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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Fun RP => Topic started by: Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa on November 28, 2014, 07:42:14 AM
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"Yeah, it's a nice place. Trees and a beach. Some old ruin by the start of town.
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What? The post office? Of course it has a post office.
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Yeah, I'll write every day. But why can't you just get your own phone?
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Yeah, yeah I know. Hey did you hear? The place is so quiet the townspeople make up their own fun!
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Yeah! Not kidding! Like, they say when you're on the Sentinel at night everything turns to day! And the school is haunted! Haha, can you believe it! And they say weird things happen on horse race days! Oh and get this! The fire station? Right? They say the klaxon goes off every time lightening strikes the sand bar out by the first beach! Like that'd ever happen. And the Rocks is supposed to look like trees made of sto - huh?
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I'm not making fun! I'm just sharing the folklore. Geez.
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Yeah. I hate how my parents moved too. But I'll come back home and get you as soon as. Okay? Love you. Bye.
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Bye."
You live in an idyllic town in a no-magic setting - initially. Your goals? None! Free world! But not much exists outside of town. Explore the mysteries or live normally! Ages around the twenties?
Folklores: (required for later phases of the RP)
1- The Ghost Of The School
2- The Sentinel's Glow
3- The Rocks' Stone Trees
4- The Lightening Siren
5- The Gems On The Sand Bar
6- At The End Of The Beach
7- The Watchful Statue
Name: Aaron Blade
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: nine tailed fox
Job: still looking
Lives: in a home on the straight, opposite the corner store.
Immediate family: None.
Favourite folklore: The Ghost Of The School.
Aaron sat with his feet in the water under the shade of The Rocks. He sighed. The clouds flew by overhead. He missed his old town. Now he was stuck here, living with the old bear of a master he had been stuck with since his folks left this world for good.
Not a game store in sight...internet stores would take months to post here. He sighed and got out his phone to shop. There wasn't even a cafe here...so small...the town was so small...it was stifling.
He found himself looking up the town on Google. Apparently it had seven mysteries - not cliche at all. He frowned and perused them. Then game shopping, he promised himself, and after that he'd strip off and explore the ocean awhile.
He tapped distractedly away. Why did he feel like he was being observed?
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Name: Aconitum Lovien
Age: 20
Gender: female
Species: Jackal
Job: tattoo artist/model, photographer
Lives: in a small apartment
Family: Her father and her brother, sometimes her mother
Favorite folklore: The Watchful Statue
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((Okay, I feel bad for randomly posting, but I have to ask. These folklores, what are they? I'm curious, and am also under the assumption that if I don't know what they mean, I'll muck something up. Do what you need to, if you so choose. Thanks in advance.))
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(((The point is not knowing, and discovering! But I'm all over the school one! It's a plot point big time! The racing one is more a side quest. - Enigir.)))
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((Can i join..but i'm a bit confused....does this include vehicles?))
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Name: Haedon "Ray" Rayleonarde
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Raccoon
Job: Freelance photographer
Lives: In an apartment complex.
Family: Parents are deceased, older brothers visit on occasion.
Favorite Folklore: The Sentinel's Glow.
((Again, sorry for the confusion on my part. I should've read more carefully.))
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(((Cars and bikes...no tanks or walkers in afraid XD and yeah, everyone please join away! - Dat Shosa Doe)))
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((Alrighty-o...))
Name: Jacob "J.C" Chase
Age: 20
Gender :Male
Species :Komodo Dragon
Job: Dirt-biker,Stuntman
Lives: Apartment slums
Family: Deceased parents,last of species
Favorite Folklore :At The End Of The Beach
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(((All good to post! - Enigir)))
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((Im good enigir!))
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(((Beginning)))
Aaron sat with his feet in the water under the shade of The Rocks. He sighed. The clouds flew by overhead. He missed his old town. Now he was stuck here, living with the old bear of a master he had been stuck with since his folks left this world for good.
Not a game store in sight...internet stores would take months to post here. He sighed and got out his phone to shop. There wasn't even a cafe here...so small...the town was so small...it was stifling.
