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hey!! i'm wisp!!!
if there are supers involved (or even just super powers) i'm 100% down for rping it.



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Yes, of course! We do have a character in need of a soul mate, if you're interested. If not, you can make whoever you'd like and we can wait for a partner to come along.


I'm brainstorming to see if I can come up with a male character, because I'd really like to fill the needed space. (From my understanding, that's what's needed?) If it's not a problem, I may just end up joining with the female character I already had in mind.
This looks like an interesting roleplay! You're still accepting new characters, correct?
@hagroden ??? What do you mean, "unsubscribe"? Are you leaving the roleplay?
@Sapphire Awesome! I hope we get another person soon o:
@Amelian Draco Oh man, I hope you feel better soon. D:
Take your time and focus on getting better!
Took me a few days, but I finally got this done!

The other person, little more than a silhouette to Amelia, was breathing heavily; had that show of power taken so much out of them? Sure enough, when John did his...thing, it was clear their stalker had used a lot of his energy in the bravado he'd put on. Once he was closer, she realized that this was just a kid - maybe around Terry's age, but that was just a kid, really. She frowned and listened to him babble, moving Jerome from her shoulder to rest him against the wall. If there was no need to run, she wouldn't strain herself or put Jerome at risk unnecessarily. Holding a medium-sized dog was different from holding an adult man, and she couldn't keep that up.

"You should've just come forward," Amelia told him, crossing her arms in disapproval. She was pretty sure she was using 'that' voice - the one she used when she scolded Terry or his friends - and stepped towards the stranger. "You know our names from your eavesdropping - what's yours?"

Though the kid hadn't given them a solid reason not to trust them outside of the eavesdropping and general creeping, Amelia knew that trusting anyone who wasn't straight-forward was a risk. If she at least had his name, that gave her a better chance to find him later. Even in the dim light, she could make out his features easily, too; if he tried to run, she'd probably catch him no problem, too. She'd like to see him try to outrun her, honestly. It would be laughable. Still, whether John would bring the kid with them to Haven was up in the air. given how little they had to go on as it was. Sure, it was cynical to not even trust a teenager, but she was already putting her faith in one stranger today, and she wasn't exactly eager to do it with another, regardless of the circumstances.
Amelia took Jerome from John without complaint, taking a moment to make sure the unconscious man was still breathing. Though he wasn't stirring, his breathing was steady enough, and she hefted him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. It was a bit different, carrying him without moving, and she shifted her own weight accordingly so she wouldn't topple over or drop him.

"Understood," she responded lowly, a small nod reinforcing her agreement.

A voice echoed around them, and Amelia cringed at the volume of it. She couldn't identify the direction it was coming from, but it was clear this person had been listening in on their conversation - she quietly swore under her breath at that. Still, if this person was really as omnipotent as they were trying to sound, they would've known about her brothers - and with no word on them, she knew they'd simply been eavesdropping. With a frown etched into her features, she once again shifted her weight to steady herself when the sewers trembled. Was the other guy trying to bring them down? She was tempted to pass Jerome off to John again and just backtrack; it wasn't like she couldn't find her way back to John, after all.

Still, it seemed safer to let John call the shots for now, though she shuffled back a bit, adjusting Jerome when he started to slip from her grip. "I don't like this," she muttered, just loud enough for John to hear.
I'd be interested in the Pokémon GO idea; the idea that playing the game more would encourage a rift is particularly appealing.
(I'm really looking forward to the game's release in 2016 - it can probably only be beat by VR.)
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