Adam listened to Regulus speak, although he was certain Regulus wouldn't care if Adam was there or not, but he was kind enough to reply to him. Adam was opening his mouth to continue the conversation, although he wasn't entirely sure how he was going to reply, or maybe he immediately forgot when he heard the voice behind him. He felt frozen, almost stuck in a moment of time he couldn't get out of. So far, he had managed to avoid confrontation with Joslyn... and Azazel for that matter. He wasn't prepared for it, and he wasn't sure if he ever would be. But he couldn't avoid it now. Adam felt how tense his body went at just the sound of the familiar stuttering, or at least to him it sounded like a stutter. Adam only turned slightly just to confirm if it was Joslyn or not, and he now knew it was indeed her. He wanted to turn around and pretend he didn't see or hear her, but he knew she wasn't an idiot. He let out a small sigh and turned completely and put his hands in his pockets, "Hi Joslyn..."
Adam woke up for only one reason. Rubbish was being a damn alarm clock. Not because the cat was hungry, not because the cat wanted to go out, but because he wanted company. And Adam was kind enough to provide him with that company. Adam layed back heavy-eyed with Rubbish on his stomach, and he obliged to his calls by petting him for a while. Soon after, Rubbish became bored and jumped off of him and ran over to the door and meowed. He wanted out. Adam rolled off the bed and trudged his way to the door and let him out, and almost shut the door immediately, but decided it would be good to get out of the room for a bit. Adam at this point was just going through a pattern. Train. Eat. Sleep. Train in sleep. He was tiring of it, and decided to finally break that pattern for the first time in quite a few days. Adam left the room and went wandering, he looked in a couple rooms to see if anyone was there, but then he would leave quickly. Mainly because, no one was in any of the rooms he went into. This wasn't a bad thing, he didn't necessarily want to talk to anyone, he was just checking to see if he actually wanted to enter. Adam finally made it to the Mirror room, and opened the door to see Regulus standing there. For a moment, just from looking at him, Adam felt colder. He wasn't sure why, but he did. He assumed it was maybe colder in the room, but as he fully stepped into it, the temperature went back to normal. This only proceeded to confuse him more. Adam closed the door behind him and made his way closer to the masked individual, "Hello." he stopped a decent enough distance away before looking around at the mirrors and speaking, "It's been quiet around here..."
I already want to hurt someone, I don't want it to get to the point where I want to kill someone. Meh, people can do what they want, I can't tell them to stop... I'll just stare at it and hope it goes away someday...
-sighs- I think I am going to hurt someone soon.
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Who is error and why do I care
Wait. Wait. I'm actually curious. How are you doing that? Photoshop? Probably or maybe it's magic or maybe I'm on something... on khv
Name: Amanda Rogers Age: 21 Appearance: * Personality: Amanda is too nice for her own good. She is much too forgiving and is easy to have people take advantage of her. On top of it all she isn't exactly the brightest bulb on the tree and can easily be convinced of something otherwise. Remaining Money: $999,000 (she has already given a thousand dollars in handouts, but she finally decided she should probably stop that.) Other: Her "stupidity" is more when it comes to social endeavors. She is actually really booksmart. Name: Jimmy Larsen Age: 19 Appearance: x Personality: Jimmy is better in certain moods than others. While he can be a fun-loving, happy go lucky guy at some points who is just happy to play music on his guitar and tell jokes, Jimmy is fond of just complaining about the going-ons of his life, and all though they are true for the most part it can get really annoying and excessive. Remaining Money: 1 Million Other: He always carries around his guitar. No matter what.
Lauren, Sven, and Tiia held no regard for the environment and characters around them and instead went to bed.
Due to no reply, Mindstorm is out of the RP. Everyone else was good to continue. If anyone wishes to still join, they can. I'm not rejecting newbies. I will be working on a rekick within the next few days. So keep your eyes pealed. -cstar
well why not, as long as I'm not signing my life away.
