would be just one more reason for her to question her sanity (which she sometimes wished wasn’t intact). “So, we need a search of the greater area to see if the scene needs to be widened,” Adri murmured to herself, flipping the map up to jot notes down on a blank sheet underneath. “A spell would probably work, but I usually just… ask.”

There was an interesting disconnect, sometimes, in the different understandings everyone had of the world. She usually went for a mundane solution, saving magic for when she had exhausted all her options. “There are probably more in these areas, but I haven’t been that way yet,” she said, gesturing at the section of her drawing devoid of any camera listings. “For example, there’s one right over there. Question is where it looks, which may not be this way,” she said, pointing up over at a doorway.

Anyone up for a game of Mafia/Werewolf?

UPDATE: Looking for another player. roleplayerguild.com/topics/192288-maf…

As the title says, anyone up for a game of Mafia/Werewolf? Here are links to a couple games that have been done before:

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The Sunday Group - Seeds and Harvests

Adri woke up before her alarm and spent two hours willing herself to fall back asleep before her phone finally started beeping at her. This was not an everyday occurrence, but today was not an ordinary day, not for her. She followed her routine as usual:

6:00 Quick snack and her prescriptions (including half a Xanax, which she normally skipped but today she knew she needed it).
6:15 Run. Outside. She had no interest in running, but it was healthy, so she put up with feeling like a cold, clammy corpse. 
     (The irony.) The visual was nice, at least; she ran through a park. And she did get to pet a dog.
6:40 Shower. Today was not a hair-wash day, thank goodness. She blow-dried the dampness out and put it up in a neat bun. No 
     make up today. She was dressed for business today, with a blazer and skirt over a plain long sleeved shirt.
7:00 Breakfast at 7. Eggs and toast.
7:30 Brush her teeth.

She ended up at the courthouse a good 45 minutes before she needed to be, which was fine with her. With her outfit she could have easily been mistaken for a lawyer as she waited, if not for the fact that she was sitting there reading a novel, not hard at work. She was absorbed in the words up until a Hispanic man in a suit walked up, putting his toes right up against hers. “Aren’t you cold?”

She closed the book and grinned, standing up to give Santino Estrada a hug. “No, thermal tights. Are you still Sarge or should I call you Lieutenant?”

He squeezed her back, laughing as he stepped away, shaking his head. “No word yet. Supposedly I’ll find out today. How has life been treating you?”

They began down the hallway. “Good. I’ve been doing good.” Their path was slashed with sunlight, the columns outside the tall windows casting their shadows on the wall.

“I’m sorry they keep bringing you out to talk about Kendall. It must be hard.”

She shrugged. “I’m used to it. Thanks for being here anyways.”

“At least they’re closing the case soon.”

“Yeah, I am looking forward to that.”

——

Adri checked her phone as soon as she was out of court. Fortunately, the address was only a five minute drive away, and she kept a go bag in her trunk. She swapped her blazer for a well worn, dark green hoodie before leaving, wanting the freedom of movement that the blazer simply would not provide.

She parked across the street, saw everyone in the alley, and went around the other way, clipboard and pen in hand. She started her crime scene diagram as she walked. The Sunday Group wasn't the police, but old habits die hard.

“Sorry if I'm late, I had court this morning,” she said as she finally strolled in, giving a wave with the hand that was not holding a clipboard. “Did I miss anything?”

“Just the one victim?” she asked. “I might have seen some of the black stuff on the corner back there, but there are four dumpsters down that way, so…”

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The Sunday Group - Seeds and Harvests

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The Sunday Group - Seeds and Harvests

Curseproof

• NAME: Adrianna “Adri” (or “80”) Blake
• AGE: 32
• CONCEPT: curseproof police officer
• BACKGROUND: Adrianna’s parents both held disdain for the criminal justice system (her mother is a visible minority, her father was a delinquent in his youth) so she decided to Be The Change she wanted to see in the world. She went to university and double majored in criminal psychology and police studies. She thought she wanted to be a lawyer, but her time in school made her realize that she wanted to actually be right there in the thick of things, and possibly be able to actually do something, which led to her applying to the police department after she graduated.
  
