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I have a curiosity for this.
Is everyone okay with my last post?
Also don't forget that the mermaid powers will not take affect until 24 hours later. So I'm guessing since it is dark out that it is around 10/11pm. (They started out around 8pm, spent the time on the boat and the time looking around the island.) Does that sound right?
Also don't forget that the mermaid powers will not take affect until 24 hours later. So I'm guessing since it is dark out that it is around 10/11pm. (They started out around 8pm, spent the time on the boat and the time looking around the island.) Does that sound right?
Rare said
I'm planning on making a CS.
That's great! I can't wait.
TaliPaendrag said
@Rarity: Glad to hear it. :D I like how our characters are opposite elements, but so far seem to get along pretty well. I also imagine them to be about the same size, which is interesting because opposite elements are usually as different as night and day. :P@Soul: That's fine. :3 As I remarked several times before, I get busy at times too.
But they also say opposite's attract, so maybe they can become really good friends. Their elements will be useful for each other too. Like if she accidentally sets fire to something, Nixie can put it out.
Have you ever seen H20: Just Add Water? It is where these humans are given mermaid powers (tail when they get wet, elemental powers) They have water and ice and fire as the main powers. They can use the ice power to cool down person's body temp, like if someone has a fever, or to heat up a body temp. Can our guys do stuff like that? Do they need water/ice/fire to do things, or can they create water/ice/fire out of nothing?
Do we have a list of exactly what we can do with our powers?
I have a mermaid RP that I GM similar to the show I mentioned and I found these wikis to be useful with getting ideas.
Fire Manipulation
Water Manipulation/Ice
Dark Manipulation
Light Manipulation
Earth Manipulation
Air Manipulation
Some of the powers mentioned might be too overpowered, but some of them could be useful.
-Olivia-
"No, I want to follow you." She looked down at her scuffed up tennis shoes and sighed. Her fingers gripped tightly around her handgun. She was young, so it was natural for people to treat her as a child; she was a child. Olivia just wished they did not think she was incapable of surviving. It was true that the undead had the upper hand. They were bigger for the most part, weighed more and vicious. Here she was, a 95 pound, farmers daughter. Olivia did know how to use guns; she had that at least. Before all this happened, her father had been teaching her everything there was to know about living off the land, how to hunt, how to drive a tractor and even how to drive their little beat up car. "Someone should be your lookout. You go first since you have the melee and I'll let you know if anything is coming from behind or from the sides." She bit down on her lower lip.
"I know I'm small, but I've made it so far. Don't think of me as just a kid." She looked around the backroom they were in and tried to find something that could be handy as a weapon and not as loud as a gun. There wasn't much; it was just a typical backroom for a small store. She hoped the store had stuff that would be useful for them.
Finally, her eyes landed on a broom. It wasn't much, but would do in a pinch. She picked it up, weighing it in her hands. It had some weight to it and despite being small, she was strong since she helped her father on the farm. Olivia tucked her gun into her jeans and then unscrewed the brush from the broom stick. She gave it a few practice jabs and nodded to the other girl. "I'm ready."
Suddenly, a light bulb went off in her head. "I'm so sorry. I forget to tell you my name." She blushed. "I'm Olivia."
They quietly started to venture into the main part of the store. She was surprised to see some lights flickering. They were not very bright though and she realized they were emergency back up lights for when the electricity went out. Olivia wondered how long they would last. The area seemed clear, but the smell inside told her otherwise. She wrinkled her nose up in disgust. The dead were inside. Several if the smell was any clue.
"Look," Olivia whispered as quietly as possible. There was what looked like a young child sitting on the floor in front of a display shelf. It's eyes were wide open, but had no spark to them. It's head lulled about and it's tongue, what was left of it anyway, was hanging out of it's mouth. The child looked like he or she had been a little younger than Olivia.
"It's a lurker. Have you seen those type before?" You could get as close as a foot away from one and it would not react. Only when you were close enough to touch it would it lazily try to grab you, but with lacking effort, as if it were bored with unlife and did not really care to eat. It was easy to tell a lurker from the rest. Their skin usually decayed a lot faster than the others, taking on a mostly rotten look and sometimes, they were one step away from being classified as a walking skeleton. The normal undead were slow and it was usually easy to dodge and walk between them if there were not many around. Then there was the fast ones. They were the most rare and the the most dangerous.
Olivia had only ever seen one before. She shuddered at the memory.
"Wait," Olivia warned her companion. "I think I hear something behind us. Don't go any further inside." It would be the worst thing to get trapped with undead in front and behind them.
