This sounds interesting! But quick question, basically in this rp we go around RPing as ghosts trying to kill a bunch of targets indirectly? (Like luring them into traffic, making them fall off a ladder, etc.)
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So umm, I'm just a RPer on the internets. I'm from Iran, which makes me a PURRsian, and I moved to the states a while ago. I know 4 languages, only 2 of those fluently, but I still prefer RPing and talking in English. I'm not really a witch or a cat (or am I?), but I still like making good luck jars and sigils for the ~＊~ＡＥＳＴＨＥＴＩＣ~＊~. I think I have a notebook full of sigils and written rituals lying somewhere that I use for RPs.
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Aradia felt a moment of shock and gratitude when the vampire intervened, only then to mentally scold him. "What are you doing?" she wailed in her mind, obviously the vampire couldn't hear her thoughts but Aradia's widened eyes delivered the message just fine.
Aradia switched her expression back to neutral once she faced the director again, temporarily amused when he spoke of Madame Red. When talking to anyone else, Aradia would've teased saying the person has an admirer, but Aradia didn't want her life to be on the line too. So she remained tight-lipped and still, only moving once the vampire turned to leave and she only did nod her head slightly at him. Now it was just the 2 of them with an infinite and deafening silence stretching between them.
Once Hadley spoke, Aradia could almost feel the silence shattering like fine China. She let him go on his tirade, not bothered by his talk of chaperones and cracking and only stopping him once he stopped.
"It seems to me that under a certain level of stress, you crack, and when you crack, you endanger your whole team.”
That same fiery passion sparked once again in Aradia at that comment, she felt her cheeks grow hot but she spoke coolly. "You should know better than anyone that when in battle, you don't have time to just sit around and think about your next move like it's a game of chess. I can tell the future, but I can't predict everything. In dire situations like those, I don't crack, I react."
She took a calming breath and continued, her posture now more loose and confident, oozing her "challenge authority" attitude. She wasn't going to go down without a fight. "Our cover was blown, exits were blocked and an attack incoming, and so I followed my instinct. 'Fight' it told me, and so I did. It may seem like a foolish choice now, but remember, everyone is a general after the battle, Mr Hadley."
Aradia switched her expression back to neutral once she faced the director again, temporarily amused when he spoke of Madame Red. When talking to anyone else, Aradia would've teased saying the person has an admirer, but Aradia didn't want her life to be on the line too. So she remained tight-lipped and still, only moving once the vampire turned to leave and she only did nod her head slightly at him. Now it was just the 2 of them with an infinite and deafening silence stretching between them.
Once Hadley spoke, Aradia could almost feel the silence shattering like fine China. She let him go on his tirade, not bothered by his talk of chaperones and cracking and only stopping him once he stopped.
"It seems to me that under a certain level of stress, you crack, and when you crack, you endanger your whole team.”
That same fiery passion sparked once again in Aradia at that comment, she felt her cheeks grow hot but she spoke coolly. "You should know better than anyone that when in battle, you don't have time to just sit around and think about your next move like it's a game of chess. I can tell the future, but I can't predict everything. In dire situations like those, I don't crack, I react."
She took a calming breath and continued, her posture now more loose and confident, oozing her "challenge authority" attitude. She wasn't going to go down without a fight. "Our cover was blown, exits were blocked and an attack incoming, and so I followed my instinct. 'Fight' it told me, and so I did. It may seem like a foolish choice now, but remember, everyone is a general after the battle, Mr Hadley."
Eudora Esmeralda Erebus
Location: Church
Interacting With: The Devil
Interacting With: The Devil
Eudora scanned the pages of her book silently, her eyes quivering slightly as they darted from page to page, searching, but for what? Eudora wouldn't say she felt hopeless at the moment, just apathetic. She questioned the help she really offered. Was sitting around waiting for a sign just her subconsciously trying to escape from her problems?
She sighed heavily and looked back at Phillip who was still staring at her before dropping his head and wandering elsewhere. All the hope and bliss she had left in her slowly thinned to almost nothingness. Lost in her depressing thoughts, Eudora only caught snippets and words from the book, the scent of dried herbs and ash that wafted from the book lulling her into a passive state. "Curassavica," she mumbled quietly then, "Blood..." "Ritual..." "Hallowed ground..."
Eudora paused for a moment, her eyes lit up as if going through an epiphany. Had she found her sign? Fragments of memories from the church flashed briefly in her mind, she let out a disgruntled noise as she practically leapt from her seat, ”How did I miss such an obvious clue?” she scolded herself while hurriedly dashing for the door, but not without turning around to take one last look. She felt her empty pockets while she thought. Blood rituals are a serious magic, yet she didn't feel prepared for it.
