#Cassie Con RPG

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Cassie Con RPG, Post 4

“You’re in the wrong century, lollipop,” stated Pritkin. Knives and potion bottles began floating in the air from invisible marionette strings. The cloud of carnage surrounded Pritkin like a cobra hood, ready to strike with equal veracity. “So are you, mage,” replied the Guild member, the last word spat more than spoken. He drew his pistol and shot in the same movement, sacrificing accuracy for speed. Unfortunately for him, the shot hit the door frame instead of its intended target. Pritkin didn’t miss, though, his knives hitting the Guild member’s shooting arm, doing minimal damage. The French soldiers still near the cabin still thought that the cabin’s inhabitants were French travelers, so they were a little confused about the current situation. The Guild member was commanding this detail, but they weren’t convinced that Pritkin was an enemy yet. Their confusion was only enhanced when Francois stepped out of the cabin and yelled at the Guild member in French. She waved her hand, attempting a new spell but failing. The gesture was seen as one of contempt for the Guild member by the soldiers. At this point the soldiers and the Natives moved out to the circumference of an invisible circle, keeping both the Guild member and the cabin in sight. At that point Caleb had had enough. He wasn’t much for just sitting around while others, especially Pritkin, did all of the dirty work. He raised his shields and just walked out of the cabin, passing Pritkin on his way. He had a pistol in his hand, but kept it aimed down, and just walked menacingly towards the Guild member. He sent quick glares to the soldiers and the Natives, but kept his main focus on the Guild member. Then Cassie got an idea. "Billy Joe,” she said. “Whaaaatt?” whined Billy Joe. “Go out and find out what our new friends are thinking,” she stated. “I can tell you right now what they’re thinking. ‘Let these idiots fight it out, then we’ll mop up what’s left and take care of their women afterwards.’  That’s what they’re thinking!” proclaimed Billy Joe. “Oh, they’ve got a big surprise coming if that’s what they’re thinking, but thanks for that, Captain Obvious. Now go!” replied Cassie. So Billy Joe went out and searched the minds of the soldiers and the Natives, finding only confusion and hesitation at the spectacle that they were seeing play out before them. They didn’t have time for these distractions, as they still had a Major to kill.

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Cassandra Sophie Rowle aka Casper – Knockturn Alley RPG

“Cassie es sin duda el personaje al que más cariño tengo. He roleado con ella su nacimiento, niñez, adolescencia y posteriormente su vida adulta y la creacción de su propia familia. Ha pasado por varios foros, manteniendo su esencia aunque no siempre su apellido, pero en Knockturn es donde más pude desarrollar su historia además de encontrar al personaje que se convertiría en su compañero de vida y aventuras. Gracias a él, su apodo es Casper.”

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More fanfiction nobody asked for

this is a personal project ive been working on for a few months now. its not much but id love to have feedback! thanks guys, enjoy! ^_^

This is Not a Love Story

 Why is it we can’t always remember when something important happens?

I can tell you the date and time of my birth (thanks mom, but, too much). I know when my parents got married. I know that Thanksgiving falls on the last Thursday of November… yet, I can’t tell you when things changed. Just that they did. One minute, my world looked a certain way, the next everything was different. One minute, there’s a person. Then suddenly she’s a girl. A cute girl. A sexy girl. A girl I like.

And then things change again.

Offhand, I can’t remember when we met. Not exactly. Probably at a party, one of the many that Quinn threw together and I somewhat reluctantly joined in on. It was hard not to, seeing it was at my house. Well, our house – me, Quinn, Todd, and Ben, we all roomed together at the time. At first, it was Quinn and this guy Frank and the others at the house. Then Frank got married, and I needed some new scenery – that didn’t involve my parents – and Quinn offered me the spare bedroom.

It made sense, in a weird way, to all room together. I’m pretty sure Quinn could have afforded to rent the house on his own, but he’s one of those guys that thrives on people. I think if you stuck him on a deserted island, he’d die of loneliness before he ever ran out of coconuts.

For Todd, it was a matter of independence – not really him declaring it, as much as his parents forcing it upon him. He wasn’t so bad, as far as roommates go, but I learned quickly not to ever rely on him to clean… or cook… or shop for groceries… or really do anything particularly useful. He hardly ever came out of his room, except to go to work and eat, and whenever there were people over he never hung out with us. It was kind of like being roommates with a ghost. A ghost who drank orange juice straight out of the carton and then put it back.

