RockFace

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Yugeto & RockFace Collaboration

Okani traversed through the path ahead of him, or rather ahead of Ciara. 'Unfortunate I'll be entering this town with no allies, but managing should be no issue. Passing this patch of forest should be the last hurdle before the town ahead.' Okani thought to himself.

Further up on the path, Okani noticed a familiar figure sitting cross-legged on the trail, unmoving. 'Must've been that girl from earlier...' Okani observed as the figure became more and more recognizable and detailed. Once the girl was in speaking distance, Okani acknowledged her.

"Well, it doesn't look like either one of us has made much progress." Okani joked. "Listen, I apologize for getting off on the wrong foot earlier; like you, I need to get more and more accustomed to 'regular life' again; it's hard to operate in secrecy and normalcy at the same time." Okani said, nearing the girl still. "Please, would you tell me your name? You've heard mine already." She noticed the girl eating a ration pack; from the looks of it, she didn't have many left, if any at all.

"Name's B." B finished her ration pack by dumping it down her gullet and stood up. "No worries, I know I'll probably offend some people. Not that I'm trying to... I think I'll mostly stick to business talk in town so I don't screw anything up too bad. Want a ration pack?" Without waiting for Ciara to reply, she tossed a ration pack in her direction. Ciara caught the pack clumsily, opening it slowly and reaching in for some sustenance. "Thank you very much; it's good to meet you once again, B. Shall we go on?" Ciara asked, walking as she ate from her ration pack, picking at the crumbs inside. "Sorry if the packs are messed up. They've been banged around a lot." Ciara waved B's comments off. "Oh please, this is a much more convenient way to eat the rations, like chips. Allows us to stay mobile so we reach our destination faster; it's serendipitous, almost." Ciara said cheerfully.

B joined Ciara in walking towards Kell. She wondered how long this odd companionship would last. She wouldn't make progress as quickly with Ciara, but she felt comfortable travelling with someone else, just a little bit less on edge.

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So, Spirit:

I've read multiple cases of people "sensing large amounts of spirit" or something similar. How does that work? So anyone with a kage can just be tracked down, no matter where they are?

Recharging spirit: Just sleep/rest? Time spent relaxing?

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Watcher's Lake

Beatrice Magin

Beatrice slowed long before reaching the lake this time. She was tired - both physically and spiritually.

She was surprised to see the Golden Mercenary's gear stil near the lake, exactly how she left it. Not sure why someone would leave their gear unattended for that long, the possibilities flooded B's mind. The least paranoid of those was that the merc set up camp nearby and wasn't worried about his gear. The most paranoid was that a hunter had killed the merc and was now nearby. With the people she had run into so far, and the transport ship crashing, B wouldn't be surprised if more military was close by.

B quickly rinsed the biggest and most annoying pieces of raccoon off of her and her purse, and did her best to wash her hands and her face. She then went to a different part of the lake and drank some water, submerging her head under the surface to avoid any scum that was floating. She wanted to go for a swim, but didn't want to be caught at a disadvantage. For the first time in a long while B thought about her appearance. She knew she looked awful. Her clothes, cutoff jean shorts and a short-sleeved red t-shirt, were dirty and splattered with blood, but at least the blood blended in with the shirt. Her hair, a light brown, had grown out only an inch or two since she shaved her head months ago. It didn't quite cover a nasty scar across her entire forehead, made worse by the lack of medical attention. The only advantage about her appearance was that she was short. She looked non-threatening. She didn't have any hope of getting in town. She needed a proper wash and new clothes. Maybe she should have gone with Ciara.

Screw it. B stripped and got into the water. She was in and out in record time, finally clean. She did her best to shake and wipe the water off of her, then got back into her dirty clothes. They were wet, but not soaked.

She decided to eat a ration pack from her purse. While the wrappers were intact, B's running around had reduced the contents of the packs to a pulp. She settled on pouring the pack into her mouth.

