Witch Cat

You can call me Knuckles; Unlike [Avatar Above] I don't...

...have eyes that float in front of my hair

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What's a god to an unbeliever?

You attempt to access RoleplayerGuild, but find yourself in an alternate reality of the forum where the above avatar has replaced Mahz. What changes?

The site is now dead because RP sites about a specific topic/fandom/style/etc. never last

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Sylvia Strange

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Location: Shop → Outside
Interacting With: (@Nallore) (@BlueSky44)

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Sylvia, for a second, felt hope as she saw that blade slice through the air. The blade was aiming directly at the thing’s head, so close to just ending it so quickly. She no longer felt the pain shooting through her body for that brief moment. But then, the knife fell.

It dipped slightly downward, her knife falling short. In an explosion of fury, Sylvia cursed herself with every unladylike word under the sun. The immense pain had returned too, causing her to bend over and press her weakened palm against the wound. Her warm blood spurted from between her fingers and Sylvia grew fainter by the second, Sera was a god sent when she hurried over to Sylvia’s side and helped her up.

Sylvia’s vision was growing fuzzy too, unable to think properly too as she was lead outside of the shop. She lazily threw her head back to view the scene, able to focus enough to see the creature crash through the wall, she let out a victorious moan of pain as she was herded inside the car.

"Happen to know somewhere safe to go in this fucked up town?"

Sylvia exhaled heavily as she turned to face her saviour, her eyes glassy and unfocused as she rolled back into a comfortable position in her seat. ”I...” her breathing was ragged and dry, Sylvia felt extremely thirsty and her stained shirt wasn’t doing much to brighten her mood.”I… I think the hospital is safe. Maybe a church. I don’t know, just step on the gas pedal already.”

She didn’t have the energy to speak above the whisper, she faced the window and looked outside, her lids drooping. She was so very tired.

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Eudora Esmeralda Erebus

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Location: Outside
Interacting With: Merc. (@Morose)

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"Does fiery extermination bother you?"

Eudora gazed back down at the girl. Not sneering at her but she wasn’t exactly smiling either. Every second she spent with this girl made her regret ever talking to her. Eudora was sure the girl was good at heart, probably some curse that turned her so… wrong.

"It is misfortunate if it does. It's a noble death for witches, the stake. My great-aunt Calpurnia was burned alive for her acts."

”I’m not looking to experience that anytime soon, sweet. Nor am I trying to bring that fate down on anyone else.” Eudora’s face turned stony as she spoke. She only meant to discourage the girl from trying to splash gasoline at her next, but she did truly want to help the girl. Save her from the monstrous hands that twisted her fresh and innocent mind. But something told her that this girl wasn’t going to let go easily. A troubling thought popped into Eudora’s mind too. Perhaps the little pyromaniac was a witch too, planning a spiritual attack on her. That would be an easy check. Eudora focused her vision not at the girl, but past her, trying to look deep within as she opened her mind up and-

Images of pews and crosses flashed in Eudora’s mind. Cathedrals, churches, power, witches, a mix of these seemingly polar opposite things. The vision grew clearer and stronger, she felt an energy swell in her as the vision became complete. She saw these important, yet faceless, figures gathering at a church. And just like that, the vision ended.

Eudora’s looked offset and worried. Mouth agape in an expression that screamed “huh”. She had finally found her new place of interest, and she felt just fine with abandoning the girl here to go off to the church. Not without asking for some directions first of course.

”Hey girl, do you know where the church is?” Why on Earth a demon child would care to remember where a church was located, Eudora didn’t know. Maybe she wanted to burn that place down next. She hoped she was able to reach there first.

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Aradia was stunned silent as she watched the woman’s body crumple to the floor. She was not only scared by the hideous sight but also perplexed. The thousand-mile-unblinking-stares of the cult members, their bright unfitting smiles and the silence of the church gave the whole place an eerie chill that could never be described with words.

The still silence continued for much longer. Aradia's eyes shifting from the corpse to her teammates then back to the corpse and just going on like this for a while as if time itself was stuck in an infinite loop. Finally, something did happen, nothing good, though.

The red tentacles bursting from every opening of the corpse was enough to snap Aradia out of whatever trance she was in. All that guilt and sadness was washed away as she reached down to pull the knife from the monster's head. Her survival came first, so there was no time to mourn these lost souls.

She turned, flinging her weapons blindly at any freak who decided to attack. Her bewitched blade slicing through their flesh and bone like a knife through butter, but a really efficient butterknife wouldn't be enough to fight the incoming hordes. She grasped the blade tightly as she drove it through another head, feeling the power sing to her. Aradia somehow found time to focus, feeling the faint and flickering life force of all the monsters around her. She shut her eyes, diving towards protection behind her coworkers as she chanted lightly. Archaic languages flew off her lips in quick succession as the energy within her swirled and opened up, draining what little life these monstrosities had. Granted, her power was diminished seeing as she's concentrating on draining the life of an entire group not a single entity, but she hoped it'll buy them some time.

As her spell took effect, she started to slowly fumble towards escape, following one of her coworkers who had cleverly spotted a door leading out, she grabbed anyone lagging behind, tugging them closer. She wanted everyone out of here. Alive.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Huh, I assumed Sylvia would be better at throwing things after she so skillfully threw her life away when she entered this crazy town.

Also my finals are coming up too so I might have to go on hiatus soon, I'll look up my calendar and try to plan exact dates. Until then, I'll try to post tomorrow or after tomorrow.

Your Zodiac

I'm so disappointed I'm not a wizard.

Poorly Describe a Plot Backwards

Godzilla: Giant lizard helps rebuild a city.

You attempt to access RoleplayerGuild, but find yourself in an alternate reality of the forum where the above avatar has replaced Mahz. What changes?

Every Cs starts with "Hi my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee..."

You are going back to school/college and discover the above avatar Is your teacher. What do you do?

How am I supposed to learn anything when the instructor is constantly being muffled by his mask?