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2 yrs ago
It's my birthday so I'm making it everyone's problem.
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2 yrs ago
I figure my presence on this site is more of a curse than a blessing.
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2 yrs ago
Be the superhero roleplay that you want to see in the world.
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3 yrs ago
Don't mind me, just making another reappearance.
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3 yrs ago
By no popular demand, I'm back.
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Years after writing my original post and funnily enough, I'm still Prose!

I'm twenty something, I like superheroes, magic and well... anything that happens to catch my eye. Sometimes I take random breaks from this site and reappear when you least expect me. Sorry about that. It's the mental health. I thrive in high casual settings and I like to write the same characters over and over so expect to see them regurgitated across different threads.

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@Hushed Whispers I'd like to reserve the older Cabernet brother, my dialogue color will be this wonderful saturated orange, f26522. I've got a CS mostly done but I'm going to do some touchups. A.J. Abualrub is the face claim. I'm going with his younger brunette years.

Martin Cromwell.

In the male cabins.



Rita was panicking, he didn't blame her.

Her body was huddled against his, he'd unthinkingly wrapped an arm around her to keep her close. If he kept her close then she wouldn't get hurt, or at least that's how his anxiety riddled brain was reasoning this. He had to keep her safe, she was the first person that he'd met that he'd ever felt so fiercely protective over. He wasn't about to let that creature make her into mincemeat. He needed time to breathe, to think, to stop the whirling in his own head before he could help anyone else.

The only thing he could focus on right now was the girl that he was holding close to him and the trembles that were running through him. Her nails bit into his arm and he ran his fingertips lightly over her back. He was trying to soothe her about as much as he was trying to ground himself. The images of what he'd seen were flashing through his head, almost taunting him with their presence.

The reality of the situation was overwhelming. This was real, terrifyingly, horribly, real. He could cling to Rita like a lifeboat in a treacherous sea but it didn't change that this was all so real. This stuff didn't happen, not in his life, not in his boring, isolated, life. This was something out of a horror movie, but if it was a movie then he would have stepped up, he would have done something to stop it.

He would have been bolder, he would have been more reckless. He would have rushed straight into that axe bearing maniac and- And what? He was just Martin Cromwell, the local, lesser known punching bag. Even if this had been a movie, his character would have just been Martin Cromwell. He was only lucky that he hadn't been sliced into two equal halves by that monster out there.

That wouldn't be a fitting enough end for a movie though, if this was a movie then it would have been more poetic. He'd be killed alone, there wouldn't be any witnesses, it would be off screen and some unfortunate person would find his body later. Strange to think of how insignificant he was while the world was going mad around him.

"Everything is going to be okay, Rita." he said quietly, his voice gentle. "If I can help it, we're going to be just fine."

He had to focus on getting out of this alive. He couldn't stew in this terror, he had to make it his goal to get to safety. That meant that he had to draw himself out of this shell of self hatred and misery that he was trying to retreat into. He had to figure this out or he was basically damning himself to the same fate of the teacher outside.

He attempted to return his attention to Kimberly and the girl with the limp. He barely knew Kimberly, she was a passing acquaintance. They kept it friendly but distant, he liked her though, admired her skill with a camera. He wondered if he should tell her that in case they were all inevitably hacked to bits. Best to keep it easy going though, right? That wasn't positive thinking.

He glanced around the cabin, trying to think quickly. What did they do in the movies when they were cornered in a house type area? Board up the windows, wait it out, don't try to leave too quickly or you might get axed. "Hiding is definitely important, just in case. Is there anything we can break up to get over the windows? We'd need something to secure it in place, of course, but there's got to be loose nails somewhere in these old walls. I can't imagine that this cabin has held up perfectly all these years."

He had started to chew his thumbnail as he thought, gaze scanning over the walls. "Kimberly had the right idea with the cabinet, is there anything we can wedge under the knob? Or maybe you can move the cabinet at a slight incline so it's wedged beneath the knob? It'll make it harder for him to turn it if he decides to come in by average means."

If he doesn't decide to hack the door open, he thought, feeling just a little bit wretched.



Aliana Agüero.

By the docks.



Lynette's echoed response peaked her interest, she couldn't help but wonder what the girl had on her mind. That was the fun thing about Lynette, Aliana couldn't quite read her. If the other girl had something planned, it would be a pleasant surprise. She was just about bored enough to do anything at this point, she was about to ask if Lynette had any ideas but she paused when she heard footsteps.

The approach of the boy startled her initially, the dark had masked his features so that he looked like nothing more than a shadowy silohouette. It reminded her why she hated darkness. It took her a second for her eyes to adjust and to see him more clearly. He was large, built kind of like a linebacker without the muscle and he had brown hair that looked like it could have used a trim about a month ago. He didn't strike her as threatening though which was the iniative that she needed to ease up a bit.

It was easy to get a little nervy out here but having Lynette nearby made her more comfortable. Lynette responded to the boy easily, her words light-hearted. Aliana opened her mouth to introduce herself to the boy before she noticed the sound, freezing in place for a moment. The calm atmosphere was immediately broken by the ruckus from beyond the docks.