B wanted to search the path for clues, but it was getting dark and B was not a tracker. She thought back to Ciara. I really should have followed her. You still can. I'm so tired though, if I run to catch up to her will I be prepared enough if more military come? We can cut the corner, show up on the path in front of her. B was unsure. I really need to find a place to rest. Ciara may be the best chance of that. Maybe you'll share a hotel? B thought for a moment. First I'll walk along this path, see if I find any Golden Mercenaries. Or hunters. Then we'll see if cutting across the woods is a good idea or not.

B started out at a walk down the path, then a light jog. She slowly accelerated to a run, then a sprint, then her bounding stride. She focused on conserving her energy and her spirit. With no more signs of the Golden Mercenaries, she cut sharply North into the trees. If her sense of direction was right, the first trail she hit would be the one Ciara was taking.

Roleplayer CAFE

B entered the cafe. She is short and toned. She has dirt and blood on her clothes. Her hair has only grown out an inch from when she shaved it. She is only 15 years old, but looks much older.

Just a year ago she was a competitive gymnast, on track to compete in nationals when she was old enough. Due to some crazy events, her soul bonded with a spirit that granted her powers. The spirit, name Z, is normally only a mental projection of B, but now everyone can see her. B is followed by a massive tigress named Z.

After fighting for survival for a year, the cafe is almost foreign to B. She stands behind Romy and Perry, with Z beside her, wondering if she should seat herself or wait to be seated.

Roleplayer CAFE

Oops, meant to post this in the IC.

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How many duck-sized horses could your character take?

(rockface and faithfulmuse) The hunt

Seeing Ella asleep, Poitr went to the cafeteria to get her breakfast. He had no idea what she would like. What did Shapeshifters eat? What did Ella change into? He got two plates of an array of veggies, fruits, eggs, bacon, sausage, and homefries. Whatever Ella didn't eat, he would. The fruit and veggies weren't quite fresh, and all the food wasn't great quality. Poitr worried about Ella not liking it. He should have thought to stop at a diner.

Poitr returned to Ella's room. Sister Lazenby was nowhere to be found. He thinks the Sister might still be getting breakfast. He didn't want to wake Ella, but he had to worry about time and the breakfast getting cold.

Poitr brushed some hair out of Ella's face and tucked it behind her ear, then shook her by the shoulder lightly. "Good morning Ella."

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Hey! Interested in joining, looking over the info before I make a character sheet. Just saying hi!

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BBeast said
Merry belated Christmas everyoneI hope you have a nice time in Australia. Where abouts are you staying, may I ask?

I'm in Newcastle, NSW. Working sailing and hanging out with some cool people :)

(rockface and faithfulmuse) The hunt

Poitr took a cab home. He had a lot to catch up on for work. And he had to have a serious conversation with Lindsey. He scripted out a few lines of dialogue with Lindsey in his head, but he had no idea how to bring Ella up or how Lindsey would react. They had talked about adoption before but decided against it. That had been after the second miscarriage.

He decided that worrying over the conversation wouldn't help anything now. He took out his phone and began responding to the six unread texts and more than fifty unread emails for work, but not before sending a text to Lindsey letting her know he'd be home soon.

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The following morning, Poitr pulled up to the hospital in his car, alone. Lindsey had told him - sincerely - to do what he thought was best. She hadn't wanted to miss another day of work. There was a big merger going on, and she couldn't afford to miss more meetings while still being an integral part of the merger. Poitr had secretly hoped that Lindsey would decide about Ella one way or the other - it would take a burden off of his conscious. He still hadn't told her that Ella was a shapeshifter.

He met Sister Lazenby in the visitor's area as planned. After a brief greeting, they went to meet Ella for breakfast. Sister Lazenby didn't push Poitr about the decision yet.

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Had a nice warm Christmas here in Australia! I'm skipping the winter back home in NY and spending an extra summer here :)

edit: Also have a laptop finally, picking it up later today. Things will go a lot smoother now that I don't have to post from my phone :)