Whimsley

Madam Lilith School for Supernatural

@Overlord24

Door?

You remembered the lich coughing forth from a smoky wall that swung itself open on the day before classes; the knowledge Mathigyle had secret rooms was one most knew, but how was one to get in? Ah yes, all secret rooms had secret doors! A shifting book, a secret lever, something of that variety. In this case, perhaps it was a loose brick? You poked, you prodded, and finally a brick flew into the wall space! And another beside it! There was darkness that peered back into you, and you took a closer look.

Inside...

There was...

A raccoon. He smelled of death and tangerines.

Perhaps there were more to the lich's secret rooms than a switch. Whatever the case, the aura you had detected was not the lich's, but that of a simple, mangy raccoon. It scurried away as the bricks inexplicably crashed back into place. The wall looked as if it had been built yesterday. At this point, did you question your own abilities or the abilities of the lich?

In an undisclosed location, an ancient, robed Mathigyle swore into bubbling liquids and swatted the air in frustration as a fly buzzed about.

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Arcadia

_{Inside the Z-ATV}

Jäger's metal hadn't settled in the chair before a hunched Junker addressed him. If the reference to being a "kid" of Kho were meant to rile Jäger, it did not have the intended effect. Rather, Jäger saw him as a misinformed individual. A microscopic bolt of lightning rounded Jäger's pupil as he unstrapped the book of Kho from his chain belt. He showed the cretin the face of the book, a firm hand grasping the binding. Jäger's metal gauntlet tapped the symbol on the front of the cover twice. "Yea, I am of Kho, but in no way am I his child," Jäger said.

"To be open to the ways of Kho is to realize one's inner potential. One must first accept that potential is limitless," Jäger continued. "If one's inner potential is limitless, then there is no master better than oneself to unlock that potential. And in limitless potential, there is limitless possibility. No two quests are the same." Jäger leaned back in his chair and began to flip through the all-too-familiar pages. The sound of ruffling paper comforted him. There was a serene quality to it, as if it hadn't even broken the silence. "Without a master, there is no student. Without a parent, there is no child. The quest is individual," Jäger said. He leaned forward, "Do you understand? I am not a child of Kho. I am his prospect, and his eventual equal. I am He to enlighten myself."

The book closed shut, and a gust of air momentarily blew Jäger's bangs to the side. He strapped the leather-bound tome to its rightful place, and returned to an upright position. "Kho is the beginning, you are the end. Seek Him in you," Jäger said.

Madam Lilith School for Supernatural

Mathigyle

Mathigyle never slept, he merely brewed potions and wandered halls every once in awhile. The darkness didn't keep itself quaint. He would need to advise the boy with the short, black hair to not wander so aimlessly in the middle of the night. And to not peep in such convenient holes that the Head mistress and he had inexplicably missed. There were no cracks now, the lich could feel it. Mathigyle had too many tasks to complete to always be on guard. The next, unwatched night might be more... eventful.

Mathigyle's courses were instructed approaching evening, and in the dead of night for the advanced students. It was when Mathigyle brewed best, and received his greatest inspirations of alchemical genius. Checking three watches and tracing the air with his finger, the lich estimated a rough time table in which he had to brew before class. He was in one of his many, secret laboratories within the school, but it was impossible to tell which. "Soon..." Mathigyle arched his creaking neck towards Jeffrey. "Soon."

@kagethekiller

And as Mr. Mors wandered into his classroom, there would be a tiny glass container on the corner of his desk. The size of a thimble, it was in the shape of an Erlenmeyer flask. Microscopic bubbles collected at the center of the bright pink liquid and radiated to the outer walls of the glass before popping. The carbonation, though, did not seem to decrease with time. This must be that telepathic potion you asked for. But you were teaching History now! Whether Mr. Mors returned the flask or kept it for his own private use was a decision within his hands.