Spoiler: Dreaaaaams~ Tiia opened her eyes and let out a yawn. She sluggishly sat up and stretched her back and then froze when she realized she was on her couch. Her green eyes scanned the area in serious confusion before she got herself up off the sofa and walked around her apartment. What was she doing home? Was that entire experience a dream or something? Tiia walked into her room and grabbed her laptop and she brought it back into the living room and turned it on. As she waited for it to boot up, she heard a knock at her door. Tiia eyed the door for a few minutes, then she fixed her hair up quickly and walked over to the door and opened it. "Thank you daaaarling." the unexpected guest said as they slid into the house and walked into her living room, "You have a nice place. You keep it pretty clean..." the guest collapsed onto the couch and kicked their feet up. The guest had a hood up hiding their face, and they kicked off their shoes as they sprawled out on the couch. Tiia felt an anger build up inside her as she finally shouted, "EXCUSE ME. Why did you just walk into my house and make yourself comfortable as if you owned the pla-" "Calm dooooooown Tiia. I technically do." Tiia stared in hopeless confusion before the sound of her computer finally starting up made her jump a bit. Then she shut the door and walked over towards the couch, she shut down the computer and looked at the stranger, "Are you... Raguel?" "Took you long enough... yes I am." "You... is this a dream?" Raguel placed an arm behind their neck and faced Tiia a bit more, "I guess the reaaal answer is yes. But technically no?" "What do you mean technically?" "I'm here, you're here. This is actually happening, this interaction... but we aren't physically at your house." Tiia walked over to the couch and shifted Raguel's legs and sat down next to them on the couch. "Hey! I was relaxing..." Tiia sat Raguel up and pushed their hood down. Their appearance only confused her a little more. "Are you a boy or a girl?" "Is there a 3rd option to that question? Because I'm option neither... I guess I am taking on more of a male form right now but I really don't caaaaare..." Tiia continued to stare at him before she started playing with his hair, "You have the whole blond hair thing going on... the stereotypical angel look." "No the stereotypical angel look is brunette for 'male' angels and blond for 'female' angels. But angels don't have genders which is why I am confused why it is a stereotype. Then again, I wonder why Christians convey Jesus as Caucasian. I can tell you right now he is not Caucasian. I don't think people understand that being pale white in the middle east isn't exactly common." Tiia just continued to stare at him after is ramble before she decided to ask, "Oh right, you said you would tell me later about why you were kicked out of Heaven." "...oh... right... I did..." Raguel clapped his hands and fell back into the chair before he spoke, "Well, God can't exactly pick who falls and who doesn't... just because he likes them. Paradise has rules ya know... and I broke them. When you break rules, and get caught, you fall. It's pretty simple to understand. After all, his favorite angel is now the biggest sinner. We fell because I made a stupid mistake." "We?" "I don't know if you have heard Xathanael speak about a previous war that the Fallen kept Hell out of Paradise... but I was still up in Heaven then. I am friends with some of these Fallen after all, and after the war I wanted to know if everyone was okay. But it was a BIG no no to go down to Earth after it... they told us to stay up in Paradise and NOT leave. Well... I didn't listen, I went down to check out how things finished up." "And?" "Well, I went down, figured out who was dead... who was gone for good... I couldn't find anyone still alive at the time, I didn't have the time to... I got back up to Heaven and was stopped by Metatron when I got there. Metatron is the Heavenly Scribe, and writes down all the going ons in the universe... well, he told me I was going to be in serious trouble. I kind of... begged really. I didn't want to get kicked out of heaven... who WANTS to... some people leave voluntarily I guess but I didn't want to go... Metatron was getting very little information about the war though because the scribe couldn't go down to Earth and check things out, but he wanted accurate information... so I made a deal with Metatron. I would tell him what I know in exchange for having him erase the fact I went to Earth." "How did you get caught then?" "There are two angels that record the going ons of the universe. Metatron tried to convince Kiraman Katibin to change the information too... but Kiraman wouldn't budge. I understand, he was just doing his job... I told Metatron to just put me back in there, but there is some sort of rule about it. He couldn't add me back in. I told Metatron to go and tell the others he made a mistake and I would take all the blame... but Metatron said that because he was willingly taking part in the event, he would also take his part of the blame. In the end, both of us fell." "That is stupid." "Thou shall not lie." "I think that was STUPID Raguel. Why didn't Metatron jus-" "Metatron was a very honest man, and the guilt would probably stick with him if he knew he was willingly going with the scheme." "But in the end it was mostly you." "I know, I know. I feel guilty because I could have just suffered a mild consequence for it, but because I was willing to change records... it was just... I feel bad that I dragged Metatron into it." "Well, it's in the past now isn't it." "Good way to think about it! Alright. You should prooooooobably wake up now." "Huh?" "I said wake up now daaaarling." Tiia opened her eyes suddenly and she was now in the location she was supposed to be. She rubbed her temples and whispered, "Dammit Raguel..." Tiia got up and went to where everyone usually gathered and she yawned and questioned towards everyone, "Are we leaving today? I feel like we have been here for a while and unless you guys have been calling or texting the others, we don't know how they are doing either... and I feel like we should get back... just in case something is going on..."
