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@whalekeeper @rae @loopylin ok i’m back
Sniper
Gabriel walked around like he knew the place.
Sorta reminded me of, well, me during the war, when I was wanderin’ the old halls of my dad’s lab back on Staten, my earliest memories reactivated.
“Is this where you lived with that old man? Your master?” Lucy asked.
“This is where he found me. I had been bitten by a hydra, he stumbled across me looking for the person who was killing the monsters in the forest. I had a bad fever from the hydra venom, I don’t remember too much until afterwards.” he explained, starin’ through the window. A vase of flowers sat there, a type I’d never seen before. Their scent drilled into my nose.
Huntress looked around, takin’ specific notice of the neatly arranged knives and their half-woven sheaths. “Nice house. Simple, I like it.”
She looked over at me. “Sorta reminds me a tiny bit of our home. Well, our home the way it looks now, not when I first saw it. It was a mess back then.”
I growled. “Don’t bring that up, Jaylen.”
“It’s the truth,” she protested.
I rolled my eyes and studied the beast pelts on the walls. They didn’t look like any animals I knew.
“So are these the monsters you were killin’ when you got hit by the hydra?” I asked, lookin’ over at him and pointin’ back at ’em with my thumb claw. “Or are they normal animals from yer place?”
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
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Just to be clear, the flowers are bushes outside of the house. I don’t think I mentioned that.
Gabriel
“Was that your blood?”
Gabriel looked back at the rug, and nodded. He’d bled on the floor more times than he cared to tell her. He hoped she wouldn’t notice more faint stains.
“So are these the monsters you were killin’ when you got hit by the hydra?” Sniper asked, pointing to the animal pelts. “Or are they normal animals from yer place?”
Gabriel, silently thankful for the distraction, answered him. “Most of them are from the normal creatures I ate. The rug beneath you and on my bed are both from the same direwolf, a monster. Most other monsters have more scraggly coats unfit for anything, or scales.” Gabriel walked to the table, picking up one of the hunters knives. The handles were coated in fine, bright green and brown scales with a slight iridescent glint to them. Their formation and small size weren’t unlike a normal snakes. “This was the hydra.” He handed it to Sniper.
Every detail seemed correct, down to every little stain. But how? The only people who even knew about this cabin so deep in the monster-infested forest Gabriel had lived in were himself and his master. Hunters never even went there anymore, it was too dangerous.
Gabriel opened the window, leaning out and cutting a bundle of flowers. He clipped off the two-inch thorns before handing them to Lucy. “The monsters of my home hate those. Something about their smell I think. They kept them away from me in here.”
"Tell me is the world really worth saving?" -Everybody Dies by Rory Webley
Help Gabriel.He’d bled on the floor more times than he cared to tell her. He hoped she wouldn’t notice more faint stains.
Bruh
“I know a lot about earthworms. Maybe too much.” - Cosmo
Lucille
Lucy took a deep breath of the flowers, and passed some of them to Mel. This sniff test required a two-person court.
While the adults talked, Lucy watched Gabriel quietly, then glanced around the room. She wandered around, analyzing everything, from the table to the many skins.
Something had spilled on another corner of the rug. She stopped, planted her feet on the floor, and pointed. “What about this blood?”
“I know a lot about earthworms. Maybe too much.” - Cosmo
Mel
The rug under Mel’s feet looked soft, so she sat down on it and began stroking the fur. The voices from the others blurred together in an abstract painting behind her. Something about monsters and home. Her hand sank deeper into the fur and she found herself stuck in the repetitive motion of combing her fingers through it.
Lucy’s hand appeared, holding out a couple white and pink flowers to Mel. She accepted the gift and stared at them, taking in all the little details. Her nose was still too stuffy to smell the flowers, but they were very pretty to look at. Suddenly, she remembered something, and reached into the inside pocket of her puffy coat to pull out the yellow rose Lucy had given her when they’d first met. Unsurprisingly, the rose was wilted and slightly crushed. As she pulled it out, the head flopped, threatening to fall off the flimsy stem, and several petals floated to the ground. Mel stared at it with the same fascination as the new flowers. The yellow looked good with the white and pink. Still transfixed by her flimsy bouquet, Mel laid down on her side, cuddling further into the soft rug.