Ben was somewhere in the middle of that spectrum. Not super social, but not a recluse. I’ve been informed – subtly and not so much – that I’m a bit of a nerd and a geek. Fair enough, but I don’t think those people have seen Ben in action. Ben took everything to the next level. He’s played more rpgs, more video games, and went to more cons than anyone I know. In thirty years, I picture him as the comic book store guy from the Simpsons, though hopefully with less jaundice.

I’m sure you’re wondering where I fit into all this. Let’s just say, I was voluntarily seeking independence, desiring a little more social interactions, drinking O.J. out of a glass like a normal person, and improving my skills in Dungeons & Dragons.

Now it’s just Ben, his girlfriend, Cassie, and me rooming together, while everyone else has moved on. But that’s not what this story is about. Honestly, I don’t know what it’s about. I guess… when you get right down to it, it’s about her.

So, there was a party, or several parties, and there I was. There she was. And it didn’t mean a thing. Because I didn’t notice her. I mean, we were friends, casual friends, but that was it. Looking back, I don’t know how I ever could have missed her. I chalk it up to being the type of guy who doesn’t notice jailbait (she was younger than me). It’s one of my better qualities, if I do say so myself.

She and her sister were old friends with Quinn, because everyone is old friends with Quinn, and they ended up at our house a lot. We mostly just hung around talking, or playing pool, or occasionally pulling out the Risk boards to try to conquer the world for as long as we could. What I remember from those nights, mostly, was her sister Victoria.

Victoria and her sister, Ava, were a lot alike. Both short, both fair, though Victoria was tanner. They were both funny, and both friendly. They even looked similar. Blondes, though Victoria was dirty blonde and Ava was ash blonde. Round faces, small mouths, and button noses. You only saw the differences between them if you paid attention. Victoria was athletic, cool, and unreadable. She was nice to everyone, but she played her cards close to the chest, and you never could tell exactly what she was thinking.

Ava wasn’t an open book, exactly. There was always some small, secret smile hiding at the corner of her mouth. But ninety percent of the time, one look at her face could tell you almost everything. She was curvier, more sarcastic, and opinionated. Even back then, I knew she didn’t hold back. Whatever she thought of you, she could sum it up in one word, or one smirk. That’s not to say she was mean, or at least, she didn’t try to be. It was nice that someone finally said what they were thinking, it took the guesswork out of everything.

I’m not sure when I started to pay more attention to her. As time went on, Victoria and Ava were always around, hanging out with us. They became kind of a unit – it was weird when you didn’t see both of them together, like they were missing their arm. They weren’t very close in age. Victoria was about five years older, I think, but it hardly showed. Victoria was a little immature for her age, Ava was more grownup so they balanced each other out.

As time went on though, Victoria found other social groups and we didn’t see her as much. Ava still came though, for the parties and the game nights. We’d ask where Victoria was on those nights when Ava appeared alone at the door, but all Ava would ever say was she was out somewhere else. Had other plans. Sorry, couldn’t make it. Next time, honest.

I guess it was at that point that I started to really pay attention to Ava.

Around Victoria, she had always seemed a little muted, like Victoria did enough of the joking and laughing and talking for both of them. Or like she didn’t feel the need to interact much when Victoria supposedly had it covered.

Underneath the affection they shared, there was a faint tenseness to their relationship. You’d never pick up on it unless you were hanging around them for as long as I did.

Victoria liked to ‘rein in’ her sister’s sarcastic jokes; she’d shoot her a look whenever she felt that Ava was getting a little too loose with her humor and her comments. “Because I’m her big sister, and it’s my job to look out for her,” I’d overheard her quietly explain this once to someone. Most of the time, Ava would back down, blushing occasionally at her own cheekiness. But sometimes, Ava would stare right back at her sister, defiant and irritated, which made Victoria back down instead.

With Victoria out wandering the world Ava-free, it was like looking at a new person entirely.

Ava laughed louder and more freely at anything she found funny when Victoria was missing, and she had a sense of humor that was both broad and obscure, dry and wet. Almost anything could make her giggle: puns, nerdy jokes, little-known references, sarcasm, and bad movies. I liked that about her.