He found himself looking up the town on Google. Apparently it had seven mysteries - not cliche at all. He frowned and perused them. Then game shopping, he promised himself, and after that he'd strip off and explore the ocean awhile.
He tapped distractedly away. Why did he feel like he was being observed?
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Jacob sleepily rests on his ratty bed,his cracked widows flickering with the headlights of passing cars,he looks at his clock which is cracked,he begins slowly falling asleep,but he feel,a unseen object,watching him
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Name: Animus Shiro
Age: 20
Job: Reader for a Publisher
Gender: Unknown (usually is considered male though)
Species: Wusky
Lives: beach condo
Family: Parents dead, older brother and sister
Folklore: School ghostiesAnimus sat at the beach an read a book titled,'Magic Circles and other Occult Rituals' of course they usually didnt work but he still enjoyed practicing and learning about occult related things. He had heard strange things had went on in this town. Maybe his rituals could possibly help.... which was a hopeful wish. He turned his attentio towards the school and set a box behind him with the black word, 'Ouija' printed on it, he took a look at his vibrating pone and read the message through his rimless glasses and giggled loudly before pressing a few buttons then the send button. He then returned to his book and sighed with a smile
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Aaron blinked, and turned to the creepy giggle. He raised an eyebrow.
"That kind of stuff isn't good for you, you know." He said airily.
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"nuh uh it iss perfectly fine!" Animus looked to Aaron with a pout
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Ray sat near the treeline, taking photos of the town. He was pleased with the captured images, and proceeded to wander the town. Ray offered a smile to Aaron and Animus as he passed, and stopped, holding his camera aloft. "Care if I take a few photos? I don't mean to sound creepy, but...you guys would make a great calendar photo."
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Name: Jacob Hail
Age: 18
Job: Works in a small music shop, also makes music with his guitar on the side.
Gender: Male
Species: Grayfox
Lives: In a simple apartment
Family: None around
Favorite Lore: The Lightening Siren
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Acon was at the beach, posing for a shoot that her brother worked hard to get her. This one was for Suicide Girls and she was determined not to mess it up.
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Ray sighed, and walked on, ignored. He made his way to the beach, and stopped at the photo shoot. He stood back, and assessed the image. His phone vibrated, and Ray picked up. His employer, for the time being, wanted him to take photos of some woman for Suicide Girls. Ray furrowed his brow. "The hell is Suicide Girls? Some kinda sick magazine?"
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(Haha! Ray! XD)
Acon turned to spot Ray and smiled. "Hey! Are you my photographer?" She asked, running up to him.
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Ray nodded. "I suppose. I...I guess we could...hmm." He looked around, and spotted a nice inlet, where the sun just peaked through the clouds. Ray nodded. "Over there, that should look good." He walked towards the location, his camera dangling from his neck. "Though, I'm not sure what I should be shooting."
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Acon sighed and followed Ray. "You don't know what a suicide girl is, do you?" She giggled.
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"I've photographed a girl's suicide, but no...I don't." Ray rubbed the back of his neck, and fiddled with his camera.
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She shrugged. "Tattooed models, pierced, dyed hair. You know! All that jazz. Lots of nudes... tasteful thought!"
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Ray flinched. "Ah...s-so...what do you want to do? I...I'm freelance. This's my first gig with these people." He offered a sheepish smile. "I've been told I'm pretty good, though."
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Acon shrugged. "I don't know dude. You're the photographer." She said with a warm smile, taking off her clothes to reveal a very skimpy bathing suit. "So?"
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Ray shrugged, and took a knee, bracing his elbow against his leg. "Whatever feels natural, I guess. That makes for better pictures anyway." He smiled, and waited, adjusting his camera.
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Acon let out her hair and struck a few poses. This went on for a while, Acon gradually losing clothes as they went along. Finally, almost completely nude, Acon sighed. "Are we done yet?"
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Ray shrugged again, as he readied his camera. "We've got enough substance, but...we both might be payed more for anything else. Your call, though."
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"Hmm... fair enough." After another hour or so of shooting, Acon sighed and smiled proudly. "I think that went well!"
