Kaori
Cold. A one worded, inevitable phrase that could describe Kaori in a nutshell. Not only one of the few souls in line to rid humans of a hell called the hotel but a master with knife, a “friend” of a few selected supernatural: Daniel, Kain, and Nixon. Nightmares occasionally plague the 20 year old of what might’ve happened to the two she couldn’t find but she dreamed about one in particular way too much, especially of the downfall of the old hotel- where her temporary powers wreck havoc on the place as she worked with some creature one could only label as demonic with its horrid features who had pretended to be Daniel. No matter what, that damn creature was always in the only personal space she had, her mind and in the bed next to her.
Silently, the girl sat up, with an air of carefree confidence notable in her subtle glance over to her sleeping partner, as if looking at him directly would rouse him. One bare tanned foot touched the floor of her side of the bed, and than the next, silencing the creaked of her elbow with a glare. She stands. A soft face with high cheek bones, defined and dark brows, and a slim nose compliments her mischievous smile and vast oceans of chocolate colored eyes matching the color of her hair, groomed and shining. The mane cascades down the defined points of her shoulder blade, hugging her thin midsection where it ends in a layered formation. The inside of her arm brushed against her toned, hourglass figure before it went to yank the sheet off of the master bed, wrapping it around her bare body connected to lengthy legs. It did little to cover her as it was virtually see through, but gave the heated human a sense of security. She waltzed over to the windows of their room, yanking the curtains open to let a ray of sunlight spill onto the slumbering vampire.
Wordlessly, Kaori walked over to Daniel’s side of the bed, uncaring about the loud rustling of the stiff covers around her body and the heavy, booming steps of her feet that ended in an uncomfortable punch, for the vampire, to the point of his shoulders, a change of clothes for both of them, and a cold bag of type O blood in his hands. Obviously, she hadn’t slept well.
“Wake up and feed me before the manager calls us to his office to discuss his rules. That man always tends to put me in a bad mood.”
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Yo. I'm a university student. I do the honors program with a major in Biomedical science and a minor in microbiology. I might have a brain but I don't always use it (aka I say a lot of dumb shit). I love getting to know people and I've met some life long friends from this site. With that being said, I am very busy during the school year but I hope to be around here a little more like I was before guild fall. I guess I grew up on this site a little. I've been around here since I was 15, so I've been roleplaying for quite awhile. I love fantasy, slice of life, anime ....and the kind of stuff you only RP in PMs *SUBTLE HINT*. Guinea pigs are my favorite animals and tofu is my favorite food. Oh, and I'm not a white person. I'm more of a dark white.. not really black but grey if you will. I'm not really a normal person.
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Leotamer said
Ok, I am just going to call you Ddark, because I am not going to that right. And you can just edit your last post to be your actually post if that isn't what you're doing
Oel.
Fyi
for delilahs post: Tree arms= Branches. She only niiiiine. & mr hi, she did end up interacting with one of your charries
for delilahs post: Tree arms= Branches. She only niiiiine. & mr hi, she did end up interacting with one of your charries
Kate
As the bottom of Devin’s shoe shook the whole cage, the ‘stiff’ edged away from the insane necromancer…and his undead rat friend beginning to start his next meal. “Oh really? A slave to humans? I WAS a slave to supernatural. They’re tiring. Irritating. Wanting.” Kate snapped, her eyes running thick with anger and without a trace of mercy as she directed the phrase at him with her sharp tongue. A pang of humor felt odd at the time being but the echos of the memories of her annoying vampire made the female huff as she tried to laugh under a time of such pressure. Give it up, Kate. He’ll find you soon enough… if he is trying to induce drowsiness, perhaps it is a gift compared to living every waking moment, until he finds you. He always has. With a newfound light in the blonde’s eyes from the thought, Kate switched her weight onto both knees and virtually yanked the serum from Devin, injecting the serum into her own veins outside of the cage.
“Have it your way.” She said calmly, eyes hard and without a shred of fear or mercy in them as her hazel eyes loomed on the necromancer. I can’t let myself sink to the times before I met Nixon. I’m much too far along to be the same person who first entered this hotel. I …. Refuse to be a fool.