Eudora entered her house again, running from shelf to shelf and pocketing anything that seemed useful. Crushed sleeping power, a pocket mirror, her blade, various small bones, and so on and so forth. By the end of her haul, every step she took caused her pockets to jingle a little bit and Eudora felt ever so slightly heavier, but she found solace in the familiar weight of her tools.
Eudora finally exited her home, the door shutting by itself once she felt. Eudora took a calming breath, taking in the pleasant scenery of trees and streaming sunlight around her as if it's the last time she's going to see it. She readied herself both physically and mentally for this journey. Once ready, she put one foot forward and ran.
The trip back to the church was surprisingly quick but every step she took towards that church felt more and more like visiting an unwanted relative. The urge to turn away was strong, but Eudora remained persistent. Once at the church doors, Eudora was a sweating mess, her legs ached and her heart throbbed but she powered through.
With one forceful push, Eudora opened the doors, muttering ”Hello?” as she peered curiously into the room. Only then did she properly notice the mess, the child, and the fidgeting woman. The dark aura the room possessed hit Eudora's senses like a truck, she clutched the knife in her pocket protectively while frantically looking around.
A church is the last place you expect to see your dealer.
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The walk back home was easy for Eudora. She took long comfortable strides with her hands in her pockets, breathing in tranquil air and enjoying the silence while it lasted. She turned to look back on the path, she saw nothing move or make a sound, the church had been swallowed by the distance and trees between them and Eudora muttered happily. With every step away from the place, she envisioned the negative energy that clung onto her from the church slowly billowing away into nothingness.
She walked on and on, uninterrupted and left to freely roam like she once could, the only oddity that she spot along the way was a fallen bike. Eudora stopped as the tantalising hand of curiosity took a hold of her, she slowly studied the bike, feeling no magical energy radiating from it and deducing it must be a sign. A witch such as Eudora learns to interpret signs from everything, how the wind blows could be a sign, how salty your food is could be a sign, everything and anything could be a sign in Eudora's eyes.
She interpreted the bike to be a sign of new beginnings, a sign that things have changed and a sign of the long road ahead. Was her prediction true or was it all wishful thinking? Eudora didn't bother herself with that thought and just wallowed in the temporary bliss and confidence it gave her. Whether her prediction was true or not didn't matter, she swore to herself she was going to change too. To stop being an apathetic bystander and to start being that fiery witch that dictated fate itself. And the first step to that was knowing how.
Eudora strode into her homey hut, a calming presence descending on her and washing away the negative vibes that plagued her. All was calm and still, the room had cleaned itself and no traces of the undead's ash were present anymore. Her pet ghost was nowhere to be seen, the shrunken head vanished (probably rolled under a table by accident), and the only one present was her goat, who was dozing peacefully by the fire. It raised and bowed its head once Eudora entered, the witch did the same. ”Hello, Phillip,” she said warmly as she huddled over to her cauldron that was brewing up some delicious thick orange sludge. ”Wild times, eh?” she breathed out a wheezy chuckle while gulping down a spoonful of the mysterious liquid, causing a warmth to spread in her belly and spread throughout her body. She threw herself into her rickety rocking chair, resting her aching joints as a book fell into her lap from a loose shelf overhead. It was a book on herbology, totally useless for her current problems but still, she flipped through the book just to admire the diagrams of deadly flowers and herbs.
”What to do, what to do,” she sighed thoughtfully while skimming through the book, flicking her eyes towards the black goat only to see it staring at her intently with those misshapen eyes. ”Don't suppose you know anything that could help me,” she kept her gaze on Phillip as if expecting him to reply. A few moments of silence dragged on before Eudora scoffed and returned to the book.
But now that she thinks about it, Eudora barely knew anything about Phillip. Was he a normal goat who was possessed? A demon? An entity perhaps? What evil had Eudora let into her home? But then again, Phillip was quiet and was pleasant company, a great listener too, not a massive speaker though. Eudora could've sworn she saw Phillip grow hazy or subtly switch forms at one point or another, but she pushed that thought out of her mind. Phillip might prove his worth soon, as a guide or a great main course. For now, Eudora did what she did best, wait for a sign.
She walked on and on, uninterrupted and left to freely roam like she once could, the only oddity that she spot along the way was a fallen bike. Eudora stopped as the tantalising hand of curiosity took a hold of her, she slowly studied the bike, feeling no magical energy radiating from it and deducing it must be a sign. A witch such as Eudora learns to interpret signs from everything, how the wind blows could be a sign, how salty your food is could be a sign, everything and anything could be a sign in Eudora's eyes.