  She had been a police officer for almost five years and had recently received her first transfer into the Homicide unit of her department when The Event happened. She and her partner of three months, Miles Kendall, were investigating a murder-suicide and it turned out to not be just an ordinary dispute. A cursed object had found its way into the possession of the perpetrator and had caused him to carry out the brutal actions he did. (At the time, of course, she didn’t know this.) It was the kind of object that would work its magic on anyone that opened it… and she and her partner both did.
  
  They both started seeing things and hearing voices that weren’t there, their torture increasing over the course of seven days. At the end of it, Adri woke up feeling like a fog had been lifted from her. Her partner, on the other hand, called her with a cryptic goodbye, and luckily she managed to get to him before his family did- she was the only other person that was around for him to try to kill before he ate his gun.
  
  The Sunday Club was there to cover everything up, and that was when she made the switch. She is a go-to for cursed objects, but enjoys the everyday work just as much. She is still Auntie Adri to the Kendall kids, and is still friends with his widow.
• PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 5’ 6” with an athletic figure. She is on the smaller side, but she’s pretty sturdy (she keeps up with her police judo to this day). She has straight dark auburn hair that goes to her waist; she tries to wear it down sometimes, but inevitably it ends up tied or piled up somehow to get it out of the way. Her eyes are the colour of amber.
  
  Her favoured outfits are a fun tee shirt over tactical pants or a tactical skirt (she likes outfits that are cute and functional!), or “hungover fourth year college student” (consisting of an oversized hoodie and sweatpants with cuffs, the cuffs are a non-negotiable). When she has to be in uniform, she has it immaculate.
  
  She doesn’t use a lot of makeup, but she’s usually wearing something- colourful eyeliner or a lip colour in line with what she's feeling any given day.
• POWERS AND SKILLS:
  CURSEPROOF: Cursed objects have no direct physical effect on her, and mental effects are diminished. Any effects they might bring upon others when triggered by her do not happen. Anything she might be led to do to herself of to someone else doesn’t happen.
  
  FEAR IMMUNITY: Not so much a power as a necessary development considering what she’s seen. She has been through multiple instances of entities playing mind games with her for days and thus has nerves of steel when it comes to the supernatural and bizarre situations. (Of course, she is still afraid in other situations- probably even more afraid in some of them now, now that she knows about the world behind the world).
  
  MAGIC RESISTANCE: She's noticed that magic sometimes just doesn't seem to affect her the way it does everyone else. Injuries from magic aren't as severe; mental effects aren't as pronounced.

The Sunday Group - Seeds and Harvests

Curseproof

• NAME: Adrianna “Adri” (or “80”) Blake
• AGE: 32
• CONCEPT: curseproof police officer
• BACKGROUND: Adrianna’s parents both held disdain for the criminal justice system (her mother is a visible minority, her father was a delinquent in his youth) so she decided to Be The Change she wanted to see in the world. She went to university and double majored in criminal psychology and police studies. She thought she wanted to be a lawyer, but her time in school made her realize that she wanted to actually be right there in the thick of things, and possibly be able to actually do something, which led to her applying to the police department after she graduated.
  
  She had been a police officer for almost five years and had recently received her first transfer into the Homicide unit of her department when The Event happened. She and her partner of three months, Miles Kendall, were investigating a murder-suicide and it turned out to not be just an ordinary dispute. A cursed object had found its way into the possession of the perpetrator and had caused him to carry out the brutal actions he did. (At the time, of course, she didn’t know this.) It was the kind of object that would work its magic on anyone that opened it… and she and her partner both did.
  
  They both started seeing things and hearing voices that weren’t there, their torture increasing over the course of seven days. At the end of it, Adri woke up feeling like a fog had been lifted from her. Her partner, on the other hand, called her with a cryptic goodbye, and luckily she managed to get to him before his family did- she was the only other person that was around for him to try to kill before he ate his gun.
  
  The Sunday Club was there to cover everything up, and that was when she made the switch. She is a go-to for cursed objects, but enjoys the everyday work just as much. She is still Auntie Adri to the Kendall kids, and is still friends with his widow.
• PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 5’ 6” with an athletic figure. She is on the smaller side, but she’s pretty sturdy (she keeps up with her police judo to this day). She has straight dark auburn hair that goes to her waist; she tries to wear it down sometimes, but inevitably it ends up tied or piled up somehow to get it out of the way. Her eyes are the colour of amber.
  