@kagethekiller @NewMoonGamer @Lady Athena @WizardGirl

On your desks were beakers containing an earthy brown liquid that seemed to twist about into a central whirlpool, despite any lack of momentum acting upon it. Another of Mathigyle's experimental concoctions, no doubt about it. Veteran teachers would note that Mathigyle often offered one his many concoctions to the faculty after a night's brewing, but he barely mentioned when it was going to happen. Too many zany projects on his mind to think about that. Whether you trusted the lich's alchemy abilities or not, drinking a strange potion was another matter. Those who might drink the potion would be visited by Mathigyle later to collect data. His brews most often yielded beneficial data, but there are occasionally minor mishaps. If you refused the drink, it was no insult; you merely did not wish to take part in the study and advancement of alchemy. Despite your choice, instinct told you another glass would be poured on your desk soon enough.

Madam Lilith School for Supernatural

I already see three classes are set up, so I'll go ahead and volunteer Mathigyle's alchemy course to be a "2nd period" class.

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

Arcadia

_{Inside the Z-ATV}

Jäger picked up on the subtle body movements conveyed by Haley as he approached. She shifted in place. Why? Was she preparing something of herself or for someone else? Jäger checked her hands. No weapons drawn, for now. He continued to step forward broad-chested, his trademark smirk gleaming. What was she onto?

Haley grasped his gauntlet weakly, and Jäger raised an eyebrow. It was normal to not be familiar with Saiga tradition, but the way she fumbled her hands was suspicious. She was nervous. Afraid, even. Her exaggerated movement into the hide of her shoulder pad, her jittery movements, what caused her such discomfort? What reason did she have to be afraid of Jäger? None, save for paranoia. That would be strange, though, for someone affiliated so closely with CMAS to have anxiety for no reason. There was something wrong with one of the Junkers onboard. Or worse yet, the Z-ATV or the entire mission itself. Being outside of Arcadia's walls surely wasn't enough for this behavior. Jäger had complete faith in the CMAS organization, which led him to believe there were some ulterior motives to this mission than previously debriefed.

He couldn't say anything out of line or stay by Haley; he would draw attention to the both of them. Jäger held the handshake for a moment longer, pale blue eyes staring into hers. Checking for any movement, any notion or indication, a hint, anything. Whatever her reaction, he would let go as easily as he began the greeting. "We are of different kin; our necessities are borne by tradition," Jäger said as he turned an iron pauldron to her. The formality was his blood. "May Kho guide you unto Him."

~Battle of the Supernatural~ Accepting.

We're going to be recruiting again to try and get this RP populated again. If you have any friends that might be interested, send them our way!

Rings of Fate

Krunk Fortress, Lobby

_{Murder is fine}

The door opened to reveal more rolling ball men. They must be pretty small to fit in those suits. Zerraf wondered why they wore such an inconvenient uniform. Musing to himself, the wind mage spun his rapier about and pointed at various workers in the kitchen. "Eh-yo, you, or you, or you..." Zerraf continued until he had pointed at each individual. "Where do you keep treasures? You stole something of mine," Zerraf said. He licked the inside of his cheek. "And some ale would be nice..." A disruption of air from the corner caught Zerraf's attention. He yawned and trudged over, hunched, rapier lowered.

The girl from earlier lied next to Alexander, the man Zerraf suspected to be a rolling ball man. The situation confirmed two beliefs: he was still aligned with this bronchitis leader guy, and Alexander wasn't very good in a fight. Zerraf sheathed his rapier and leaned over (more than he already was) to offer his left hand to Eleanor. At the moment, his eyes still had that layer of gloss covering them, and black bags underneath. "Nice shot," Zerraf said.

The Hallows Inn [Revamped]

Interested, I would love to see more of this!