She interpreted the bike to be a sign of new beginnings, a sign that things have changed and a sign of the long road ahead. Was her prediction true or was it all wishful thinking? Eudora didn't bother herself with that thought and just wallowed in the temporary bliss and confidence it gave her. Whether her prediction was true or not didn't matter, she swore to herself she was going to change too. To stop being an apathetic bystander and to start being that fiery witch that dictated fate itself. And the first step to that was knowing how.
Eudora strode into her homey hut, a calming presence descending on her and washing away the negative vibes that plagued her. All was calm and still, the room had cleaned itself and no traces of the undead's ash were present anymore. Her pet ghost was nowhere to be seen, the shrunken head vanished (probably rolled under a table by accident), and the only one present was her goat, who was dozing peacefully by the fire. It raised and bowed its head once Eudora entered, the witch did the same. ”Hello, Phillip,” she said warmly as she huddled over to her cauldron that was brewing up some delicious thick orange sludge. ”Wild times, eh?” she breathed out a wheezy chuckle while gulping down a spoonful of the mysterious liquid, causing a warmth to spread in her belly and spread throughout her body. She threw herself into her rickety rocking chair, resting her aching joints as a book fell into her lap from a loose shelf overhead. It was a book on herbology, totally useless for her current problems but still, she flipped through the book just to admire the diagrams of deadly flowers and herbs.
”What to do, what to do,” she sighed thoughtfully while skimming through the book, flicking her eyes towards the black goat only to see it staring at her intently with those misshapen eyes. ”Don't suppose you know anything that could help me,” she kept her gaze on Phillip as if expecting him to reply. A few moments of silence dragged on before Eudora scoffed and returned to the book.
But now that she thinks about it, Eudora barely knew anything about Phillip. Was he a normal goat who was possessed? A demon? An entity perhaps? What evil had Eudora let into her home? But then again, Phillip was quiet and was pleasant company, a great listener too, not a massive speaker though. Eudora could've sworn she saw Phillip grow hazy or subtly switch forms at one point or another, but she pushed that thought out of her mind. Phillip might prove his worth soon, as a guide or a great main course. For now, Eudora did what she did best, wait for a sign.
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Aradia silently edged herself to the back of the room, cool as her complexion may be, nothing could prepare her for the words that were about to be spewed out. As much as she hated to admit it, Aradia did flinch a little when Bill had thrown the mug across the room, only to be caught by the psychic powers Bill tried so hard to deny. Well, Aradia didn't know for sure that it was his psychic powers that stopped it, but it did make more sense than an invisible pink dragon named Kissy. The lack of evidence for Kissy drove Aradia mad. Locating spells, radars, crossing your eyes like when looking at those magic eye puzzles, nothing seemed to work. Aradia was ready to dive into a mental rant before Bill's harsh and steely tone brought her back into reality.
"‘Could have just retreated and kept an eye on’im until we knew what to do, but that’s not how it went. Ain’t that right, Agent Coventry?”
Aradia felt that need to rebel swell inside her, the temptation to roll her eyes or tease him was maddening, but for once, Aradia kept her mouth shut. Right now she was more willing to face an alien invasion than Hadley's wrath. Aradia simply nodded, face stony and still, the slightest move could set Hadley off again, and exciting as that prospect may sound to her, Aradia wasn't ready to lose her job over it.
She zoned out a bit after that and let Hadley drone on, best to just let him talk and release some of that pent-up anger, even though the urge to call him out as being a demented old man seemed more and more fun the longer he talked. Aradia only caught snippets of the briefing, something about a party and Madame Fred or whatever. It was late and the witch just wanted to call it a night, she was also the confident her dear old coworkers would fill her in later. After what felt like hours, finally he seemed to have stopped talking. Aradia wasted no time and stepped towards the door, eager for a relaxing bath and a quick snooze.
“Agent Conventry stick around.”
A chill ran down Aradia's spine as she heard those words. Reluctantly, she turned to face the man. "Of course, Mr Hadely," she replied in the most unassuming tone she could manage while her mind wailed with the mantra "Please don't fire me, please don't fire me, please don't fire me..."
She side stepped aside, opening the way for the others to escape before Hadley opened his mouth again. A feeling of dread seeped into Aradia's confidence, but she fought hard to keep her expression neutral. Deep inside, she was ready to defend her actions. What else was she to do? Let the thing go to brainwash even more people? A 100 retorts, arguments, and shut-downs were bubbling beneath her skin, ready to burst the second Hadley dared to say that F-word. But would it work to change his mind? Was he about to fire her? She prepared for the worst. Throwing one last longing glance at her team-mates, she turned and faced Bill head on. Making sure her posture was relaxed yet serious.