Fear washed through Aliana, her gaze flickering over to Lynette. "Call me chicken shit but I really don't want to find out."




He jumped, her voice having shaken him from his thoughts. He was quick to turn on his heel to face the young woman. She wasn't imposing in any way, shape, or form but she was so different than what he was used to seeing. She reminded him of the human that he'd once met, maintaining that so fragile build but there was something odd about her. He sensed power beneath the surface. She didn't seem to fear him either, probably because she hadn't grown up with Irish folklore warning her away from the waters in case of Kelpies or perhaps she just honestly didn't know what he was.

Either way, this was different. His eyes were black, he'd mostly been lucky that they weren't the same dead, white, orbs that his horse form possessed. They were still strange to stare directly into. He appraised the young lady for a moment longer than necessary, sealing her into his memory. She had thick dark hair that framed a pleasant face and very pale skin. Her eyes were gray and bright. She looked friendly, and that caught him off guard.

"Yeah," he responded, his voice was hesistant and carrying a thick Irish brogue. "I. . . I've never actually been around this many people before. Where I come from, it's a wonder if the stray human finds their way there without help from a will o' the wisp. Even then, it doesn't ever work out for them much."

He said this with a hint of cynicism, humans that found their way to the lake were often drowned. If not by him then by some other Kelpie. They all had their tastes, he'd stuck to drowning humans that he deemed worthy of a watery grave. He was also one of the few who found it important to warn kids away from the water, first in his horse form and later in his human form. He found that most people trusted him more when he looked like them instead of a rotting, wet, horse.

Even in this form, he was very estranged though. His flesh couldn't seem to take the excess of iron and lack of water. At times he'd catch rot blossoming in his human skin, it was all very perilous. Self-cautiously, he rubbed at one of the dark purple bruises on his arm. "And. . . what of you, miss? Have you ever met so many oddities? I. . . I've been to Unseelie court parties and been less nervous than I am currently."


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Could you please use a different colour for your text? on my PlayStation it’s next to impossible to read unless I get right up to my tv not sure how everyone else can actually read it tbh?


@Prosaic I can see it fine but if people are struggling to read your posts, then please change the colour.


I'll switch it back to the normal white, it was more of an experiment than anything.


His human form was still very odd, it was foreign to him and holding it took effort. These limbs were shaky and weak, the senses were muted and he lost all of his ability to see in the dark. This form was inconvientent, in every conceivable way but unfortunately, so was his other form in this place. Masquerading as human was hard, he had almost forgotten to dress himself before coming here. Luckily, he'd caught himself just in time and now he was one long line of black.

The note in his hands was water stained, the paper crinkled, and tearing at the edges. He had been worrying it between his fingers, clenching his fist over it and folding it and unfolding it. It was hard not to be anxious, he had spent his entire life in the lonely depths of a lake. Seeing so many people would be terrifying, he didn't even know if any of the other Fae folk were here. Would he see any of his own kind? Would he end up just as isolated as he had been in his lake?

Rightfully, he had absolutely no way of getting to the academy. He was a swimmer, he didn't have wings and he didn't really know how to attain a form that did have wings. Honestly, the mere idea of being aerial wasn't a pleasant one. He much preferred water, even being on land made him feel uncomfortable. His human form couldn't handle being absent from water for too long and was already started to bruise along the arms. It was going to be a long day.

He stepped into the meeting area, observing the few people who had already shown up. His human flesh was prickling with goosebumps and he wrapped his arms around himself. Just what I always wanted," he said, voice barely a mutter. "To look like a human in a field full of monsters. God, I'm delighted."

He couldn't help feeling misplaced, all of these strangers made him more and more aware that he belonged in water. He was so far from home, he was so far from the courts. Unseelie fae weren't supposed mingle too much unless they were wreaking havoc. He wasn't in the mood to wreak havoc, he wanted to learn more about the world that he'd avoided so well when he'd lived beneath the surface of the lake. This was the best way to do it. Not only would he meet humans, he'd meet other species.

He drew in a breath to calm himself and squared his shoulders. Whatever came of this new situation, he'd be ready to face it. He'd just have to keep his nerve about him and try to remember that these people may be new and confusing but there nothing to fear with them.


@The One I'll get my first post up in a lil bit.
@Ever Perhaps for the vampires, something about feeding? It might be helpful for the newer vampires to learn how to properly feed and when to feed and how to control that urge.
@The One Assuredly terrible, but that'll be fun to play out. He'll have a lot of complaints, her nice personality wlll rub his mean personality the wrong way but honestly, who better to room with him than another horse?
@The One Not particularly, I think that's labeled under his special category of things he's definitely not down for. I don't think a soul would scare him, at least, he'd just not want one in his personal space.
@Sedjwick He's very smelly and he's kind of rude but other than that, he's an overall great guy. I think a dragon would intimidate him so he'd be unlikely to mess with your character if they ended up in a room together, so definitely safer than a werewolf.

@EchoicChamber I think mind reading would freak him out but that's okay, he'll just think about horrible things, like drowning people.
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