Kaine- What are you waiting for?!
LIN 203: Willing Blood ParticipantsA headache pounded within the confines of the blood demon's skull. He gritted his teeth and tried to focus, but his eyes slid off the page of the book he was reading. He swore he'd tried to read this paragraph twenty times by now, but none of the words stuck in his mind. He tilted his head back with a breathy sigh and closed his eyes, then pushed the book off his bed. Clearly, research and illness did not mix, and the sickness that had consumed him seemed to have only gotten worse over the last couple of days.
His raw eyes relished the chance to relax. He hadn't learned much at all from the book, though he felt like he had a sense of the teachings just from an instinctual level. The question was what strengths and weaknesses came from using the blood of willing participants, and perhaps just as important, the strengths and weaknesses of using the blood of unwilling ones. He knew there were some nuanced differences, like an unwilling participant who was awake during forcible blood drawi
Consumption: VoicesThe blood demon's eyes were bloodshot as he stared out the window.
He had spent a month in the Blood Dormitory so far, where blood flowed under the crystalline surface of the rooms. The walls, ceiling, floor--everything was made of crystal, and he could feel the blood just centimeters away. It called out to him--as if it were trapped--and he longed to break the barrier between himself and the blood that needed rescuing.
He swore he hadn't noticed it before. Sure, he'd glanced around when he'd toted his possessions into the room, but his room mate distracted him enough that he'd given the walls and ceiling a brief sentence or two in thought before moving onto much more important things. Such as making sure that he drew the same line in the sand between his section of the room and Theon's, and enforced said line to ensure his room mate wouldn't cross over into his space. He remembered pausing in the process of drawing, staring down at the crystal, its shiny surface catching h
ELM 403 Where do thunderstorms come from?The virus curled his claws and held them up with a playful growl. "Thunderstorms happen for a number of reasons! Here, here, let me tell you a story." He gestured for Izzy to sit down on one of the desks they were lingering by. As he was the only one in this particular course, which also happened to be the last in the department, everyone had wandered off, leaving the two alone. Normally this would leave Izzy a bit suspicious--because who actually wanted to be left alone with Glitch in a room?--but the student teacher was a bit more behaved than usual, so perhaps those worries were unfounded for now.
"All right," the black and green student said, plopping down on one of the desks as Izzy leaned against one. That wasn't quite sitting, but it would do for now. "Let's imagine it's a regular day... a beautiful day! A day where nothing particularly interesting is happening, but yet you can FEEL the WRATH ON THE AIR!"
Izzy looked at him like what the fuck, but
Hoarders: OW EditionSnow drifted from the heavens in silence, coating the academy in a blanket of soft white. The shadowmancy building, with its shiny black exterior, looked like someone had peppered the snow, so little of the black showed through. Inside, the professor busied himself with preparing something for a lesson. He had a couple of shadow-made objects to create before he deemed his activities complete, but something was getting in the way.
"...This is starting to get ridiculous."
A shadowmancer's shadow was like a storage facility, offering them a space to keep their belongings and, frankly, whatever else they deemed necessary to keep there. Like a container that looked small on the outside but massive within, MDrake had a shadow that was about twenty feet by twenty feet. He could expand it, of course, but he hadn't really seen a point to doing so -- how many belongings was he expected to have, after all? -- at least, until now.
MDrake stood in the darkness of his shadow, glancing around
LIN 104: The KitIn the back of his brand new textbook, Sinclair had found an instruction booklet and some strips that looked suspiciously like a PH test. He picked up the strips and set them aside with the instruction booklet, humming to himself as he flipped through the textbook. As he might have expected, it was about the differences between light, dark, and gray magic -- as well as how blood could intervene with each of the different magic types. Sighing, he looked at his hand, wondering what kind of magic lay inside him. Being a demon, it seemed most reasonable that he would gravitate toward dark magic, but he'd been fooled before...