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Ray nodded, and handed Acon her clothes, having kept them over his shoulder during the shooting. He didn't want her to go home with sand in her clothes. Ray offered a smile, and a paw. "It did indeed, pleasure working with you, miss...?"
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Acon took Ray's paw into her own and returned the smile. "I'm Acon... Lovien. And same to you!" She chipped.
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Ray smiled. "I'm Ray. Well...that's what everyone calls me, anyway." He stood, and bowed slightly. "Well, Acon...I hope we can work in the future. I assume I'm not the first one to tell you, you're very photogenic."
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Acon's smile grew. "Why, thank you! I-it was nice meeting you, Ray." After say their goodbye's Acon walked off toward her apartments. She hadn't bothered to dress so she got many long looks from men and women as she went along.
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Ray walked back to his apartment, and began sending the pictures to his employer. The money was wired to his bank account, just shy of five hundred. He shrugged, and flopped down on his bed.
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Before going home, Acon stopped and grabbed herself a case of beer. She sat in her apartment with a cold one in her paw and a sappy romance novel by her side. As she read, loud music played on their stereo.
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Ray's ear twitched, as loud music pounded through the complex. He stood, and went to the apartment it emanated from, and knocked on the door.
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Acon's ears swiveled to the door and she stood to answer it. She smiled brightly when she saw ot was Ray. "Oh, hey!"
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Ray blinked, and smiled. "Oh! Acon. Didn't know this was your apartment. I could hear your music from my apartment..." He spotted the beer in her paw, and raised an eyebrow. "Drinking alone?"
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Jacob looked down from atop a rock face, a weary smile on his muzzle. He took a few steps back then ran forward, jumping off the cliff and into the ocean with a load yell.
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Acon nodded sadly and gave him a sheepish smile. "Yeah. I'm all alone. Sorry about the music; ill turn it down." She turned to quickly turn down the volume.
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Ray leaned against the doorframe, and offered a warm smile. "Do you want company? I've got no plans."
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Acon blushed a bit and smiled. "S-sure! If you want to." She gestured for Ray to come in and sit. "Wanna beer?"
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Ray walked into Acon's apartment, and sat on her couch. He nodded. "Sure, I'll have a drink, please."
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Acon pulled two beers from her fridge and came back to climb on the couch beside him. "Here ya go!" She handed Ray his bottle and began sipping at her own.
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Ray nodded in thanks, and opened the bottle. He took a sip, and smiled. "So...been here long?"
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Acon shook her head. "Nah, I just moved here from another town." She looked at him with a warm smile. "What about you?"
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Ray smiled sheepishly. "W-Well...my family used to drive from place to place, y-y'know, in an RV. I would be the first Rayleonarde to have a house." He checked his phone briefly, before putting it away.
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Acon nodded and took another sip. "Huh. That's cool." She draw her knees up under her chin and made several facial expressions as she talked to herself quietly. "I wish I could do stuff like that."
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Ray shrugged. "It's not that fun, honestly. If you make friends, you never see 'em again." After a few moments, he cleared his throat. "W-What was the name of the magazine you'll be in? I...I like to see the final product of my work." Ray rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't mean to sound like a creeper."
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Acon laughed. "No, it's totally okay! I do that too." Acon reached under the couch to pull out her stash of magazines. She rifled through the pile and finally found last months issue of Suicide Girls. It was thick and had a picture of a bright orange, busty sergal on the front. She handed it to Ray.
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Ray blinked. "T-This is dated of last month. Though..." He thought for a moment. "I shot that picture!"
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Acon raised a brow. "I thought you said you hadn't worked with them until just recently?"
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"First time they gave me their name. I got approached by this woman, payed upfront, and took a few pictures." Ray scratched his head. "Looking back on it, I think I might've been on the street at the time."
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Acon nodded, looking at the cover. "Sounds like something Kitten would do." She sighed and sat back in her seat. "You can keep that if you want. There are more of her pictures inside. Pretty hot."
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Ray chuckled, and slid the magazine under the couch. "Nah, I'm not that kinda guy."
