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Blackbury: City of Supernatural

Tatsua Aiisen said
B's delicious juniors (and the oldie) have finally arrived.

[Incoherent grumbling]

I had an impromptu road trip last night and am now at work so my post is a bit delayed but I'll have one up tonight

Blackbury: City of Supernatural

Pretty fantastic I must say
Must like horses.

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Media Person, Rudimentary Peni cover by S.F.H

Blackbury: City of Supernatural

I liked it, not overly descriptive, enough to get a picture in your head and let your mind do the rest.

I usually wait for someone else if I know they're typing it up or something but I rarely reply after myself, so unless it comes down to it, I'll wait a a bit for my second post.

lotta opportunity for everyone else to sling some more exposition in there or something.

Blackbury: City of Supernatural

Frank had been in the underworld for only about ten minutes, and he already detested the place. He wasn't one for clubs, sure there were many other supernaturals around but that didn't change a thing, there was a bevy of folks who were obviously werewolves talking about something or other in a far, dimly lit corner. Frank made a mental note to stay away from that part of the club, not that it mattered much, you could tell who was who in this place, magic-users intermingling with vampires and werewolves, it overwhelmed ones sense of who was what in such a confined area. Frank began to wonder why he came here, then out of the corner of his eye he saw the bar with the wall behind it lined with spirits of all shape, sizes, colors and viscosity if you're into that sort of thing. Some of which were so old and outdated you cold practically taste them by looking at them, but he wasn't here for them, as much as he enjoyed the sight of them he just needed a pint.

Frank strolled over to the bar, pulled a crumpled up note or two and some shrapnel from his back pocket and laid on the table. "A pint of something stout, Keep the change." He said gruffly, and before he knew it the man produced a glass of a strong smelling alcohol, he thanked the bar tender and began to sip his beverage while surveying this club, with a drink in hand he decided it wasn't all that bad, could be worse actually. He didn't have much else planned here but thee something other than the bar caught his eye, a bounty board. How nice, employment and alcohol no wonder people were always here. Frank slowly looked over the board a few rogue people needing to be found, the occasional misplaced occult item, someone was apparently missing their head and was in need of help finding it. Then he spied one that caught his interest and promised good pay, normally he wouldn't bother, but work had been sparse and taking money from dead people is getting less and less profiting these days.

Frank produced a pen from his suit jacket's inner pocket ad signed it in a horrid scribble that somewhat resembled his name, he figured he could actually help in this one, dead people were his forte, he truly worked best with them. Usually because they don't talk back, or have the trivial trappings that make the living so hard to be around like opinions and free will and all that nonsense. Worst case scenario he'd be with a few other people, in-fact he guaranteed to be if anyone else signed this, he tried not to think about, hopefully they'd let him do whatever he needed to do in peace and in preferable, but unlikely silence.

He peered back over to the bar briefly and noticed that a man with a hat was looking over at him after he had singed the note, Frank quickly sized him up out of the corner of his eye, he could feel his presence, his supernatural one anyway. And he could tell that this man was a werewolf, and that he just signed this werewolf's bounty note. Frank sighed slightly.

"Fuck."

Blackbury: City of Supernatural

I was going to have my intro up tonight but my Internet decided to be stupid and I didn't quite feel like doing it via my phone. So expect one tomorrow morning.

EDIT: And lo' and behold it is done.

Blackbury: City of Supernatural

MurderedLove said
So im making a start, but how do people just find this place ? are they just dragged towards it ?

You took the words right out of my mouth.

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Fell said
I'm sorry, I tried, but for some reason I just couldn't come up with a character for this Rp, I'm really not sure why. Every time I died an idea I hit a wall and just couldn't force one out, and I didn't want to make a subpar character. The RP looks really fun, and maybe in a few hours I will come up with a character, but for now I just don't have one.

That's understandable, I think its safe to say we've all been there at some point.
I find reading or listening to music helpful.

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Fell said
I don't think I am going to be able to join after all, I'm sorry

Aw man, second person to bow out of this.
That's a shame.

Blackbury: City of Supernatural

Tatsua Aiisen said
Dem young magic users, Beatrice is going to have a field day.

Old magic users 4lyfe