After the wound on Lauren finally healed and Tiia calmed down after speaking with her angel, the two both went to bed at whatever hospice they were at.
Alright, I want a count on everyone who still interested in this rp continuing. I will also post this on the ooc thread. Whoever doesn't respond within 3 days WILL be kicked from the RP. No exceptions unless something IRL related was going on. After I get the count and see who is left. I will rekick it. Please message either HERE or in the SKYPE CHAT if you want this to keep going. Thank you. -Cstar
There were moments periodically where Lauren let out small yelps as the wound healed. Every time it happened, Tiia would jump a bit. She wasn't entirely fond of the idea that someone was hurt, but she knew she had to get used to it. Meanwhile, Tiia had one of her pant legs rolled up with a cut on her leg that was halfway healed. Yesterday a couple of them went out a fought a couple of the possessed and one got her leg pretty bad. She was working on healing it with her own magic. Although she wasn't the best at it yet, Tiia grabbed a bottle of water and poured it on her wound and she winced. She placed a hand on it, and mumbled a bit before the water glowed a soft yellow and started to continue healing her wound. It wasn't painful at all, in fact she found it very soothing. So soothing, that the day before when she tried it for the first time, she fell asleep in the middle of it. Which is why she didn't finish healing it. Tiia was rather curious how far her healing could go. She was tempted to ask God but she wasn't sure if he would answer. Well, he wouldn't answer directly. He never did. He wanted her to figure things out on her own. After a good amount of time she finally let out the question in a whisper. "So, can I do any more healing than just open wounds?" Well, if you swallow poison somehow, I would recommend drinking water right away and it will dissolve the poison. Apply warm water to burns and they will heal. If for some reason you are having an allergic reaction you can help it, but you can't completely stop it. I don't think you can heal anyone other than yourself yet but don't worry darling you'll be able to soon. As the entire phrase was spoken, Tiia's eyes widened. She just stared at her wound because the voice seemed to echo through her head. Then she couldn't help it and she looked around for the source of the voice. When it stopped, Tiia looked up to the sky and started shaking, then she opened her mouth and almost let out a scream. Please don't freak out! And don't respond out loud! Tiia continued to shake and realized how visible her distress was. So visible that Lauren and Alice were both looking at her with concern, "Are yalright, mate?" Tiia was completely unresponsive for a good amount of time and she raised the bottle of water to her lips shakily and took a sip, "D-Debatable..." Tiia put the bottle back down beside her and closed her eyes. A-ARE YOU GOD? Her question was answered immediately with a laugh that just kept going on and on. She opened her eyes as the laugh went on and Alice walked over to her and pressed a hand against her forehead, "Are you ailing from your wound?" "N-no, don't worry. I'm... it's okay." Alice looked at her worryingly before she walked away and Tiia looked up at the sky and glared at it. What is so funny? Oh man... oooooh man. I'm sorry. I haven't laughed like that in soooo long. AAAAAAAAHHHHhhh. So... are you? No! No. I'm not God. I couldn't handle all that stress. Then again, I am veeeeeery lazy and rather laid back and he's a busy guy with strict going-ons. He always needs to be doing something.... except on Sunda- Who ARE you then? ...Oh right. I never introduced myself formally. Silly me. My name is Raguel. I am your angel... well. You are me is a better way to put it. My angel? Yup. Nice to meet you daaaaarlin'. Why haven't you spoke until now? Oh, well.... you seemed to have everything taken care of. But you asked God a question I could answer... and I figured he would appreciate it if I stopped being a lazy butt and answered you. So, you have been silent all this time because you were lazy? Well... um... nah. I was asleep for a pretty long time. How long? How old were you when you found out God'll listen to you? Tiia leaned back and rubbed her temples. Somewhere in my teens? Well, however long it was, I woke up when you finally prayed to him. So after that you were just lazy? Aw don't put it thaaaaat way. I've helped you out when you asked for things from God. He doesn't just listen to anyone ya know. If you two were such close friends, why aren't you in heaven? ...How about I save that story for laaaater darling? Finish healing your wound... Tiia sat in silence for a few minutes to let everything sink it. Tiia then poured the rest of the water on her leg and finished healing herself.