Delilah
Floor 11: Hunting Areas.
A wail came out from the endless forest. Well… It all looks endless when you’re 9 years of age and on the borderline of less snotty noses and preteenager hood. Yet you’re still that little kid who craved protection of someone else. Now was the age you demanded how you wanted everything and everybody to your standards before your final personality would click in with the years. In short, you could be the devil’s child and an angel’s jealousy at the same time. You’re still a little too short and naïve to spot the helpful, red ‘EXIT’ signs scattered throughout the indoor forest without your bloodwolf father and kitsune mother.
Delilah’s whole body jolted at each shadow of the trees, whose branches would sway and be pushed downwards by a swish of wind. Why did these tree-arms try to reach for her? The innocent child would’ve never did anything to harm a fly! The mixed supernatural’s mouth dropped open as the tree-arms touched her golden curly hair, her elongated fangs would cut tiny holes on the inside of her lips. They might have touched her pretty pink dress but my! A lady’s hair was the last straw. The frail girl covered her ears with tiny, porcelain colored hands and screamed, “NO, YOU CAN’T DO THAT!!” At last, the tree-arms had revealed the rather large exit to the forest.
Floor 5: Manager’s office
The little girl stomped out, right unto the manager’s office , rolling her bottom lip down into a pout before she unleashed her fury with a thunder of punches to the manager’s thigh. “MR. MAAAAAANAGER! I demand that tree-arm be cut down! I suggest you listen because you do NOT want to be on the bad side of my Daddy!” The girl said with a flow of sass and a snap of her fingers, belting out in expression of pride for her father.
As the bottom of Devin’s shoe shook the whole cage, the ‘stiff’ edged away from the insane necromancer…and his undead rat friend beginning to start his next meal. “Oh really? A slave to humans? I WAS a slave to supernatural. They’re tiring. Irritating. Wanting.” Kate snapped, her eyes running thick with anger and without a trace of mercy as she directed the phrase at him with her sharp tongue. A pang of humor felt odd at the time being but the echos of the memories of her annoying vampire made the female huff as she tried to laugh under a time of such pressure. Give it up, Kate. He’ll find you soon enough… if he is trying to induce drowsiness, perhaps it is a gift compared to living every waking moment, until he finds you. He always has. With a newfound light in the blonde’s eyes from the thought, Kate switched her weight onto both knees and virtually yanked the serum from Devin, injecting the serum into her own veins outside of the cage.
“Have it your way.” She said calmly, eyes hard and without a shred of fear or mercy in them as her hazel eyes loomed on the necromancer. I can’t let myself sink to the times before I met Nixon. I’m much too far along to be the same person who first entered this hotel. I …. Refuse to be a fool.
Delilah
Floor 11: Hunting Areas.
A wail came out from the endless forest. Well… It all looks endless when you’re 9 years of age and on the borderline of less snotty noses and preteenager hood. Yet you’re still that little kid who craved protection of someone else. Now was the age you demanded how you wanted everything and everybody to your standards before your final personality would click in with the years. In short, you could be the devil’s child and an angel’s jealousy at the same time. You’re still a little too short and naïve to spot the helpful, red ‘EXIT’ signs scattered throughout the indoor forest without your bloodwolf father and kitsune mother.
Delilah’s whole body jolted at each shadow of the trees, whose branches would sway and be pushed downwards by a swish of wind. Why did these tree-arms try to reach for her? The innocent child would’ve never did anything to harm a fly! The mixed supernatural’s mouth dropped open as the tree-arms touched her golden curly hair, her elongated fangs would cut tiny holes on the inside of her lips. They might have touched her pretty pink dress but my! A lady’s hair was the last straw. The frail girl covered her ears with tiny, porcelain colored hands and screamed, “NO, YOU CAN’T DO THAT!!” At last, the tree-arms had revealed the rather large exit to the forest.