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Just in her own little world rn
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He’d bled on the floor more times than he cared to tell her. He hoped she wouldn’t notice more faint stains.
Something had spilled on another corner of the rug. She stopped, planted her feet on the floor, and pointed. “What about this blood?”
Lol, you can’t hide, Gabriel
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How did I know Lucy would notice? I figured she’d do it silently, but I was apparently wrong on that point.
I just remembered he still has a cinnamon roll wrapped up in his pocket he got there with. He didn’t ever eat it, planning on giving it to Lucy.
Also, Mel is super cute.
@keilah-h @whaley @loopyGabriel
Gabriel smiled softly at Mel’s enjoyment in a fur rug, his mask pulled back down around his neck, when Lucy’s question distracted him.
“Uh…yeah, that’s mine.” Of course she would notice. Of course she would ask. Gabriel quickly looked for some kind of distraction, something to keep her from looking further.
There wasn’t much to interest a child in the cabin, it was mostly bare besides the furs, tools, and simple furniture. His eyes stopped at a spot in the wall, with the clear imprint of a hand crushing into the wood. Yes, he remembered that, when his powers had taken control, just like when he was a child…when… He looked back at the stains on the rug, his pulse quickening.
The doubts he often had about then resurfaced. Maybe they had been right when he was a child, maybe he was…
He clenched his teeth and eyes shut as the voices screeched in his ears. Why? Why did they get so unbearable when he though about his past? Why? He wanted it to stop, he needed it to stop.
But he didn’t know how. Distracting himself only made them quieter, why did they rarely stop completely?
He leaned against the cabin wall, putting his head in one hand, trying to calm his rushed breathing and heart. Think of something else, he had to think of something else. He had to lull the voices back into whisperings again.
"Tell me is the world really worth saving?" -Everybody Dies by Rory Webley
Help Gabriel.@rae (OMG I HAD TO SAY I LOVE UR PFP! Did u draw that???) @whalekeeper @loopylin @keilah-h Heyooo!! So I’m thinking of joining an RP again… *nervous shuffling* but it’s been a HOT MINUTE! and, well, Idk how much ill be on and I don’t want that to affect anyone. I’ll only do one character.
I’m struggling right now with Arabella, and my current writing-to write at all-and hoping this might help?
What is this RP about? What’s going on currently (and are y’all ok having another member??)
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@godlyfantasy12 Hiiii! It would be so cool if you joined!! I gotta get back to work so I can’t do a whole explanation atm, but if you just read the first couple rps that I wrote, it should explain the basic premise
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The very first post in the topic explains it
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Oh my word yes. This is crazy. 🤣 It’s gonna take us a minute to process how to integrate Ara, but we can do this.
I can come up with a summary if you want
“I know a lot about earthworms. Maybe too much.” - Cosmo
I have plenty of characters for Ara to interact with if we don’t want to make the main group bigger
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@godlyfantasy12 of course we can have another member!!
be aware that my characters you’ll meet here, should you choose to join the large group, are slightly different from the ones you’re used to lol.
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
@loopylin @whalekeeper lol! I skimmed a few of the posts and read the first one. We don’t have to integrate her immediately-make it more natural and I can introduce her real quick, have her wander around. Trying to kinda figure her out myself too so might help me anyway lol! I don’t know all of your characters so I’ll get introduced as she does lol!
But here she is for anyone who doesn’t know her (:
Arabella Fabel-Princess of A’Grend
Current Age- 15 going on 16
Personality: Reserved, thoughtful, and compassionate. Polite and respectful. Very self-critical and struggles with anxiety and feelings of imperfection. A bit of a chronic over thinker-she wants to make the right decisions but not everything is black and white and she struggles with that. Tries to avoid conflict and craves peace mentally. She has an adventurous nature and a stubborn streak but it’s buried under guilt and fear.
Appearances- Wavy brown hair that falls past her shoulder, brown, tired eyes, fair skin. Wears a loose, flowy pink dress and brown slippers. She has a purple vine like scar that starts from the underside of her wrist and goes up to her elbow.
Extra Notes- Suffers from visions that are dreamlike (more like nightmares) and can come at any moment. She struggles to sleep due to them.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb
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