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Acon shrugged. "Suite yourself." She sighed and pulled her long purple hair out of her face. "So..."
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"So what?" Ray tilted his head, and smiled slightly.
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Acon looked at Ray and placed a paw on his shoulder with a serious expression. "Do you know... the muffin man?"
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Ray's brow furrowed, and he placed his paw on Acon's. His face was dead serious. "The muffin man?"
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Acon nodded. "Yes. Well, she's married to... the muffin man."
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Ray nodded, and cupped his chin in his paw. "She's married to the muffin man..."
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Acon sighed and shook her head. "I bet you also didn't know Yankee Doodle went to town."
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Ray nodded. "Yes, upon a young horse. He had stuck a feather into his cap, and called it something strange."
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"Damn hippies." She laughed before standing up to grab another beer."
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Ray chuckled, and finished his. He blew lightly onto the bottle, causing it to sing.
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Acon came back with two more beers and tub of ice cream. "Want some?"
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"Just a little, I don't want to impose." Ray smiled, and sat the bottle on the floor.
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Acon smiled brightly and handed Ray a spoon. "Eat as much as you want. I keep my freezer stocked."
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Ray laughed, and took a spoonful. He ate it swiftly, and smiled. "Thanks. I owe you, maybe...maybe lunch sometime?"
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Acon nodded eagerly, her mouth stuffed with ice cream. "Lunch? I'd love that!"
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Aaron suddenly stood, his bare paws sinking into the sand.
He presented an interesting sight, standing in a beach littered with stone leaves and shaded by stone trees. The wind picked up, the salty air messing with his scarf.
"Well, whatever. If you can control the occult, great. If not then there's no hope for you." Aaron raised a paw and glanced at it. But of course...there had been that one dream...
He turned to the blue wolf sitting in the sand.
"You seem oddly familiar. It's like...another me knows another you, from another town." Aaron frowned at the blue wolf, not realising how close he had come to breaking the fourth wall and referencing TFF's Fun RP, High School.
"I attend uni via the internet in the local school. Wing closest the graveyard. Don't ask me why, but...feel free to drop in and see me. Good bye for now - sayonara, as the jaanese say."
The weeaboo fox wandered away, annoyed his skinny-dipping session was interrupted.
The sun bit at him as he made away from the beach and crossed the car park. The ten minute walk to the school seemed longer than usual today.
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Animus leaned out and lightly tugged at Aaron by the shirt, "w-wait... that guy... he asked if you wanted your picture taken with me.... im okay with it... i-if you are that is..." the little wolf blushed and let go of Aaron's shirt, he looked out to the horizon, "itd be nice to have a nice memory.... this is a nice thing to remember right? Of course trying to contact ghosts is nice too... which hopefully the lore here holds up to on the old school..." he lost himself in thought while waiting for the fox's answer totally shrugging off the familiarity of him, tha was Animus for you... airheaded and full of ideas
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Ray smiled, and wrote down his cell number. "Great! I guess you call me whenever you want to, and we'll go." He handed the slip of paper to Acon, and wiped his spoon on his shirt, before taking another scoop of ice cream.
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Acon studied the paper with a bright smile. "Sound good!"
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Ray sat back, and sighed, a smile stretched across his face.
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Acon looked to Ray and smiled. "What's so funny?"
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Ray shrugged. "We just met today, but here I am, eating ice cream and drinking beer in your apartment."
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Acon laughed. "Yeah, that's how you make friends now. Didn't you get the memo?"
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"That guy is long gone. We live in a square acre town, details gone to sarcasm. We'll meet again. Plus I'm an artist - show up here and I'll draw you, then add myself."
Aaron shrugged the hand off and continued on. In truth, he wanted to hunt the ghost too. But he'd never let THAT in in a million years...
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Ray shook his head. "Must've missed it."
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((I AM THE LAW! Not too late, I hope.))
Name: Thomas R. Vess.
Age: 32
Job: town sheriff
Gender: male
Species: German shepherd
Family: none around, as of yet
Lore: sentinel's glow
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Acon curled up on the opposite side of the couch and yawned.