Floor 5: Manager’s office
The little girl stomped out, right unto the manager’s office , rolling her bottom lip down into a pout before she unleashed her fury with a thunder of punches to the manager’s thigh. “MR. MAAAAAANAGER! I demand that tree-arm be cut down! I suggest you listen because you do NOT want to be on the bad side of my Daddy!” The girl said with a flow of sass and a snap of her fingers, belting out in expression of pride for her father.
A collab between xAsunawolfx and Ghosr shadow
Alexandre kept his composure, though his eyes flared with boiling anger. "Mind your tongue, Girl. I will not be lectured by a slave." He hissed, clenching his fists tightly, his already pale knuckles turning even whiter with the effort.
“Servant. Come closer, over there with your tail between your legs!” She corrected him with an upbeat grin as her fire grew vast, staring at the vampire as if he were a child. “ I will simply answering the questions I had been asked, Boy , it was due to your grudge against me that this women now faces death. Your main enemy is not your colony, nor should you treat it as so. If you let the women go, perhaps you can maintain what is left of your dignity among your audience.”
"You halfwit whore." He cursed under his breath. "Fear inspires loyalty. Blood servants are not allowed to birth children, as this one did. Her punishment is just according to colony laws. Unless you wish to challenge centuries of tradition for your compassion." He offered, his tone remaining calm and smooth.
“I beg your pardon?” She spoke as if she was offend when in person, she appeared to be far from it, drawing a few steps towards the irked vampire. “They see not her crimes as for birthing a child but for reporting news that would always be seen as urgent. They heard her pleads for life to you, not for being caught pregnant. No matter the fact, you cannot erase her crimes but you also cannot erase how it looks to the blood servants of this colony. You Thricewit Dweeb , fear inspires the type of loyalty that will crumble between your fingers one day when they realize that they can do better. Revolts. Rebellion.”
"Back. Off.." He growled threateningly, one of his many hidden knives pressing up against her abdomen as she moved closer. His voice became a terrible hushed whisper. "You don't know who the hell you're messing with, I'll tell you; I've killed more people than you've met, countless blood servants with egos too big to handle were...knocked down a peg. So take a hint."
“Yesss.” Marissa hissed as her pupils scoured his as if he were a piece of meat. She did not press on but knew were her tides lie. “You would murder someone who is taking heed of the orders of your own master, answering his every question? Perhaps I have no ego but truth, truth you don’t want to hear. You’ve dug your own grave, I did not bring this upon you. Do not let my words of your grudges be truth, that your anger will not serve the Lord well. It looks really bad…” She blinked her dilated eyes, her scent of roses would engulf them both as she whispered the last part. “In front of your own master.”
There was no other sound besides the blade slinking back up Alexandre's sleeve into its unknown compartment. He was wordless, knowing her words held truth didn't pain him any less. He knew what he would have to do - he would have to break her.
Alexandre kept his composure, though his eyes flared with boiling anger. "Mind your tongue, Girl. I will not be lectured by a slave." He hissed, clenching his fists tightly, his already pale knuckles turning even whiter with the effort.
“Servant. Come closer, over there with your tail between your legs!” She corrected him with an upbeat grin as her fire grew vast, staring at the vampire as if he were a child. “ I will simply answering the questions I had been asked, Boy , it was due to your grudge against me that this women now faces death. Your main enemy is not your colony, nor should you treat it as so. If you let the women go, perhaps you can maintain what is left of your dignity among your audience.”
"You halfwit whore." He cursed under his breath. "Fear inspires loyalty. Blood servants are not allowed to birth children, as this one did. Her punishment is just according to colony laws. Unless you wish to challenge centuries of tradition for your compassion." He offered, his tone remaining calm and smooth.
“I beg your pardon?” She spoke as if she was offend when in person, she appeared to be far from it, drawing a few steps towards the irked vampire. “They see not her crimes as for birthing a child but for reporting news that would always be seen as urgent. They heard her pleads for life to you, not for being caught pregnant. No matter the fact, you cannot erase her crimes but you also cannot erase how it looks to the blood servants of this colony. You Thricewit Dweeb , fear inspires the type of loyalty that will crumble between your fingers one day when they realize that they can do better. Revolts. Rebellion.”
