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Felicity
Felicity kept her hand inside her satchel as she followed, resting on the handle of her revolver.
“What do you mean? Those were animal noises! Dangerous animal noises! Are your teammates a bunch of -”
They rounded a corner and Huntress finally stopped. Felicity now looked at her teammates.
“… Oh.”
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By the time I get home from work, itās always about 9pm for you guys š
Itāll work, no worries. How old is Mel, by the way?
I am now sorely tempted to send a random character into the early 2000s.
Whatever you want to do.
The exhaustion is strong with this one
How old is Mel, by the way?
Imma say 8 for this role play, but im actually not sure.
yayy fellow night owl
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Here’s a really old drawing of Mel if anyone wants to see. I haven’t drawn her in a while so her outfit is a bit outdated.
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@loopylin @rae @the_lost-journal
Just reread Melās scene to make sure everything is in order, and the garden shears crack me up.
Barnes
Everywhere Barnes turned, the maze refused to behave. When she stuck her hand in a wall – a last ditch effort to part the plants – a hidden rose bush got in the way.
The thorns stung, and Barnes could do nothing but suck the blood off and sheath her hand in her pocket. She stood back to survey her surroundings, dismayed to find herself locked inside a box of walls.
One of the walls had no plant life, and was a simple stone construction. It did not look familiar, and no sensitive vines protected it. With that in mind, Barnes took the risk and climbed. She made it to the top. There, she crouched to keep balance and gazed out at the maze.
The endless dark paths lay before her, curled and twisted like crossed strings on a ball of yarn. Towards the horizon, the mist came into play. It obstructed the landscape with purple and gray tints.
Inside the maze, everything was still, but a current of wind howled over the top and into Barnesā face. She sat back and let it blow. Her almost white hair tangled to the point where it hung like lace over her eyes.
āNaughty, naughty,ā something said.
The voice came from on the wall in front of Barnes. She quickly looked down.
Two decorative statues sat on the corner of the wall. Both blinked at her with dark stone eyes. They stood as high as a step-stool. One of them wore intricate feathered wings and a marble cloak, while the other had a grotesquely toothy smile. They were an angel and a gargoyle.Barnes stumbled a little on the edge of the wall. āIāve done nothing wrong. Where I come from, the biggest swift owns the chimney.ā
The angel statue walked around her, looking her up and down. Her cloak rolled fluidly at her feet, but the rest of her body creaked. She studied the human in relative silence.
āYouāre quite insensitive,ā the gargoyle snorted. āSomething tells me youād make a good statue.ā
āI donāt think so,ā Barnes retorted. She turned around and recoiled as she found her face being held in the hands of the other statue.
The stone angel traced the brow of Barnesā mask and touched her nose with a smile. She suddenly laughed, sounding like the coo of a mourning dove. āI could easily see you as one of my sisters. If the labyrinth finds you up here, you should join us! We could steal wings off a dragon and make you just as pretty!ā
āThank you. Where can I find the other prisoners?ā
The angel stood up and pointed towards a thicker part of the maze, a bit farther than expected. Her marble staff rung in the air as she turned to gaze at Barnes again. Her eyelids shifted up and down, stone grating on stone. āSomebody is over there. I donāt know who it is. Get down, quickly, before the labyrinth -ā
Barnes patted the angelās head. Without waiting for the rest, she sprinted along the top of the wall, dodging decorative metal spikes. She almost tripped a couple times, but managed to skip a few pathways before the vines stopped her for good. She jumped away and landed feet first on the ground.
She was encased in a private garden. The labyrinth rounded out, creating a space for a pavilion and a small tree. The tree itself looked like a cross between a plum tree and a willow, and the fruit hung like dark pearls over the platform.
Barnes scanned the garden and slowly settled down in the pavilion. The place had no sign of people. She crossed her arms over the chest of her red jacket and closed her eyes, listening to the crying of the night wind.
The exhaustion is strong with this one
I remember that doodle. Last time I saw it was at least a year ago.
The exhaustion is strong with this one
Yea, it’s old.
Should I rp her finding Barnes? Is that what we’re doing?
I love the statues btw
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Should I rp her finding Barnes? Is that what weāre doing?
Yep, that was my thought! I have to go to bed, but Iāll get back to this when I can.
I love the statues btw
We needed some aesthetic statues. :]
The exhaustion is strong with this one
I hope this is coherent. i am very tired.
Melissa
After walking for a bit, Mel found herself a good stick to be her companion, as one should always have on a long walk. It was tall enough to be a walking stick, but still light enough to be a pretend sword. When she tested out her fencing skills on one of the leafy walls, she was chased off by moving vines that tried to grab at her.
As she ran, he paths split and turned, until she came to an area that was a bit more open and had a tree and a pavilion in the middle. Mel approached the tree and picked one of the strange fruits. She was about to bite into it when she turned and saw someone in the pavilion. She paused, then tucked her stick under her arm and got out her flashlight to get a better look.
It was a lady, with blonde hair, a red jacket, and a mask on her face. It was unclear whether or not the woman had noticed that she was not alone yet.
Mel stared at the stranger, flashlight beam aimed directly at her masked face. There were only two kinds of people Mel could think of who wore masks: trick-or-treaters and people from comic books.
She stared for another couple seconds before asking loudly, āAre you a supervillain?ā
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