The blood demon studied the instructions. It seemed simple enough -- all he had to do was deposit a bit of blood on each one of the three strips, and it would tell him the potency of his blood for light, dark, and gray magic. He rolled his shoulders and created a spot of blood in the air. Much like a PH test -- which had been his first guess -- the light magic test ha
LIN 103 - Skeletal monsters?Sinclair had to wonder how some of these critters survived. Just from wandering around the outskirts of the campus, he'd encountered a number of unusual creatures that didn't seem like the proper children of evolution - at least, not how he'd been taught it. Recently he'd encountered some unusual skeletal creatures with his class partner Hugo, and those had raised a number of questions.
These things are literally made of skeleton, he thought as he as he doodled in one of his notebooks. He wasn't really in the mood to listen to Razik's lectures, and he'd long considered whether he wanted to skip the class entirely, but some sense of commitment made him stay and adhere to the class schedules. How do they even function? A skeleton isn't capable of having organs, or muscles to move. Muscles are required to move. This is completely illogical.
He crumpled up the paper, tossing it into the wastebasket he'd strategically located himself besides. Razik didn't even seem to notice.
Aphrodisiac PotionsOleander- *his expression was a hard line as he slipped into cafeteria, making a straight line for the buffet* *he didn't even bother scanning the tables to see who was there, as frankly he didn't care. He only cared for satisfying the needs of his body with sustenance, and he planned on stocking up on some non-perishable items if he could to minimize the amount of time he had to spend anywhere outside of his room* *he scowled as he gathered a little doggie bag of assorted black and white foods, and some gray ones too, as he wasn't feeling terribly picky. Not even that hungry, even, but he could feel weakness spreading through his body and knew he couldn't let emotions effect his physiology*
Mirage: *and on cue, he saw the plaguewalker step into the room, and beeline for the buffet. Deciding Oleander was probably the lesser evil of Cressida and him. Knowing Helmy would probably make a noise or slight fuss if he didn't use the potion on himself, this was what he picked. Pl
Tournament Round 2: StrategySTRATEGY / PREPARATION
It would only take one of the greater viruses to find the academy before the entire student population could be wiped out. He could guarantee that, and the thought sent a cold chill through his body. The friends he’d made, the innocent acquaintances, even the enemies would perish. He didn’t want to wish that death on anyone, no matter how they’d treated him.
He thought, at least.
The idea had passed through his mind more times than he was willing to admit. Sometimes when he closed his eyes he could see himself wiping out the entire population of the academy. Did friends really matter? Should enemies? Did any life matter to a virus that only existed to reproduce? If he could have nightmares, they would be of spawning new viruses from the bodies of those he loved.
Instead, those images passed through his mind in his waking hours. Intruding. He didn’t want those images, of broken bodies yielding a new, glowi
Tournament Round 2: FightFIGHT
Storm clouds had gathered overhead on the eve of his match. The virus narrowed his eyes through a light rain. Wet sand couldn’t be manipulated into a sandstorm, could it? No, it would clump, and the very heart of a sandstorm required dry weather. He should have trusted his instincts when he first noticed the rain-scent on the wind. It didn’t damper his spirits, however -- a storm was something he could work with.
Well, well, he thought, holding his hands out to enjoy the feel of rain sprinkling against his skin. Maybe this will be easier than I thought. A liquid-soaked battlefield will be easy to electrocute, and I won’t even have to do any work.
A whisper of warning drifted from the back of his mind. Careful. It’s never that easy.
As the virus stepped out onto the battlefield, his feet pressed into the soft, wet sand. He felt the urge to make use of that -- electricity traveling through the wet sand would easily find its oppo
Past RP: Grey recruits Gemma to the CauseQuailmix said the following:
Gemma was hungry. She was always hungry these days. It had not been very long since her run in with the collie mix. She hadn't gone back towards those trash cans in a while, she had been avoiding the area. But, they were close to a grocery store, and sometimes they had some good stuff. She wouldn't have gone that way, but she was hungry. Very hungry.