  Her favoured outfits are a fun tee shirt over tactical pants or a tactical skirt (she likes outfits that are cute and functional!), or “hungover fourth year college student” (consisting of an oversized hoodie and sweatpants with cuffs, the cuffs are a non-negotiable). When she has to be in uniform, she has it immaculate.
  
  She doesn’t use a lot of makeup, but she’s usually wearing something- colourful eyeliner or a lip colour in line with what she's feeling any given day.
• POWERS AND SKILLS:
  CURSEPROOF: Cursed objects have no direct physical effect on her, and mental effects are diminished. Any effects they might bring upon others when triggered by her do not happen. Anything she might be led to do to herself of to someone else doesn’t happen.
  
  FEAR IMMUNITY: Not so much a power as a necessary development considering what she’s seen. She has been through multiple instances of entities playing mind games with her for days and thus has nerves of steel when it comes to the supernatural and bizarre situations. (Of course, she is still afraid in other situations- probably even more afraid in some of them now, now that she knows about the world behind the world).
  
  MAGIC RESISTANCE: She's noticed that magic sometimes just doesn't seem to affect her the way it does everyone else. Injuries from magic aren't as severe; mental effects aren't as pronounced.

Paranormal Detectives

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Darkhearts: A Forgotten Realms RP

Charynrae had heard of Vaasa and its empty expanse. It almost felt like home to her; just like the Underdark, it was cold and damp and little would grow. Despite all it lacked, the landscape had its own, strange beauty.

There was still a part of her that was wary of Amal. He had not killed her, but that could simply be because it was helpful to travel with someone when traversing the wilderness. And yet she trusted him more than she would have trusted any companion in the Underdark; utility could not always save you down there.

He was just as accustomed to discomfort as she was, it seemed, not that that was much of a surprise considering what she knew about him. What was a surprise was that he almost seemed to want her around. Truth be told, she was glad for it, not that she would admit it. This was possibly the least lonely she had felt in her entire life.

She squinted at the structure in the distance. “I will take your word for it,” she said. Between the light and the distance she was sure to get a headache if she stared at the wall for too long from here; at least the stone was dark, for pale colours were yet another thing her eyes did not quite like.

With the wisps of silver that peeked out from beneath the hood of her makeshift cloak, she might have simply been an old woman (and indeed by human standards she was). As her companion had discovered, she carefully rebraided her hair every morning. It was fortunate that she needed so little sleep, being a Drow, because some days she took quite some time on her work. Never enough to cut into their travel hours, she was careful of that; there was so little daylight as it was, and they needed it for travel.

“No, I will keep myself cloaked,” she murmured, ensuring her hands were tucked away and her face well hidden. “Just because I can survive out there does not mean it is enjoyable. You can do whatever talking is necessary, I presume.”

DeoXys: A next gen X-Men/Comic Superhero RP

I would be interested in taking on Milele Monroe if you end up getting this up and running!

Darkhearts: A Forgotten Realms RP

Charynrae was precise, as evidenced by the crossbow bolt in the eye of the orc. Precision was key to many things in the Underdark, at least in her eyes. She sauntered over to the freshly dead orc first to retrieve the bolt, wiping any remaining matter off onto the corpse. She frowned down upon it- though she was good at it, she did not particularly enjoy killing. After that, it was over to the crates. She grabbed the dagger first- the more weapons, the better.

"I aimed for my spell to cause an echo. If all goes as it should, we have more time than you think," she said, her stance and movements projecting calm as she stuffed hardtack into her satchel. "Or he could already be frustrated and coming back this way in a rage." She would have heard if the ogre was that incensed by now, though of course, with them it was always a risk. "I suppose we will know soon enough."

Another crate held a variety of root vegetables and small bags of dried herbs. And, curiously, a bag with a small handful of polished stones, which she also took, of course. It could have been mistaken for a bag of herbs at first glance, though its weight gave away that it was not for culinary purposes.

She followed his movements, grabbing the remaining tarp, turning right into the path Amal had cleared for them... and the sunlight. She had adjusted well enough while it was just in the room, but directly in her eyes? She stood frozen, wide-eyed for a moment. The flash of fear was gone from her face as quickly as it came. "I cannot see," she hissed as she started moving tentatively towards the exit. She had some understanding of blindsight fighting, but she was no expert and this was a door she needed to get to, not a brawl.