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:ὁ Animalia [OPEN!]

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Dracula Modern Day Horror

Cool concept! A night of vampiric survival definitely seems like it could be fun. Looking forward to seeing how this progresses.

Frontier of the Damned

Location: Saloon | Interaction:@Raylah@DragonofTheWest@Nobodyman123

“Hey, Jack!” The young man snapped to, his diverted, spanning attention syncing in like a focused laser to the young woman who had also survived the hellish onslaught. “Is this black beast yours? Someone should calm him down before he turns the whole porch into splinters. I’m heading to the clinic to help take care of the injured, you will have to find the Sheriff on your own, it’s just a bit east from here.”

He gave an unseen nod as he watched the woman head out. Not the last time, he told himself, silently assuring that they'd meet again. With a calm demeanor that felt alien in the current situation, Jack made his way to the front of the saloon and stroked his horse's mane. It was a distracted effort as his eyes couldn't help but zero in on the double-dead, a phrase he decided was apt given the situation.

"Relax," came the forcefully calming words from the formerly masked gunslinger. "It seems old friend, we're not going anywhere for a while." Jack raised an eyebrow in the man and his ride's direction. The expression wasn't mean to paint disbelief as much as it was an awkward realization that they were in the same boat, so to speak. With a simple huff of laughter, Jack gave Pepper a hard pat marking a solid end to the loving pets.

"No kidding," he muttered under his breath. The surviving town moved like an aquatic organism, preferring to migrate in schools. The group of bipedal fish eventually found themselves congregating around Joshua, the predestined authority. After a short summary of the predicament, Joshua has left the town with an ultimatum; Hide or fight. Flee or be deputized.

"Oh my god..." Jack said, half defeated. "Outlaws get so much more tail than lawman," he explained to his horse. "This is going to hurt the reputation." Pepper looked back at him with no ounce of sympathy. She knew the stakes. She knew this was no joking matter. She knew what Jack had to do, or so he convinced himself. "Fine! G'dammit, fine!" he shouted in voluminous defeat. With agitation set on his face and a hand raised in the air, he called out to the sheriff. "Deputize me, I guess! But I want a shiny badge! It's gotta be shiny!"

:ὁ Animalia [OPEN!]

Location: Winter Festival | Interactions: Open

Vance's eyes stared straight ahead, boring through the moving images of students, families and general patrons as they scurried from one carnival attraction to the other. His elbows were propped on the picnic table upon which he sat while his paws rested under his chin, taking on the full weight of his head while his neck rested limp. His body was an unmoving statue, but his mind was racing at furious speed.

Each side of Vance's double-life were in a constant conflict for his attention and, as of late, The Student was losing its battle to The Enforcer. Even though it was just a short while, it felt like he hadn't been back to campus in months. Extra curricular not-so-legitimate activities had increased dramatically and it felt like Vance's phone was constantly summoning him away to address some form of seedy business that could not wait or be passed on to anyone else in the Ebonlock's syndicate.

The thought of "free time" seemed like a mythical notion. There was no free time, just the short pauses between one job to the next.

As he continued to sit, part of him wondered how long it would be until his phone chirped again. How many minutes until he would be called away to get his hands dirty? Was this a glimpse of the rest of his life? Is this how his father, the notorious Magnus Ebonlock, started out in his early career?

After having settled a morning collection run, Vance's attention was quickly caught by the appearance of the Winter Festival. The wandering masses seemed to move in unison toward the event and the young lion allowed himself to ride along with the current and drift in toward this social gathering filled with chit chat and laughter. Perhaps the company of jubilant people could snap him out of his funk, he thought. And so there he sat alone at the picnic table waiting for his environment to help regrow his sanity.

"Hey, there fella!" came an sudden intrusion into Vance's earshot. With a few rapid blinks and an uncomfortably abrupt return to reality, Vance cocked his head over to the voice. Before him stood a festively dressed frog with a bullhorn in his hand pointed directly at the lion. "What say you come on up and take a swing," the frog suggested aggressively before presenting the High Striker setup behind him. Take a sledge hammer, hit the target, see if you can make the puck shoot up high enough to hit the bell at the very top. If you succeeded, your victory would sound out in an infamously satisfying DING!

"No thanks," Vance mumbled, ready to reenter his zombified state of constant internal thought.

"Oh, I see," the carnival barker mused. "From here, it looked like you were a black lion. Obviously, I was wrong. You're nothing but yellow."

The last word created a spark within Vance. As if a switch has been flicked, Vance's pupils immediately grew, nearly enveloping his entire eyeball. His hands tightened into fists as his claws systematically protruded from the ends of his digits, embedding into his own palms. With low rumbled huff, Vance sprung to life, pulled himself out of the picnic table and seized the sledge hammer. With one arm, and what appeared to be a significant amount of ease, Vance brought the hammer down on its target with a thunderous boom. The inner puck raced skyward and violently clashed with the bell at its peak.