-Remy-
"Wow," Remy said, a soft whistle leaving his lips. "Thank you." He turned to Ash, wiping his hands on his jeans. "That was too close for comfort. That gunman almost made things fatal." He took the offered handgun and knife back from her, pocketing the gun, but keeping the throwing knife and his large knife out for melee purposes, just in case they got into another jam. "Well, I suppose this man answered our question." He looked down at him. "He must be the one who fired the shots." He tutted and shook his head. "Not even out of his bathrobe. Was he living in his own little world, not realizing this one had gone to Hell?" Remy bent down, inspecting him to see if he had anything else that would be useful.
"He really is only wearing a bathrobe. No clothes, nothing. Not to mention, his skin is damp." Puzzled, he looked toward the man's house, or the place he assumed belonged to the man. Had he really been having a bath? Sure, bathing was a treat and when the opportunity presented itself, Remy did not pass it up, but he usually only took one if there was lookout. Poor guy.
"Do you want to keep looking around or head back toward the others? Should we check in his house?" It did not seem this man would have much they needed, though maybe some food. "I guess a quick peek wouldn't hurt. Can you keep watch?" For some reason, he had an ounce of trust for Ash; maybe because she watched his back and hadn't let him 'accidentally' get bitten so she could steal his stuff. He had had people try and do that to him before. It never ended pretty.
Remy walked into the living room, checking carefully for any more undead. It was clear and he managed to make it to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and cabinets and took everything that would be useful and could fit into his camping backpack. He was thankful for his academy training. They trained him how to do combat while carrying around a lot of weight. He never thought he'd put that training to use.
He returned to the front door and nodded at Ash. "There wasn't much in there, but I grabbed some food. I'll ration it between the four of us when we meet up. Also, I realize I neglected to tell you my name. It's Jeremy, but I just go by Remy." He gripped the handle of his long knife and looked around them.
"Let's go."
"No, I want to follow you." She looked down at her scuffed up tennis shoes and sighed. Her fingers gripped tightly around her handgun. She was young, so it was natural for people to treat her as a child; she was a child. Olivia just wished they did not think she was incapable of surviving. It was true that the undead had the upper hand. They were bigger for the most part, weighed more and vicious. Here she was, a 95 pound, farmers daughter. Olivia did know how to use guns; she had that at least. Before all this happened, her father had been teaching her everything there was to know about living off the land, how to hunt, how to drive a tractor and even how to drive their little beat up car. "Someone should be your lookout. You go first since you have the melee and I'll let you know if anything is coming from behind or from the sides." She bit down on her lower lip.
"I know I'm small, but I've made it so far. Don't think of me as just a kid." She looked around the backroom they were in and tried to find something that could be handy as a weapon and not as loud as a gun. There wasn't much; it was just a typical backroom for a small store. She hoped the store had stuff that would be useful for them.
Finally, her eyes landed on a broom. It wasn't much, but would do in a pinch. She picked it up, weighing it in her hands. It had some weight to it and despite being small, she was strong since she helped her father on the farm. Olivia tucked her gun into her jeans and then unscrewed the brush from the broom stick. She gave it a few practice jabs and nodded to the other girl. "I'm ready."
Suddenly, a light bulb went off in her head. "I'm so sorry. I forget to tell you my name." She blushed. "I'm Olivia."
They quietly started to venture into the main part of the store. She was surprised to see some lights flickering. They were not very bright though and she realized they were emergency back up lights for when the electricity went out. Olivia wondered how long they would last. The area seemed clear, but the smell inside told her otherwise. She wrinkled her nose up in disgust. The dead were inside. Several if the smell was any clue.
"Look," Olivia whispered as quietly as possible. There was what looked like a young child sitting on the floor in front of a display shelf. It's eyes were wide open, but had no spark to them. It's head lulled about and it's tongue, what was left of it anyway, was hanging out of it's mouth. The child looked like he or she had been a little younger than Olivia.
"It's a lurker. Have you seen those type before?" You could get as close as a foot away from one and it would not react. Only when you were close enough to touch it would it lazily try to grab you, but with lacking effort, as if it were bored with unlife and did not really care to eat. It was easy to tell a lurker from the rest. Their skin usually decayed a lot faster than the others, taking on a mostly rotten look and sometimes, they were one step away from being classified as a walking skeleton. The normal undead were slow and it was usually easy to dodge and walk between them if there were not many around. Then there was the fast ones. They were the most rare and the the most dangerous.
Olivia had only ever seen one before. She shuddered at the memory.
"Wait," Olivia warned her companion. "I think I hear something behind us. Don't go any further inside." It would be the worst thing to get trapped with undead in front and behind them.