They had been in England longer than they expected to, but luckily it wasn't like they were not doing anything. In fact, quite the opposite was going on for them. They were training, and getting stuff done. This may or may not have been more evident in Lauren than the two that bickered like siblings. Lauren had brought both Alice and Avery with her for the trip. Well, she brought Avery and told Alice that she would probably be safer at the church. She did not listen, and went along for the ride. Lauren had received her sword. She hadn't given it a name like others had. She felt like it wasn't a necessity to have a name. After all it was just a weapon right? But rather quickly, she found out how to transform it. She changed it into a battleaxe, and she liked it a lot like that. She felt she could do more damage with it, and that seemed right to her. Today, Lauren set off alone without another angel to help her. Just herself, and Avery. Why Avery? She was getting used to having her be her fighting partner. But at the same time she felt like Avery was becoming less friendly because of it. At first she thought Avery was just sick from something but she slowly realized it was more of a personality change. In fact when she mentioned that to Alice, she seemed shocked that Lauren could identify it like that. Lauren was getting a little more self aware of her stupid comments. It didn't stop her from saying them, she just found it humorous at this point. She still wasn't intelligent, but she was at least aware that some of her ridiculous theories were way too stretched out. Now she found it particularly amusing to see other people react to her comments, but now her theories sounded even more ridiculous because some of them were just forced out. Lauren got to a small neighborhood where she saw quite a few zombies wandering about. She figured it was a better time than ever to train. Lauren crouched down and pet Avery, who let out a hiss when she did so. The girl of Japanese descent took a couple steps forward and put her arm out in front of her in the direction of the zombies. Then she lowered it to the ground and quickly moved her hand forward in the direction of them. She felt vibration go through the ground and head straight for the zombies where the earth shifted under their feet and one of them caved into the ground. They looked in her direction and let out an inhuman sound as she did it again, and another two followed the other caved in creature. Then they charged at her. Lauren stood up straight and took out her sword and transformed it into the axe and ran charged to attack them. Avery stayed still for a few moments. Lauren quickly hacked at one of them and Avery quickly charged behind her and took down another one. The two of them continued with the slaughter, until all appeared to be dead. Lauren took many deep breaths and wiped the blood off the blade. Good work Lauren. There were a couple of moments of silence while Avery curled up into a ball to rest and Lauren continued to regulate her breathing. But something seemed off. Avery seemed to feel this and her fur stood on end and her back curved. Lauren looked at Avery and questioned, "What's wrong girl? They'reall gone k, mate? All go-" Lauren felt the ground shake underneath her as hands broke through the concrete, bloody and aiming for her ankles which they grabbed ferociously. Lauren freaked out and pulled away at her ankles trying to get them to let go. Then she felt something grab her back and bite into her neck. She let out a scream as she tried to get it but she couldn't move. Her neck was hurting and she felt herself being eaten alive as it tore at her flesh. She didn't want to die. Just then, as if a prayer was answered, the creature let out a dying scream and dropped to the ground. Lauren looked over at Avery who was being forced into the ground by other hands, and Lauren reached out to help, but saw a blade cut at the hands instead. It cut at the other hands holding her legs and then the zombies officially broke from the ground. One knife was thrown into the neck of one zombie, and the other two seemed to have their throats sliced by something else. Lauren dropped to the ground holding her throat feeling safe and sound. She looked over