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Jacob got out and dryed himself off, getting dressed in his usual black attire. He headed to his job and opened up. Noticing there was no one there, he picked up his guitar and started playing.
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(((Yay Nai-Nai!)))
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((:3 yes, the nai nai is here!))
Vess sat in his patrol car, just outside the school, in his standard khaki and brown sheriff's uniform, his HK VP9 at his hip, and his duty laptop on the passenger's seat. He was bored out of his mind, as usual.
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Ray stood, and nodded at Acon. "Well, if you need me, I'm in apartment 304, just knock." He walked towards the door, and gave her a parting smile. "It was great hanging out with you, Acon." Ray stepped outside, and back towards his apartment.
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(((HECKLER AND KOTCH VP9!? AAAAAAAAH O LIVE THOSE! And VP-70's. Aw yeah. - Gir)))
Aaron materialised by the car and gave Vess a stare.
"Hello sherif. I'm new here. My name is Aaron Blade, 20, living with Cross. I was wondering if you had a moment to spare about folklores...?"
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Acon waved to Ray as he left. She sat on the couch, her knees pulled up to her chin.
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((HK IS SOUPA SWEG))
The sheriff jumped slightly, his hand instinctively going for his gun. But when he realized there was no threat, he relaxed.
"I'm sorry, folklores?" The sheriff looked at blade "why do you ask? I'm not very familiar with such things..."
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Animus sighed and then returned to his book, "not long til twilight... the witching hour..." that was when most things supernatural tended to be stronger and more apparent, he gulped and glanced to the Uoija box, he knew using it alone was risky but he liked taking the risk, although he stil would like some kind of company if at alll possible.
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Ray flopped onto his couch, and inspected his camera. After a few moments, he checked his watch, and decided to do a little more sightseeing. Ray wandered about town, until he happened across what the locals called The Sentinel. He took a few pictures from afar, and made his way towards the Sentinel.
((Erm...what is the Sentinel? A rock formation?))
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"The folklores if this town. It seems everyone has at least a favourite. So...what do you know about them? I'm interested in such things, you see. And I have an assignment to write. I use the online uni system at the school and I'm writing about the concept of folklore."
That last part involving his assessment type had been an outright lie but it closed everything together. After all, Aaron DID use the uni system...so why should a white little lie cause any trouble?
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(((It's an old pirate lookout, like a castle sort of - Gir)))
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((T'anks!))
Ray made his way towards the old structure, and took pictures of it from where-ever he could. He climbed up the side, and took pictures from the top. "Beautiful."
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"Well.." The sheriff nodded slightly "I was down at the beach, just kinda screwing around. So, I decide to go to the sentinel, right? This was at like 11 at night, by the way. Son as I climb out of one of the towers, it was as bright as day! So, naturally, I check my watch, and I had only been in the castle thirty minutes!" He shook his head "frigging weird, man."
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Ray, satisfied with his pictures, made his way back down, but found his footholds unreachable. He groaned, and climbed through a window. To his surprise, it seemed brighter inside. Must be my eyes adjusting. Ray wandered about the structure, taking pictures every so often.
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"...How many coffees had you taken?" Aaron asked with a sigh. "Thank you though."
Aaron disappeared without a trace, moving back towards the school. Last night he had caught sight of a very ambiguous something...he was determined not to let it go tonight.
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"Hey, where'd you go?" Vess shouted, climbing out of his car, his hand on his holster "Hellooo?"
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Ray felt himself starting to panic, and for good reason. He was lost, wandering the Sentinel, trying to find an exit. This is ridiculous! I can't even make my way out of this thing. Ray sighed, and sat on the hard cobble floor. "Just calm yourself, Ray...it'll be fine."
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Aaron hit the doors and let himself in with the key. He did everything silently. He watched everything he could and checked his movements religiously. Then...he stood in the halls.
The Blade crept along until the rustling in the staff room came into his hearing. He began on the handle until it stopped the first time. Second time it would click and open. He widened his eyes, the darkness eased open. He turned the latch...