-Remy-
"Wow," Remy said, a soft whistle leaving his lips. "Thank you." He turned to Ash, wiping his hands on his jeans. "That was too close for comfort. That gunman almost made things fatal." He took the offered handgun and knife back from her, pocketing the gun, but keeping the throwing knife and his large knife out for melee purposes, just in case they got into another jam. "Well, I suppose this man answered our question." He looked down at him. "He must be the one who fired the shots." He tutted and shook his head. "Not even out of his bathrobe. Was he living in his own little world, not realizing this one had gone to Hell?" Remy bent down, inspecting him to see if he had anything else that would be useful.
"He really is only wearing a bathrobe. No clothes, nothing. Not to mention, his skin is damp." Puzzled, he looked toward the man's house, or the place he assumed belonged to the man. Had he really been having a bath? Sure, bathing was a treat and when the opportunity presented itself, Remy did not pass it up, but he usually only took one if there was lookout. Poor guy.
"Do you want to keep looking around or head back toward the others? Should we check in his house?" It did not seem this man would have much they needed, though maybe some food. "I guess a quick peek wouldn't hurt. Can you keep watch?" For some reason, he had an ounce of trust for Ash; maybe because she watched his back and hadn't let him 'accidentally' get bitten so she could steal his stuff. He had had people try and do that to him before. It never ended pretty.
Remy walked into the living room, checking carefully for any more undead. It was clear and he managed to make it to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and cabinets and took everything that would be useful and could fit into his camping backpack. He was thankful for his academy training. They trained him how to do combat while carrying around a lot of weight. He never thought he'd put that training to use.
He returned to the front door and nodded at Ash. "There wasn't much in there, but I grabbed some food. I'll ration it between the four of us when we meet up. Also, I realize I neglected to tell you my name. It's Jeremy, but I just go by Remy." He gripped the handle of his long knife and looked around them.
"Let's go."
Nallore said
Well had a weird day at work lol started at 3:30 and ended at 8:00 and then the power goes out where I work around 7:30.
That sure is strange.
My day was neat. My friend from Scotland is visiting an we had a pizza/movie day.
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Nixie walked walked away from the stairs and turned to look at Luke when he asked if she was cold. She shook her head hurriedly, her cheeks dusting a light pink. "No, I'm fine for now." She lowered her head, watching her shoe as she traced shapes into the dusty floorboards. Drawing was fun and she was momentarily distracted until Luke continued to talk, being so nice as to offer her his jacket. She glanced up and shook her head, eyes widening when the boy trailed off and stared across the room at Devon being really weird. It was that crow again. What a weird bird. Did it think they were going to feed it? Weren't crows wild? She shrugged it off and looked away from both boys. All three of them were strange; boys in general were odd, but sometimes... just sometimes, they could be sweet and cute, too, but they quickly went back to being silly little boys. She inwardly giggled at her random thoughts. She was the weird one.
Walking over to the couch, she set down next to Aidyn. She listened as they talked about the cards, not really getting the whole fascination with them. How could they possibly tell the future? Magic stuff like that couldn't possibly be rule; her father said so and he never lied. Though the idea of a journey to make them all smart and strong really appealed to her. Because of her small size, she was always the last at finishing races or last to be picked for sports in gym class and though she loved to read, she had a really hard time with math and science. If she suddenly started to bring home all A+s on her homework, her parents would be so proud.
Beaming at the very idea, Nixie glanced at Aidyn and nodded excitedly. "What sort of game Aidyn?" She looked around the creepy old mansion and the most awesome idea popped into her head.
"This place would be perfect for hide and seek, wouldn't it?"
Walking over to the couch, she set down next to Aidyn. She listened as they talked about the cards, not really getting the whole fascination with them. How could they possibly tell the future? Magic stuff like that couldn't possibly be rule; her father said so and he never lied. Though the idea of a journey to make them all smart and strong really appealed to her. Because of her small size, she was always the last at finishing races or last to be picked for sports in gym class and though she loved to read, she had a really hard time with math and science. If she suddenly started to bring home all A+s on her homework, her parents would be so proud.
Beaming at the very idea, Nixie glanced at Aidyn and nodded excitedly. "What sort of game Aidyn?" She looked around the creepy old mansion and the most awesome idea popped into her head.
"This place would be perfect for hide and seek, wouldn't it?"
I'm having fun. It is very interesting and a change of pace from my other role plays! Playing a younger character for one.
Shadowcatcher said
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Did you mean to post here?
Anyone interested, please get your CS in. 2 spots still open! :)
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