to thank the angel that saved her, and then found out it wasn't an angel at all. Alice looked down at Lauren worryingly and quickly lowered herself to get a better look at her neck. "This bite is bad..." "AM I GOING TO GET INFECTED?" "Shh shh shh." "Am I gonna become a zombie?" Alice pulled out a mini first-aid kit and started treating the wound, "We should get you back to the others. I don't know how to fix this one." "It hurts." "I know Lauren I know." "I don't wanna be a zombie." "You're not going to turn into a zombie." "Will ya shoot me in the head love when we get back before I turn?" "Lauren calm down." Alice helped her up and motioned for Avery to follow them. "Alice, where'd you get those weapons if all the weapons are angel like." "Well in the storage room there were a couple swords that didn't seem magical or anything. Maybe in the past they had some humans help? I don't know... but I figured I would train myself. I mean, I need to protect myself too. I can't rely on everyone else." "Yacould go home." "No Laure. I really can't with the idea of you being out and fighting." "I can take care of myself." "I just saved you from dying. Just now." "It's just a small cut..." "...I need to bring you back before you become a zombie." "WHAT I THOUGHT YOU SAID I WO-" Alice stopped for a moment and held a finger up to her lips, "Shh, if you talk you change into a zombie quicker. But if you don't talk at all you won't become a zombie. If we can get people to fix it you won't become a zombie." Lauren stared at her for a moment and nodded, held her neck in pain and then followed Alice back to the hotel.
After putting quite a few hours into training, Adam was finally done for the day. His arms were sore and he felt a little weak, but he was used to that feeling at this point. In fact, it just helped him to know had done a good job. Adam let Nahkosh go back into it's "sleeping" state and he left the training room. As he opened his door to enter it, he heard a purrmeow sound as Rubbish left the room and ran down the hallway. Adam rolled his eyes at the cat and waited a minute from him to come back. When Rubbish did finally come back, Adam felt a yawn try to escape him. Adam walked into the room sluggishly and right as he shut the door he heard an unfamiliar voice speak, "You look worse than usual. Are you doing alright?" Adam turned immediately to where he thought the source was, but no one was there. Adam raised an eyebrow at it, then just shook it off. He made his way over to the bureau and opened up the drawer filled with apples. He took one out and took a bite out of it then felt something tap his shoulder, "Does it involve Azazel or are you just... stuck in a routine?" Adam turned to face the voice and nothing was there again. Adam let out a grunt and turned fully towards the wall opposite him and spoke, "Alright come out. Stop hiding. I won't answer your questions unless I know who you are." "But you do know who I am." "Then come on out, you have no need to hide if I know who you are." Adam tightened his fist while waiting. He took another bite of his apple as a figure appeared in the room almost completely out of no where. It took a couple steps forward until the face was in full view. "I've never seen you before." The stranger crossed their arms at Adam and raised an eyebrow, "Kiddo, you see me everyday. You just assume I will always look the same way." Adam quickly coughed out the piece of apple in his mouth and stared, "Semyaza? Excuse me-" "Pick up that chunk of apple, were you raised in a barn?" Adam lowered himself down and picked it up as he replied to Semyaza, "I know you mentioned changing your appearance a while ago. But that took you like... a week." "And what is the problem with that?" "You changed your appearance to look like Bonnie's in a second a while ago. And it took you a week to change into a man?" Semyaza closed their eyes in annoyance and placed his hand on Adam's head, "Time runs differently in Hell." Semyaza played with Adam's hair for a moment until Adam tried to swat his hand away. Instead, Semyaza disappeared. Adam rolled his eyes and whispered, "Of course you disappear then." After a few more minutes as he finished his apple, he fed Rubbish some food and then went to bed.