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The sheriff decided to head into the school, his pistol drawn. He didn't know why he was looking for this kid... He was bored, he guessed. So, he quietly opened the door, and walked inside the school, his natural night vision aiding him along.
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"I found you!" Aaron snapped as the door clicked loudly. A little white furred wolf girl with golden eyes was raiding the fridge. She was also ignoring him.
"Hello." She said simply with the voice of a grown woman. It was quite the silky voice too.
"You...are raiding the staff room fridge."
"It is by no means an easy living." She replied with a sad smile.
"You're the ghost." Aaron said flatly.
"I believe so, yes." She started chewing on a salad sandwich.
Aaron remained silent a moment.
She chewed her sandwich.
"Oh." Aaron said disappointedly.
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((I think ya forgot to finish it there.))
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(((No it's good :3 -Gir)))
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((Cheers man.))
Vess sighed, heading towards the source of the conversation, his pistol gripped tightly in his hand. Something about the school at might was unsettling. The walls seemed to press in on him, and the shadows played tricks on his eyes. He shook his head 'gonna find that guy, and get out' he thought to himself
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"Mister Blade? A policeman by the name of Vess is approaching the area. I would advise we leave before he finds us - he feels very jumpy at this moment." The girl said. Aaron flicked his ears.
"Who...actually are you...?" Aaron asked suspiciously.
"I am Joanne." She said simply.
"You sure it's not 'I was Joanne'?" Aaron tried.
"I am sure. I have some food for you too. Shall we go?"
"Sure. Where to? The race track?" Aaron asked, not overly worried about a jittery man with a handgun.
"I'm truly sorry, but no. I cannot interact in any way with the other Folklores. Unlike them, I am able to relocate to a certain extent. However I cannot go far as the various other Folklores act as a kind if barrier which prevents me from venturing too far into town."
Joanne calmly walked with a huge pile if food in her arms and made down the hall to the closet. She wrapped the food in a bag and snuck through a hidden vent. Aaron calmly followed her into a tiny room with a bed made of rags and various belongings. A pile if books sat in one corner.
"Nobody knows of this place." Joanne smiled sadly.
"Right. And the books?"
"I keep myself mentally stimulated."
"Fair enough." Aaron mumbled. Some fugitive girl of dubious age was the mysterious ghost of the...school? Something wasn't right.
"Barriers? What?" Aaron asked. Joanne simply handed him a sandwich.
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Vess gritted his teeth as he passed by the teachers lounge. This all felt like some bad horror movie that he would watch when he was bored and on duty, but he was on duty, and looking for that blade guy. He was close to giving up as he heard te sounds of more conversation. It seemed to be coming from the vents, an slightly to his right. So, he began to feel along the walls, searching for a secret entrance of some sort.
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Aaron waited out the rest of the night with the strange girl that spoke like a grown woman that owned the world.
(((Plot update: part one of the ghost folklore discovered by Aaron Blade)))
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After a few minutes, Vess gave up in his search, and returned to his squad car, bored. He might have fallen asleep, he wasn't sure. When he woke, his shift was over, and the sun was up. So, he drove back to his apartment, and crashed onto his bed, still tired despite his impromptu nap.
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Animus looked at his clock and nodded, "alright..." it was the witching hour at last, he gathered his book and his ouija box and headed towards the old school, he climbed in througha broken window and turned on his phone for light, he headed towards the center of the school, the center was a large room with hallways stretching out in many differemt directions, walls were occupied with lockers like any normal school. Animus took out a few small vials containing different ingredients, he had a pack strapped to his waist, he pulled out six candles and placed them in a circle. he then took a match and lit them. After that he lit another match and held it under a vial, the contents inside melted and bubbled. Animus uncorked the vial and poured it onto the floor creating a circle connecting the candles. he then took a stick of chalk and drew a hexagram inside the circle. he took the ouija bord out of its box and placed it in the middle. He placed a stone bowl down and set a few samples of lavender in it before placing a match in that. the lavender scent filled the room and Animus ook in a deep breath. "okay..." he took the ouija pointer and set it on the board with his finger tips lightly pressed to it. "I call upon te spirit or spirits inhabiting this place... please show yourselves so that i may converse with you...." he then waited for something to happen
(((so Gir im guessing you're gonna be the spirits as well?)))
