Yes, I'm not sure if Kandi is still around, but we'll see if (s)he gets back.
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yes, after which they spent at least 15 posts running around :P
but it is okay, just thought it was kinda weird.
but it is okay, just thought it was kinda weird.
Huh I completely forgot prostitution is illegal there... Maybe a brothel isn't that good an idea now :P
Oh but I don't get why everyone is suddenly pretending everything happened around the brothel. Taya was on her way home when she started following tracks. It should be a 5 minute walk at least.
Oh but I don't get why everyone is suddenly pretending everything happened around the brothel. Taya was on her way home when she started following tracks. It should be a 5 minute walk at least.
I'm an idiot, waiting for Candi to post... I completely forgot her character already introduced herself
*facepalms*
*facepalms*
Shayre smiled at the girl, considering shaking her hand, but too tired to move. "Jane... well, I guess it is nice to meet you. Despite the, eh, suboptimal circumstances."
He looked at the blonde girl, hoping she would talk before him, hoping to delay the inevitable. I'm sorry, I don't know anything, not even my own name... It would be a great way to lose any kind of trust they might have in him keeping them safe. Not that Jane seemed to need it as much as she did when she was wounded anymore though.
Luckily the longhaired girl spoke first, leaning a bit forward as she played with the hem of her dress again. "My name is Akuma, I'm from..." As she went on and gave various names of areas, cities perhaps, he listened intently. Most of the names held no meaning to him whatsoever, but a few lingered in his mind. He wouldn't say they sounded familiar, but something about them made him attribute certain qualities to them. Big city... Agraric area... Strange people that drank too much... He wondered whether he had known the places or simply heard of them.
With a shock he realized Akuma had stopped talking, looking his way now. It was his turn... He opened his mouth, going to say the truth, that he didn't know, but then a name came to mind. Whether it was his, or that of someone he had known before coming here, he didn't know. It didn't matter, he needed a name, and if this wasn't his, its rightfull owner probably wouldn't complain. "My name is... Shayre."
Looking at the others he felt his stomach growl, and he looked at the fruit again. It was too early to know for sure... But who was he to make that decission for everyone. He nodded at everyone, going through his hair with a muddied hand, shaking out some leaves and moss. "You're probably hungry... There's fruits around here."
Nice speech, idiot. He groaned on the inside and sat up right, trying again. "I personally don't think it is wise to eat anything around here without testing it. So far I haven't gathered enough testresults to know for sure. It could be poisonous to humans, or something like that. But since everyone must be hungry... I don't know, I guess it is up to you."
He wanted to stand up and get the toppled shelter to a better place, but he was too tired to move. Shelter, fire, water... At least they had one and a half of the core elements required for survival. How they were going to get a fire started, he had no idea. Didn't really care all too much anymore either. With every second, the idea of getting up and doing things started repulsing him more. He was almost drifting off, sleeping until sunrise, deal with things after that... But he got himself together, standing up slowly before walking to the shelter, trying to see whether they could drag the thing underneath the tree.
He looked at the blonde girl, hoping she would talk before him, hoping to delay the inevitable. I'm sorry, I don't know anything, not even my own name... It would be a great way to lose any kind of trust they might have in him keeping them safe. Not that Jane seemed to need it as much as she did when she was wounded anymore though.
Luckily the longhaired girl spoke first, leaning a bit forward as she played with the hem of her dress again. "My name is Akuma, I'm from..." As she went on and gave various names of areas, cities perhaps, he listened intently. Most of the names held no meaning to him whatsoever, but a few lingered in his mind. He wouldn't say they sounded familiar, but something about them made him attribute certain qualities to them. Big city... Agraric area... Strange people that drank too much... He wondered whether he had known the places or simply heard of them.
With a shock he realized Akuma had stopped talking, looking his way now. It was his turn... He opened his mouth, going to say the truth, that he didn't know, but then a name came to mind. Whether it was his, or that of someone he had known before coming here, he didn't know. It didn't matter, he needed a name, and if this wasn't his, its rightfull owner probably wouldn't complain. "My name is... Shayre."
Looking at the others he felt his stomach growl, and he looked at the fruit again. It was too early to know for sure... But who was he to make that decission for everyone. He nodded at everyone, going through his hair with a muddied hand, shaking out some leaves and moss. "You're probably hungry... There's fruits around here."