There was a point where she reached a riverbank and Kaida slowed herself down from her jog to a walking pace. She stopped herself for a minute to splash her face with the cold water, and after she did so she heard something move behind her and she quickly looked back to see it. The blonde scanned the area for a brief moment before she stood up fully to get a better angle. She took a step away from the bubbling brook and headed more towards the shrubbery. Within it, she saw movement and it made her jump briefly, then she stepped towards it cautiously to see what was there. On the other side of the bushes was a tall, white horse sniffing the grass and swaying in a swerved pattern. This horse was following a scent. If this was the case, this horse was just the one she was looking for. Kaida made her way through the bushes to the other side and silently stepped, shadowing the horse and its movements. She did not wish to frighten it, but she wasn't sure how well the white stallion would take it. For a few minutes she successfully followed this pattern, when the horse rushed she rushed, when the horse slowed, she slowed. At one point, the horse was making its way over a couple of rocks. At this point, Kaida had lost her footing and took a larger step than she intended. This caused her to slip and fall back into the grass. While she saw only the blue sky above, she heard a distraught grunt come from the horse. She chose not to move as she heard the clip-clop of his feet come closer. When his face came into view, she let out a nervous chuckle and saluted him. The horse grabbed her shirt and pulled her up, he was certainly more animated than she expected him to be and it made her let out a quick yell. He have her a glare and Kaida held up her hands in apology and spoke out, "I am sorry, Maximus?" the horse's face seemed to soften up at the mention of his name and Kaida grinned, "I heard you are looking for a criminal, and I wanted to offer my assistance to you?" Maximus gave her a look before he turned around and began to walk away, "No seriously! I can help you!" Kaida quickly ran up to him and ran in front of him in an excited burst of energy, "I can fight if I need to." The horse gave her a look and she tilted her head with a saddened face, "I'm only slowing you down right now if you don't accept my help. I have a blade." The white-haired stallion made his way around Kaida to continue on without her it only made her angry. Kaida summoned out her keyblade and ran back in front of the horse pointing it at her, "Don't make me pout you mangled pony!" Maximus let out what almost sounded like a growl and Kaida summoned away her keyblade and started to make a sad face. The horse looked worryingly at her before he made a face that looked like he gave up, "Fantastic!" Kaida ran up next to him and climbed up on top of him and pointed, "Onward noble steed!" It only took a moment for Maximus to get up on his hind legs and for Kaida to fall right off. Maximus kept running and Kaida's face turned into pure shock as she rubbed her head, "Hey! Come back!" Kaida immediately got up and ran after the runaway horse yet again.
Adam woke up not as sore as he was the day before. He hadn't really done yesterday except train, and he wasn't exactly sure if today was going to be something notable either. He wasn't feeling up to one of Semyaza's mental training sessions, so he got himself up and out of bed and headed out of the room. He walked down the hallway and stopped for a moment to look over down the hallway at Joslyn's room, and he just stared at it. He wasn't sure if he was feeling guilt or not, but he was effeminately not receiving a positive emotion from it. He shook it off finally and walked himself into the training room. He decided to just practice basic combat again, because based on what happened with Sal, he was lucky he made it at all. Adam unhooked Nahkosh from the chain around his neck and began his training for the day.
To be totally honest, I feel length for posts depends on the type of rp it is and what the situation is. I personally prefer to write around 3 paragraphs for a post, and I feel I can get my points across that way in a clear way. This generally includes a dialogue reply, my character's thoughts, the settings, the character's actions. I feel everything gets put together the best this way. But, if I were roleplaying a conversation with somebody, this is usually when I slip into the 2 paragraphs or less mode. I don't feel the need to repeat details and I just want the conversations and interactions to continue on without getting too redundant. Granted, most of my roleplaying is redundant but still... If it is a fight, it is usually even worse than conversations, I usually pull one liners when I get into battle territory. At least when it is a fight against another roleplayer and not an non-playable character or something. In the end, it does usually come down to personal preference. If your rping is a short and concise style, go ahead and do that, but I prefer to have my style be a little lengthy, but not too lengthy.