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"Hm?" Joanne gently placed her food on the floor. "Mister blade, someone is summoning - "
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" - me." Joanne finished in the scribble that Animus had created.
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Aaron blinked, stood up and hit his head. Tutting, he crawled along and around the air duct until he came out in the closet. He carefully hid the entrance as he had first seen it and left to the halls, searching for his paranormal new friend. At least...he hoped that was the case...
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Animus fell backwards onto his rear, he closed his eyes tightly and gaspsed, "ow ow ow" he adjusted his glasses and looked to the spirit that had appeared, he smiled wide and let out a small squeal of delight, "i actually did it!!! oh right... my name is Animus! whats yours miss?"
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Acon woke up a while after her alarm started going off. With an aggravated groan, she smacked the clock onto the floor and broke it. With content smile, she picked up her phone and dialed Ray.
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"My, my. Two new people have come before me today. What could a child like you possibly want from me?" Joanne asked Animus playfully.
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"I just wanted to talk to you! Ive always wanted to talk to a ghost! oh gosh im just so happy i secceeded in doing it! You see... i didnt have many friends... but there was this one person i was close to...he died before i could do anything and ever since ive been trying to contact him... well i already had an interest in the occult and ghosts so it was just an added insentive... but i had to test it before i tried to talk to him! So is it alright if i ask about you? and you still havent given me your name..."
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"Another occult fanatic. Have you not considered that merely talking to another living being is the same as talking with a ghost? After all, all that a ghost is means nothing but oncoming disaster for both the physical and spiritual planes. It's far safer to talk with someone else. Say...the nine tailed fox I saw earlier. Tell me - and if you amuse me I shall give you my name - who was this dead friend of yours?" Joanne sat and stared at animus from the floor.
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"my dad" Animus said with a frown
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"Oh? Well I'm afraid the spirit work doesn't allow such simple access as you would believe. In fact the only reason your cultist summoning worked was because the Holy Administration hasn't gotten to me yet. My name is - "
"Joanne!" Aaron yelled as he rounded the corner with one hand hidden in his scarf. She turned to smile at him as he stopped a few feet from animus.
"You!" Aaron said to animus.
"Oh, you know this boy?"
"Yeah." Aaron glared at the wolf through the darkness.
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Animus jumped and ran, Aaron scared him half to death when he yelled. He ran through the dark hallways hoping to find somewhere to hide.
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"Should I grab him?" Aaron asked quickly.
"No, but please smudge these circles. They are detaining me more than my current living quarters."
"Fine." Aaron grumbled and knelt down. He licked a paw and started wiping.
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Animus hid in a classroom and trembled, "why? why is everyone so mean?" he held his ears as a tear rolled down his cheek, "i just... wanted to see daddy"
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Vess heard yelling, and went back to investigate the school yet again. The school was just as scary as it was before, but he was more familiar with it, so it was slightly less so. He drew his pistol, and called out "hello? This is the sheriff, I'm here to help!"
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Animus widened his eyes as he heard someone calling out claiming to be the sheriff, he quickly switched hiding spots, the floor boards creaked loudly
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"Hey." Aaron said, smothering enough of animus' nose and mouth to prevent sound but not breathing. "I've got nothing against you, kid, unless you get us busted for trespass and cult activity. I can get us out of here but you need to follow my instructions."
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Ray sat against a wall of the Sentinel. How long have I been in here? Days? Weeks? Or only minutes? That light...it never changes. He knocked his head against the wall lightly, waiting for someone to find him.
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Animus let out a muffled squeal, he blushed as his body pressed back against Aaron's he grabbed Aaron's arm and tried pulling him off. Failing at that, he pulled a leather wallet out of his pocket and opened it for Aaron to see. 'Official Paranormal investigator' it read with his photo and a governmnt seal
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Vess came across the circle, and immediately spoke into his radio
"Uh... Looks like we've got a trespasser here, left some kind of demon circle...requesting backup." He sighed, leaning against the window, waiting. It was likely that they would gain some fingerprints and DNA from this scene.