Nice speech, idiot. He groaned on the inside and sat up right, trying again. "I personally don't think it is wise to eat anything around here without testing it. So far I haven't gathered enough testresults to know for sure. It could be poisonous to humans, or something like that. But since everyone must be hungry... I don't know, I guess it is up to you."
He wanted to stand up and get the toppled shelter to a better place, but he was too tired to move. Shelter, fire, water... At least they had one and a half of the core elements required for survival. How they were going to get a fire started, he had no idea. Didn't really care all too much anymore either. With every second, the idea of getting up and doing things started repulsing him more. He was almost drifting off, sleeping until sunrise, deal with things after that... But he got himself together, standing up slowly before walking to the shelter, trying to see whether they could drag the thing underneath the tree.
In one of the better neighbourhoods, for so far these neighbourhoods existed in a city like this, a girl was leaning against the windowsill, her red hair flaming in the light of the setting sun. The scene could have been mistaken as the perfect peaceful setting, perhaps even the stage of a romantic movie, as long as one didn’t pay attention to the sounds.
While the red haired woman herself was silent, paying little attention to anything but Mother Nature’s artwork, another woman was crying and pleading for her life. A particular loud sound drew Ireane’s attention, and she looked at the direction the sound had come from. “Help me!” The woman had started screaming again, a practice she had given up on hours ago. Ireane wondered briefly what new event had caused the girl to start over again, but realised that she didn’t really wanted to know. Drake was creative with his victims. Too creative she thought, as she walked to the fridge and got herself a drink.
She had only half finished her drink when she heard the sounds of footsteps, and a slightly panting man, somewhere in his fifties, came up the stairs. He shrugged at her as he washed some blood off his hands, preparing two glasses of water. Great, he’s giving her water, he won’t kill her any time soon… She frowned as she downed the last of her drink. She hated screaming, it hurt her head, and it made them sound so pitiful. As she took another glass she looked at the man, stopping him as he was about to walk away again. She nodded towards the staircase that led to the cellar. “She looks an awful lot like me.” Her voice was clear and devoid of emotion, and her eyes almost immediately returned to their previous position, looking towards the setting sun.
Drake sighed barely audible, as he leaned against the wall and looked at her. “So what? You’re feeling kinship with her now and want me to let her go?” Sarcasm dripped off both his voice and his stance. He was clearly not in the right mood for a discussion, but she didn’t care. “I know better than to get myself involved with another Shade’s prey… I was just wondering whether I’m going to find myself bound to your torture device one morning if I don’t pay attention, that’s all.”
She could hear him chuckle, as he turned around and grabbed a slice of bread. “Such distrust… I do like you better when you’re Sam.”
“I seem to like you a whole lot better when I’m Sam as well… Pity I can’t be him all the time eh?” She let some more poison drip in her drink as she looked at the man curiously. She knew he would agree, expected nothing less, but a part of her hoped secretly that he would say he didn’t care. He was an aggressive murderous sadistic monster, but he was the closest thing she had to family since she left her birthparents. But she knew the answer, knew even the way his lips would move as he said it, although his back was turned on her. “Yes, a pity indeed.”
While the red haired woman herself was silent, paying little attention to anything but Mother Nature’s artwork, another woman was crying and pleading for her life. A particular loud sound drew Ireane’s attention, and she looked at the direction the sound had come from. “Help me!” The woman had started screaming again, a practice she had given up on hours ago. Ireane wondered briefly what new event had caused the girl to start over again, but realised that she didn’t really wanted to know. Drake was creative with his victims. Too creative she thought, as she walked to the fridge and got herself a drink.
She had only half finished her drink when she heard the sounds of footsteps, and a slightly panting man, somewhere in his fifties, came up the stairs. He shrugged at her as he washed some blood off his hands, preparing two glasses of water. Great, he’s giving her water, he won’t kill her any time soon… She frowned as she downed the last of her drink. She hated screaming, it hurt her head, and it made them sound so pitiful. As she took another glass she looked at the man, stopping him as he was about to walk away again. She nodded towards the staircase that led to the cellar. “She looks an awful lot like me.” Her voice was clear and devoid of emotion, and her eyes almost immediately returned to their previous position, looking towards the setting sun.
Drake sighed barely audible, as he leaned against the wall and looked at her. “So what? You’re feeling kinship with her now and want me to let her go?” Sarcasm dripped off both his voice and his stance. He was clearly not in the right mood for a discussion, but she didn’t care. “I know better than to get myself involved with another Shade’s prey… I was just wondering whether I’m going to find myself bound to your torture device one morning if I don’t pay attention, that’s all.”