Pokemon: Rise of the Rebellion

Indigo Samson

@A Tattooed Girl

Indigo leaned forward in response to a force to his back, catching himself with a step forward. Maximilian spun about, lowered, practiced, between Indigo’s legs. Nails scraped against concrete. The spines erupting from his back began to shake and glow. His eyes were arched. The source of the push apologized, and Maximilian took another look. The glow dissipated. His ears and eyes took to synchronized patterns of movement, evaluating Brynn silently. The heel of one of Indigo’s black shoes patted against Maximilian’s purple, spiny hide. Maximilian stood to full height once again. Indigo lifted a leg over the Nidoran♂ and planted it beside his leg, turning about himself. His pupils dilated. She had a cap pulled backwards, a plain white shirt, and a wrinkled leather jacket over the shirt. Her breath was audible and her hair was just a tad unkempt. Indigo shook his head lightly and placed two fingers as a ‘V’ on his temple. Focus.

She must have been running from something. Before Indigo took a step forward, the Espeon had already moved in front of him to check the mouth of the alleyway. Her body language didn’t relay a sense of danger. Indigo readjusted his frames and lowered his chin to face the girl once again.

“I know as much as you,” Indigo said. He looked to the sky again as another clap of thunder raged the scene. Time was running out. “We’ll figure it out as we go.” Was this what it was to be Rebellion?

@DarthSeverus394

Sam spoke volumes when the sky spoke so much louder. It wasn’t a time for a political speech, but the action warranted bravery. Then again, bravery was different from courage. If Sam was afraid of the chaos around them, he didn’t show for it. He showed empathy, extending a hand to a man with Regime attire. Furthermore not picking a fight with any Regime members that might be amongst them. It was a change of heart from the forest just days earlier. Was it the change of setting? It was difficult to think against thunder.

On their way to the compound, Indigo ran up beside of Sam and held his jaw agape a moment. “What changed your mind?” Indigo said between pants of breath, in reference to sympathizing with the Regime.

--

They made their way to the compound, under guise of apocalypse. The station was in a state of fallout. The sounds of human wailing racked on Indigo’s ears, but the cries of Pokémon were nearly enough to overtake him. He knelt down. Indigo shivered, dragging his nails into the dirt. He repeatedly balled handfuls of dirt into his hand, compressing them back into the earth. His eyes stayed focused on the ground, teeth gritting together. They continued to hide behind bushes. Was this what it was to be Rebellion?

Indigo thought back to all of the times he’d hid behind bushes and people had suffered, where Regime officers had used force to incapacitate the innocent. If Indigo had interfered, he’d be on the ground with the others. In a prison with the others. Dying with the others. But that didn’t mean anything to his dreams at night. And there were so many this time.

@Natsucooldude

“There are pokémon that will die without us. How cruel are we to stand aside and do nothing?” said Indigo. It was more of an insult than a plan, and an illogical one at that. Despite his strong words, Indigo had no solid plan to offer, and remained hidden in his hypocrisy. His dramatic statement relied on the fact that the Regime would ignore their war for the time being. Indigo looked up to the golden sky. There were greater powers at work now. Surely the best course of action wasn’t to retreat? Indigo thought of no better plan, but said nothing of the matter. He looked to the wounded man who was wondering in and out of consciousness.

“Doctor,” Indigo said, face returning from the sky. He’d overheard the dressed woman say he was a doctor in the alleyway. “You’re not with the Rebellion. You can help this man and all of them better than any of us can. Go.” Was it cowardice or a sense of self-preservation that didn't offer to go with him? Common sense or a lack of self-confidence? By any means, Indigo offered no helping hand.

Rings of Fate

Krunk Fortress, Lobby

_{There were many like it, but that one was mine}

Zerraf turned his neck, back turned to Ainra. The rapier remained hovering over Jenso's shoulder as the door was opening. His wide brim hat cast a shadow over his eyes. Below the shadow was his red mask, expanding upon a rush of wind from Zerraf's mouth. "It was comfy. I could dream," Zerraf said. Ainra felt a draft had entered the room.

He rounded his left shoulder and faced forward once again. "Where we start doesn't matter to me," said Zerraf to the door.