"Back. Off.." He growled threateningly, one of his many hidden knives pressing up against her abdomen as she moved closer. His voice became a terrible hushed whisper. "You don't know who the hell you're messing with, I'll tell you; I've killed more people than you've met, countless blood servants with egos too big to handle were...knocked down a peg. So take a hint."
“Yesss.” Marissa hissed as her pupils scoured his as if he were a piece of meat. She did not press on but knew were her tides lie. “You would murder someone who is taking heed of the orders of your own master, answering his every question? Perhaps I have no ego but truth, truth you don’t want to hear. You’ve dug your own grave, I did not bring this upon you. Do not let my words of your grudges be truth, that your anger will not serve the Lord well. It looks really bad…” She blinked her dilated eyes, her scent of roses would engulf them both as she whispered the last part. “In front of your own master.”
There was no other sound besides the blade slinking back up Alexandre's sleeve into its unknown compartment. He was wordless, knowing her words held truth didn't pain him any less. He knew what he would have to do - he would have to break her.
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I'm on but not for much longer.
you're still on? -_- PM please
I'm on but not for much longer.
you're still on? -_- PM please
Cartwright said
Jae your bae owo
No, she/he got dem feels for that divergent. read our posts if you wanna get it xD
Kate
“What are you talking about? I’m the one and only Tris.” Kate’s eyebrows rose, flicking away her hand as if she could flick away the necromancer with a wave of air. To her he was speaking another language. She spent the last…5 years of her life in the hotel, on the outside where they had almost died and back here after 3 years of…straight darkness. There was no way of keeping up with modern society. “Peter. Or for…. Wait, for what? What are you even for? What is this Divergent matter? It makes me think of clothes cleaner. You already appear to be a ‘happy’ necromancer mixed with several levels of crazy but I’ve seen and felt some things.” She points to him. “I believe doing that will cause your happy meter to explode and would further irk me.” She frowned, haunted with the sweet memory of only being to handle one specific person in the world who would be able to be annoying without the side effect of Kate’s irritation. “How did this first go again? That whole ‘not running’ ordeal so you’ll give me something to make it impossible? I’m not the worlds largest fool and I’m not going to lie, I’m tired , we’ve been widdled away to skin and bones. If you actually want a human who is squeamish towards dismembered body parts and squirms, you might as well get a refund on this cage and ask for a human who isn’t a veteran of this mess.” Her eyes were deserted of any emotion, her fingers would tap faster on the cage bar as if the Necromancer were wasting her time. “When the first question they ask is ‘Where am I?’, ‘Please let me go!’, desperately, you’ve found your human,”
“What are you talking about? I’m the one and only Tris.” Kate’s eyebrows rose, flicking away her hand as if she could flick away the necromancer with a wave of air. To her he was speaking another language. She spent the last…5 years of her life in the hotel, on the outside where they had almost died and back here after 3 years of…straight darkness. There was no way of keeping up with modern society. “Peter. Or for…. Wait, for what? What are you even for? What is this Divergent matter? It makes me think of clothes cleaner. You already appear to be a ‘happy’ necromancer mixed with several levels of crazy but I’ve seen and felt some things.” She points to him. “I believe doing that will cause your happy meter to explode and would further irk me.” She frowned, haunted with the sweet memory of only being to handle one specific person in the world who would be able to be annoying without the side effect of Kate’s irritation. “How did this first go again? That whole ‘not running’ ordeal so you’ll give me something to make it impossible? I’m not the worlds largest fool and I’m not going to lie, I’m tired , we’ve been widdled away to skin and bones. If you actually want a human who is squeamish towards dismembered body parts and squirms, you might as well get a refund on this cage and ask for a human who isn’t a veteran of this mess.” Her eyes were deserted of any emotion, her fingers would tap faster on the cage bar as if the Necromancer were wasting her time. “When the first question they ask is ‘Where am I?’, ‘Please let me go!’, desperately, you’ve found your human,”
I love you Jae xD
TheDoctor said
I just got back so I'm writing a post now!Also Asuna, thanks you're awesome and that pic you made is great! Can I use it?
sure :D
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