She was cautious, but there was no sign of him around. That was a relief. Sniffing around, she found some rotting fruit. It wasn't the best thing in the world, but it was something. None of it was too bad. Apples, a banana, some carrots. Those were good, she did like carrots.
As she ate, her guard was down. She was too focused on eating what was edible and finding more to really be aware of her surroundings. Perhaps that was a mistake, but she was just so, so hungry.
Idlethe said the following:
Grey had one thing on his mind, victory. He had planning, manipulating and weaving his way into the minds o
DOW: As you get older...Dreamkit purred, waving her paws and looking at the sky “Cmon Dandelionkit! Everyone sees it!” The air was chilly that afternoon, as it came with the changing season. The kits sat in the mostly empty camp, the sun setting on the horizon. Most of the cats were out on patrol, not yet returned. Especially since prey was slowly getting harder to be found. Even Dandelionkit’s father was not as visitive as he used to be, training Pitchpaw, then going on whatever Hunting patrol he could.
“Why won’t you just admit it? You guys are Purr-fect” She giggled at her joke, only obvious in her mind
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Dreamkit..” She hadn’t had much of a clue of what it was, but probably could’ve guessed if she tried. She’d been talked to about Cliffkit, and she had seen the way they were looked at when together. She knew these types of things and even feelings towards other cats came around apprentice ag
A Name That Means Friend 3With my partner now decided I worked on a final thesis paper. This would be the paper that would need approval by the school before I would be allowed to participate in the bonding ceremony held in short time.
While I awaited my answer I decided to travel into Garrison to search for clothing and supplies that would be of use for me come that time.
It was down the path and at the gate that I realized how intimidating Garrison truly was. It is a mecca for the military in Cenozoica.
As I set atop Wayra I realized how vastly vulnerable I was in this port city. Here there were no trees which I could flee through. I was surrounded by a swath of defenders, peacekeepers and armed ports-men in a brick and stone fortress.
The watchful eyes were almost suppressing. Making sure Cenozoican law was not questioned.
New, I had not an idea of where anything was so, with caution, I approached a peacekeeper and commandeered him for directions to the nearest clothing shop. Although heavily used by the mil
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Meat and GreetYUKON: Brand felt the need to do something. Her sons, the lot of them, belligerent and brutish and sly--hmph. Idiot boys. Eight and three and three. She licked along her paw and rose off a couch, the aging Midranker jumping off the couch with no grace at all. She slammed down, and her cold eyes surveyed the scene. There was...bound to be a lower dog about somewhere. She figured it'd be good to make the rounds of dogs who owed protection fees...damn idiots she thought, and licked her maw, before she trotted in the direction of a big hunk of muscle. Brand stared up at him. "...Yuh wan' go ge' some work done, big dude?" She smiled a bit. "Some ol' fuck's fee's due..."
FOOTY: Tibalt had been trying to doze softly, his large head in a furrow. He was sick of these petty duties. Peeing on bushes. Grabbing blankets? Where was the power? The rage of the great Trieste group?? Tibalt huffed angrily. He was not made of fighting blood for nothing. He had heard of the border brawl. Oh how he wanted
Scary Tales: taoldrh chapter one
Scary Tales: The adventures of little dead riding hood "welcome to Black Rose"
"Oh hello, my name is little dead riding hood but you can call me dead and im a skeleton, i wasn't always one, But that's another story,This is the story of my first adventure i ever had in this world and it begins like this". I awoke in a room, it was a little bland with only a few things in it, some cupboards, a desk with a chair, a mirror, a sink, and a bed, i sat up in the bed and held my head it hurt bad. The only thing i could remember was a woman she had a sweet face, large glasses with silver hair and wrinkles who was she? "where am i?" i thought, I looked down, i was wearing a long white gown but it was a bit too big for me the sleeves hid my hands and the gown covered my feet, i got up and walked to the mirror "maybe if i see what i look like it might help me remember who i am" but to my surprise when i looked at myself i didn't exactly see what i was expecting. I had hair that was straig