She could hear him chuckle, as he turned around and grabbed a slice of bread. “Such distrust… I do like you better when you’re Sam.”
“I seem to like you a whole lot better when I’m Sam as well… Pity I can’t be him all the time eh?” She let some more poison drip in her drink as she looked at the man curiously. She knew he would agree, expected nothing less, but a part of her hoped secretly that he would say he didn’t care. He was an aggressive murderous sadistic monster, but he was the closest thing she had to family since she left her birthparents. But she knew the answer, knew even the way his lips would move as he said it, although his back was turned on her. “Yes, a pity indeed.”
One question: You say that Shades dont organize because of their nature, and I get that. But I can hardly believe that people that reincarnate don't form bonds that span for centuries. I mean I understand that not all remember every little thing that happened to them (Ireane has whatever it is called when you dont forget anything) but still... It would seem to me that Shades have more opportunities to form groups, whereas Paladins will spent most of their time confused by what is going on (seeing as it most often is their first reincarnation)
I'll be involving this guy pretty often with the story line, so I thought he should have a short bio here. I doubt he'll have his own plot really, but he is essential to Ireane/Sam's.
Name: Drake Johnson
Gender: Male
Age: 54
Alignment: Shade.
Appearance:
Personality:
Calculating and destructive, Drake enjoys killing people as much as any other shade. He is a sadist, who enjoys torturing his victims, and will often keep his victims alive for days while slowly killing them. While normal shades don't get this old, either because they are caught, or because they decide to get a new body, Drake fears death and is getting more careful with the years. He used to be extremely fond of Sam when he was Venon, but feels rather annoyed by the change in personality his friend went through when he reincarnated in the girl. He has a great dislike of Paladins, and works hard on getting the Shades to work together, believing that they should unite against a common enemy.
History:
When Drake started getting strange nightmares, he had no idea what was going on. His friend Venon showed him the ropes, and taught him what things a Shade could do. He took to this life as a fish takes to water, and adored his best friend and mentor. When Venon died, he searched the world for years, never giving up on finding his friend. No words could describe how happy he was when 16 years after his death, his friend showed up on the doorstep. He took Ireane in, pretending to be her father to the neighbours, but soon realized that Ireane wasn't the person he had known growing up.
Brief history of previous life/lives:
Drake has little to no memory of his first life, and hasn't reincarnated since.
(I was going to make him a pedophile, but I have to somehow be able to feel love for my characters, and that's not going to work with a pedophile, so instead I made him a sadist)(although his victims are often of huge age difference, but that has more to do with the declining amount of beautiful people of the same age when he grew older)
I'll be involving this guy pretty often with the story line, so I thought he should have a short bio here. I doubt he'll have his own plot really, but he is essential to Ireane/Sam's.
Name: Drake Johnson
Gender: Male
Age: 54
Alignment: Shade.
Appearance:
Personality:
Calculating and destructive, Drake enjoys killing people as much as any other shade. He is a sadist, who enjoys torturing his victims, and will often keep his victims alive for days while slowly killing them. While normal shades don't get this old, either because they are caught, or because they decide to get a new body, Drake fears death and is getting more careful with the years. He used to be extremely fond of Sam when he was Venon, but feels rather annoyed by the change in personality his friend went through when he reincarnated in the girl. He has a great dislike of Paladins, and works hard on getting the Shades to work together, believing that they should unite against a common enemy.
History:
When Drake started getting strange nightmares, he had no idea what was going on. His friend Venon showed him the ropes, and taught him what things a Shade could do. He took to this life as a fish takes to water, and adored his best friend and mentor. When Venon died, he searched the world for years, never giving up on finding his friend. No words could describe how happy he was when 16 years after his death, his friend showed up on the doorstep. He took Ireane in, pretending to be her father to the neighbours, but soon realized that Ireane wasn't the person he had known growing up.
Brief history of previous life/lives:
Drake has little to no memory of his first life, and hasn't reincarnated since.
(I was going to make him a pedophile, but I have to somehow be able to feel love for my characters, and that's not going to work with a pedophile, so instead I made him a sadist)(although his victims are often of huge age difference, but that has more to do with the declining amount of beautiful people of the same age when he grew older)
Kidd said
Would anyone here mind if I use y'all's plots on another site? uwu I also RP on deviantART and I'm considering making a group about this
No problem
I dont want to force anyone into posting, but I just wanted to mention that Ireane is getting bored with playing with the fountain ^-^
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