The frog's jaw was slacked as he witnessed the display. His amphibious eyes soon descended back onto the lion whom he found was already staring right back at him with two onyx orbs that warned of imminent danger to follow.

"Okay, okay, m-my bad..." the frog stammered, raising his hands up in a means of surrender. "Go ahead, take a prize... F-free of charge" he insisted. "Please, take the giant stuffed human. Two of them, even! Just... uh... don't do anything rash, alright? This is supposed to be a celebration and all..."

Vance's adrenaline began to recede, followed by the diameter of his pupils. Nonchalantly, he dropped the sledgehammer to the ground and shook his head for a moment, trying to rattle away his aggression. Gradually it seemed to work. Without taking any prizes or speaking any words, Vance turned and left the annoying carny. He refused to allow himself to become that guy. That scary version of himself. He wanted to laugh, to love, to have fun and just be Joe Average. What he was feeling more, lately, was a transformation that was beginning to prove he was his father's son.

A stinging sensation in his hands managed to break his concentration. Looking at them, he rolled his eyes and let our an exasperated sigh. A small trickle of blood was coming out of his hands in a couple of spots were his claws had penetrated his own skin. "Perfect," he said sarcastically while scanning the fair grounds. Soon his sight fell on what appeared to be a medical tent. They're bound to have something that can clean this up, he thought to himself. And with that, he began his stride.

Post a random fact about yourself.

Mouth noises in an asmr video can be relaxing for me. Mouth noises while eating in my vicinity will cause me to debate the pros and cons of homicide.

Word association Game!

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The Haunted House [18+]

After I lot of consideration, I think I'm going to take a potentially temporary leave. I'm happy to come back and give this another shot when you are feeling better and more capable. Until then, thank you all for an entertaining ride and I wish everyone luck!

@Squirrel98, sorry to hear about the challenges. Stay strong and I hope you have a speedy recovery!

About the Admin!

I hope you like it here and you find your ideal RP buddies soon!

Frontier of the Damned

Location: Saloon | Interaction:@Raylah@Silentfeather@DragonofTheWest@Nobodyman123

“Cover me!”

The demand was simple and earnest. Jack did as he was told. Shot after shot, the revolver emptied itself. What he would tell people later is that he nearly single-handedly halted an undead uprising. What he had actually accomplished was adding a few peep holes to the wall of building across the street. Luckily Jack was not the only one shooting and gradually corpses began to fall to their natural states after a bloody, explosive display.

Christina, a woman of action, quickly pulled the living, maskless enigma inside. It was like a toggle has been switched. Christina was just 'on', directing assistance, taking charge of the care of those in need. Jack looked on in careful observation and perhaps a tinge of admiration.

His focus was soon split, though. As the battle died down, the townsfolk started coming out of the woodwork to investigate the aftermath. He watched as a badged lawman surveyed the dead before retreating to their sanctuary of an office. He witnessed surviving members of local families coming to dramatic terms with their losses. He was, for a brief moment, at a loss for words.

Jack forced himself to return to the here and now. His eyes darted back to Christina who was being force fed some tough guy routine from the formerly masked potential bandit. The line of sight then shifted back to Kira, who proclaimed her best of intentions in aiding the potential rogue.

"It ain't everyday you gotta send a man to hell twice," Jack stated simply. "I think we did pretty well for ourselves, all things considered." As he spoke, he utilized the time to begin reloading his revolver, chamber by chamber. "I think one thing is for sure, though. This place is fucked." Whether it stemmed from magic or mad science, Jack quickly convinced himself that this horror was not over. There was always the 'W' trail. 'W'hy did the dead rise from their eternal slumber? 'W'ho aided in such an event? 'W'hen would the supernatural make itself known once more?

"You're brazen," he declared toward the mysterious man as a matter of fact. "You're protective," he said with a nod toward the elegant woman who had moved with such liquidity to the man's aid. "And you are quite possibly the most assertive woman I have ever met," he noted to the self-proclaimed healer. He took hold of his swiped bottle of whisky and enjoyed a few successive gulps before allowing an enormous grin to grow on his face. "Come to Longwater, they said. Easy games, they said..." His grin turned into a huff of laughter. "a family town, they told me. And here I am like some sucker dealing with some jerks that don't want to stay dead." Jack's revolver was fully restocked. He twisted his hand abruptly, demanding his wheel to return to its chamber. "So what now?" he asked. "If this gets worse, we're going to need more people. And some answers... And a lot more hardware. Who's in charge, anyway?"

Wild Wild West

OH NVM! JUST GOT IT!