"Look," she sighed, those 100's of arguments already slipping out of her mind, "I did what seemed right at the moment and I know things didn't go to well, but, look at it like this. The alien is out of our hair for the moment!"
A little light of hope sparked in Aradia as she looked back at Hadley, hoping to see a softened expression. Right now she wouldn't be surprised if Kissy just blasted her with the fury of hell.
"‘Could have just retreated and kept an eye on’im until we knew what to do, but that’s not how it went. Ain’t that right, Agent Coventry?”
Aradia felt that need to rebel swell inside her, the temptation to roll her eyes or tease him was maddening, but for once, Aradia kept her mouth shut. Right now she was more willing to face an alien invasion than Hadley's wrath. Aradia simply nodded, face stony and still, the slightest move could set Hadley off again, and exciting as that prospect may sound to her, Aradia wasn't ready to lose her job over it.
She zoned out a bit after that and let Hadley drone on, best to just let him talk and release some of that pent-up anger, even though the urge to call him out as being a demented old man seemed more and more fun the longer he talked. Aradia only caught snippets of the briefing, something about a party and Madame Fred or whatever. It was late and the witch just wanted to call it a night, she was also the confident her dear old coworkers would fill her in later. After what felt like hours, finally he seemed to have stopped talking. Aradia wasted no time and stepped towards the door, eager for a relaxing bath and a quick snooze.
“Agent Conventry stick around.”
A chill ran down Aradia's spine as she heard those words. Reluctantly, she turned to face the man. "Of course, Mr Hadely," she replied in the most unassuming tone she could manage while her mind wailed with the mantra "Please don't fire me, please don't fire me, please don't fire me..."
She side stepped aside, opening the way for the others to escape before Hadley opened his mouth again. A feeling of dread seeped into Aradia's confidence, but she fought hard to keep her expression neutral. Deep inside, she was ready to defend her actions. What else was she to do? Let the thing go to brainwash even more people? A 100 retorts, arguments, and shut-downs were bubbling beneath her skin, ready to burst the second Hadley dared to say that F-word. But would it work to change his mind? Was he about to fire her? She prepared for the worst. Throwing one last longing glance at her team-mates, she turned and faced Bill head on. Making sure her posture was relaxed yet serious.
"Look," she sighed, those 100's of arguments already slipping out of her mind, "I did what seemed right at the moment and I know things didn't go to well, but, look at it like this. The alien is out of our hair for the moment!"
A little light of hope sparked in Aradia as she looked back at Hadley, hoping to see a softened expression. Right now she wouldn't be surprised if Kissy just blasted her with the fury of hell.
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Eudora Esmeralda Erebus
Location: Outside the Church
Interacting With: No one
Interacting With: No one
Eudora thought of a much simpler time, one without the Earth nearing its final days and the Devil roaming free. In a time where she would be able to roam the woods freely and watch peasants die due to another plague. But now chaos wrecked the lives of many, and unease was present everywhere. Eudora got up from the angel's side, slightly miffed by the intruding thoughts already forgetting about Ser as she turned to leave. There were plenty of doctors around, they didn't need her. Quiet as a shadow, she slipped by the departing mass and exited the building, welcoming in the blast of fresh air but crinkled her nose slightly at the hint of death that hung in the air. Her gaze drifted towards some car tracks as if she knew subconsciously what happened. She shrugged off the feeling and walked on.
Eudora lingered near the Church, not ready to leave just yet. Opting to instead stand around and admire how the grass stood tall no matter how many times they were stepped on. Her mind also spun with other much darker thoughts too, she had to do her part to save this town, possibly the Earth. But how exactly? What should she search for? What to do? Was there enough time to go around turning over every rock to find the solution? It all seemed so very complicated and tiring, maybe she could flee this town in search of greener pastures. Perhaps make her way to a pleasant beach on the other side of the country and rest easy away from the drama, let the town sort out its own problems. She wasn't part of the town, she had no duty, Eudora belonged to the wild and she was meant to stay in it.
A sudden pang of guilt poisoned her thoughts of fleeing, she felt like her own worst enemy while she stood around near motionless at the side of the Church. If she wanted to help, it was best for her to move now anyway. Sighing deeply, she prayed full heartedly to anyone in the sky above and put her first foot forward. She wished for luck and blessings and then walked straight back to the forest. Maybe the goat had a solution.
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