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The Madness (An insane roleplay)

He watched Jace walk, actually taking the time to observe him. Even through the hazmat suit, he could see his way of walking. For someone involved in something like this, he should have more pride. Florence thought. But should he? After all, so far the side effects seemed pretty terrible. But maybe it would get better, and in time he wouldn't even have a migraine anymore, and he could have coherent thoughts and he could form them into words that made sense. More than anything he wanted to keep that outlook on this situation.

Florence didn't look too excited to be meeting other people. He was surprised to find that he wasn't getting overly anxious about the situation, but it still wasn't something he was looking forward to. He doubted that they could be in any better of a shape than he was in, and was almost afraid that it would be much, much worse. He watched as the doctor pulled the needle out with mild disinterest, and shrugged. He woke up not even half an hour ago, and most of that time was spent curled up in pain. How would he know if he could write or not? However, it did seem like it would be easier than talking.

The sudden intensity of the fluorescent lights in the hall amplified Flo's migraine once again. He could barely make out the sparse details in the hallway, and trailed Jace closely, almost resembling more of a lost, sad dog than a human. Jace was his rock, and he didn't want to be far from the only thing he knew in the hospital.

Days of the Festival of Aging {The Dragon tribe rp}

"Unfortunately, we don't. Despite the size of our building, we have a relatively small congregation," he answered, sneering at the hunters, "But being concentrated here also helps keep tabs on them." Ezekiel felt that because he could watch the hunters, he had the best location in the city. Anywhere else would just be tedious, and would spread his resources thin. Considering the cold war between the two, that was the last thing he wanted.

"Of course." While it went against his plans, the stranger did seem very on edge, and as a result he found himself more on edge as well. At least he had an idea of how frequently the guild was working tonight, and this meeting most likely wouldn't take too long. Focused on the man he barely saw the hunter trip, but focused on them once he saw the small group forming. Oh, this could be fun. He thought, shaking his head.

"Protectors? I'd call you harbingers of Armageddon. Really, useless in anything worthwhile." He retorted. Though the man was taller than him, Ezekiel didn't find that a problem. He glanced over to his child to tell her to back off some, not wanting her to get involved in anything. In his experience hunters had always been obnoxious and arrogant, and the man wasn't proving him wrong. "I'd rather pray for the heathens' salvation. You seem to need it much more." His tone was even and showed no emotions. It had taken him awhile to learn to remain so calm around the people he wanted nothing more than to burn. But maybe the man was an idiot, and Ezekiel could gain some insight on what was going on. "Now, do you actually have a reason for approaching me or is this just a waste of time?"

Red String of... Fate?

While his patience had worn thin near the end of the line, Luther was glad to find himself finally in his sixth floor room. He placed his belongings on his bed and contemplated getting everything else. That would take too long,he decided, but looking at his items realized he still needed his books for class. Sighing, he turned back around out his door, and paused. Getting those things could wait. Maybe he should get his bearings first. So instead of doing anything meaningful, Luther simply wandered around the halls, wasting time.

LibertyVille Public Highschool(A not so normal,anything could happen highschool)

"Don't be so quick to defend yourself, I wouldn't really care either way." Sebastian commented wit a shrug. Whatever Eddie did with his own life wasnt his concern. "With everyone in this school, I think scheduling issues are the least of their worries. All my classes are the same way." Looking at the newcomer, he shook his head. "A lot of teachers are late to homeroom. Or maybe a fight broke out, who knows?"

LibertyVille Public Highschool(A not so normal,anything could happen highschool)

its all good man o: take your time

LibertyVille Public Highschool(A not so normal,anything could happen highschool)

"Is the money good, at least? That must be a pain with some spirits." He probably wouldn't do it himself, but Sebastian hoped that Eddie was at least making some money off of it. "You're a freshman, yeah? Must be terrible." He should have been a senior, but he was forced to repeat a year upon moving to the country.

LibertyVille Public Highschool(A not so normal,anything could happen highschool)

Having just finished going over a mandala spread, Sebastian turned to Eddie, gathering all the cards back up. "Morning." While they had more skills than him, he was glad they had some common ground with their abilities. "I'm already tired of this year." He muttered, now having moved onto fixing his hair. Only two weeks in school and he already wanted out, something that happened every year. His overall goal in life was to be a shaman, why did he even need school? If it weren't for his family's intimidation about it he would have dropped out long ago.

LibertyVille Public Highschool(A not so normal,anything could happen highschool)

Usually, Sebastian preferred to sit outside until the bell rang. Being outside made him feel more at ease, and to get himself together. But it was only the second week, and people would still try to take his seat in homeroom. It was a nice seat, sitting against the window in the back row, and it was one that was hard to get. So instead he found himself sitting in homeroom defending it, doing his daily tarot reading.

Number 07, The Chariot. Today was going to be a good day. If he saw any spirits, at least it would be on his own terms, a rare event. He knew some people looked down on him for believing in his readings, but they had never led him wrong before. If the powers that be controlled them, how could they possibly be wrong?

Sebastian sat back in his chair, shuffling his cards and laying out various spreads. When he didn't sit outside he didn't get as much business in the morning, but sometimes people still found him in here. He didn't care too much about it though. He was a morning person, and was usually in a good enough mood to do card readings for free in homeroom, as long as he could choose the spread. It was a nice way to practice.

Days of the Festival of Aging {The Dragon tribe rp}

It wasn't unusual for Ezekiel to see people on edge, so he didn't question it. The town did have some criminals, after all; his street sermons provided a worthwhile cover for them more often than not. It was a complex philosophy, his church, and he had just gotten a few words out before the man in front of him had a question. And for someone who thought that he had been asked everything, and had an answer for everyone, Ezekiel paused. Sure, people asked him questions as jokes sometimes, but the man seemed completely serious about it. Did he? Would that even be possible? Under the mask, he cracked a smile. Whether they were really serious or not, he enjoyed the question. "We never had such the privilege, but of course, we would. Who would I be to deny the gods such a union? In fact, I believe it would be an honor to do such a thing." After all, Ezekiel did have authority to wed humans. He couldn't see any reason why it couldn't apply to the exalted ones. He doubted such a thing could ever happen, though, his beloved gods above ever communicating with the unholy trash known as humanity. Humans were woefully inadequate to talk to them, in his opinion, let alone perform ceremonies for them. It really would be one of the highest honors to do so, something he could only imagine.

Red String of... Fate?

Luther didn't walk into the hotel carrying much - A few days worth of clothes basic necessities packed in a bag, and an accordion in a case. His roommate being a kleptomaniac, he had a habit of keeping most of his possessions in his modest car, and because of it the back of his car was nearly unusable. Was this even the right hotel? Pulling out his phone to check, the man was surprised to find that it was. It wasn't like he was going to complain. The long line would be annoying to some people, but he didn't really mind it. With the prices they were offering it was natural many people would be interested in getting a room.

He made brief eye contact with someone, and took a moment before looking away. Were they a woman, or a man? Either way, they were attractive enough that Luther didn't mind the look. He took a spot in line and absently gazed at the decor. While his work was more colorful than most, it was still a hospital, and it was nice to be out of it.