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"Hello." Joanne said. She smiled at the ID but said nothing about it. "The police are here. I sense they are going to comb the building. Sorry about this."
Joanne reached out towards the surprised pair and lightly touched Animus' face. She tampered with his memories and knocked him out cold - neither if it was permanent, but she knew what she was doing.
"Let us go." She said to Aaron. "No heroics. Leave the boy here - he will face light charges at worst. Please leave here now."
Joanne seemingly fizzled I to thin air. Aaron took one last look at Animus and left the area.
THE NEXT DAY
Aaron was lounging around on the couch. Master Cross was out at the moment. He kept wondering about those two he had met earlier. Only hours ago.
The only thing the coppers had found was the food stash and best Joanne had made in the vents. The building was closed for full inspection today. Apparently the Animus kid was a light sleeper and had presumably gotten away. But from what, and for how long?
Aaron wondered about the wolf. Wax it worth trying to find him? It should the fox lay low awhile. Eventually he decided to search for other mysteries, although Joanne was the main thing in his mind. As he worried about whether it big he would see her again, Aaron came to himself standing by the entrance of Sentinel. He shrugged and made inside to explore it a little. After all, the sea breeze was nice.
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Ray heard someone open the front door, and panicked. His mind had broken, as the unwavering light had driven him mad. Ray scrabbled about, and ducked behind a pillar.
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"Is someone in here?" Aaron asked curiously. He heard a few stones skitter into some unseen place. He placed a hand beneath his scarf.
"Hello?"
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Ray shook his head, and shot into another room. It's just a hallucination, just a hallucination. He watched the doorway, from the shadows in the corner.
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"Sorry. You let me see you when you went to find cover. You should have stayed hidden." Aaron said from behind Ray. He grabbed Ray by the scruff of the neck and hauled him up, with some difficulty.
"Feel like explaining why you're skittering around like a wounded animal?" Aaron offered as politely as possible. He was speaking in a calm and pleasant voice.
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Ray broke away from Aaron, and crouched low. "Stay away!" His eyes seemed to be covered in a thin film.
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Animus kicked Aaron lightly in the shins, "how about you try not forcefully stopping poeple hm?" he huffed and opened a book, "he is trapped in th sentinel daze...." Animus opened his waist satchel and opened a cordial filled with water, he spoke softly to Ray, "everything is gonna be alright. im going to get you out of here okay? just try to stay still" Animus made a cross like symbol with he cordial making water splash out, "as we were once pure of the Other... make use pure once more, oh child of this world be free of the affliction you have been given." Animus whispered a few foreign words and hoped for the best
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Ray flinched, and stepped back quickly, placing his paw on the ground, and looking at the intruders.
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"Tch." Aaron looked away and placed Ray on the ground. He turned and stared at the exit from the next room.
*It was right there the whole time - this place only has two rooms.* Aaron failed to consider the abnormal aspect of sentinel as he promptly left the area.
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"H-Hey wait!" he yelled out to Aaron. Animus held out a paw to Ray, "lets get out of here okay?" he smiled softly
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Ray backed away from Animus. "There is no out of here." He scrabbled away, his camera dangling from his neck.
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Animus looked to the camera then he thought of somhing, "there is always a way... please dont be... afraid!" Animus dived forward and yanked the camera from his neck, he looked throught the lens and took Ray's photo, the bright flash went off,
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Ray blinked, and staggered backwards, rubbing his face.
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Aaron made it to his master's place...the door was locked. The grumpy old sod was out - probably at the corner store. Aaron folded his arms and waited by the door, having forgotten the key when he had left.
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(Cause I don't want this one to die! -3-)
Acon got out of bed and got ready for her day.
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Animus called out, "coming coming...." he opened the door to see who it was, he saw Aaron. "what are you doing here?" Animus had bed head
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(Umm, I know I'm always late to just about every RP but is there still space for one more?)
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Always room for more! This rp needs a reboot anyway! Welcome aboard!