Ava was also a giant nerd, which was even better. She loved Star Trek, cartoons, fantasy and mystery books – she even wrote fan fiction. I’d nearly lost it when she mentioned that.

“Fan fiction?” I asked in disbelief.

Ava was smiling, a little uncomfortably, and blushing bright pink. “Yeah. I started when I was eleven. I don’t write as much as I used to, but I really like it. I like taking a part of a world I know really well, and putting it back together in a way that I think works better. I love thinking of all the little in between scenes that don’t make it into a book or movie. How this, led to that. And I really love falling down the rabbit hole into the endless Wonderland of ‘what ifs’. Is that crazy?”

I thought about it. “No, not really. I’ve just never met someone in real life who does it. I thought only kids in middle school and recluses wrote fan fiction.”

“I take some offense to that,” Ava said, trying to look affronted but only succeeding in smiling. “I’ll have you know I was the most reclusive middle schooler in the world. I’m a prime candidate for being a fan fic author.”

“What kind of stories do you write? You don’t write slash, do you?”

Ava laughed now. “No! I write about superheroes, and all the reasons they get PTSD and should be in therapy. Seriously, why hasn’t Batman consulted a shrink yet? He’s got ample reason to. Mommy and Daddy issues to fill an entire wing at Arkham Asylum.”

It took a while, a long while, after Victoria floated off to other locales that I learned just what a deep well of nerddom Ava drew from.

Ava guarded her nerdiness like Smaug guarding dwarf treasure. She only made inside jokes or talked about her favorite comics with those she knew were in on the secret. I wasn’t sure why, but I always got excited when I found a new aspect of her fangirl personality. It was like discovering a new (blah blah I’ll edit this simile later) every time we talked.

I’m not much of a talker. Or a smiler, so I’m told. But when I’m with Ava, I want to laugh. She’s funny even when she’s not trying to be.

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Cassie Con RPG, Post 2

“Wow! Remind me never to do that again,” exclaimed Cassie. Cassie can use the Pythian power to travel back in time and to bring others with her. This time, though, she managed to shift herself and 6 others back 300 years into the past.

“I do hope you can do that at least 1 more time,” replied Louis Cesare. “We would all like to make it back.”

“Where are we?” inquired Rico. He could see that they were in a log cabin with no windows and only 1 door. This was his first time in a log cabin, and he took a moment to look around. The fireplace was warm and smoldering, meaning the fire had recently been extinguished.  He could tell it was nighttime by the coolness in the air and the ubiquitous sound of crickets chirping. With his vampire-enhanced hearing, though, that wasn’t all that he heard.

“More importantly, when are we?” corrected Pritkin. The sound of gunfire was unmistakable, although by the echos, it sounded like flintlock muskets and  pistols.

Cassie sat on the ground and tried to gather some of her strength back. “We’re in Fallmouth, Maine, September 21st, 1688,” she said to the group. She dug out her pendant, and said to its inhabitant,”Billy Joe, I need you to do some scouting for us. Find out what’s going on outside.”

Billy Joe was Cassie’s ghost spirit that had attached himself to a pendant that she bought a long time ago. He floated out, took one look at Cassie, and said,”You need to do some scouting of your own. Find some food. That jump almost tapped you out.”

As Billy Joe left the house, Cassie and the gang searched the house. they found a little bit of food stored in a large chest. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing for Cassie. They also managed to find some clothes, so they all got dressed up in whatever clothes they could find that would fit them.

Caleb lifted up a shirt meant for a normal-sized human being and remarked,”I don’t suppose these come in a 2X, do they?”

“Oh, geev me zat!” responded Francois, and with a wave of her wand, Caleb’s new duds expanded to fit his larger-than-average frame.

Billy Joe returned with an update. “There is a battle going on outside. We’re in the middle of an encampment, roughly 80 houses or so. There are a lot of new ghosts that don’t know what they’re doing yet, and I couldn’t understand half of them.”

Pritkin said,”Well,we can’t stay here forever. Sooner or later we’re going to have to leave this cabin.”

A small voice from the corner of the house responded.”I’ll go,” offered Rhea. All heads turned in her direction, not expecting to hear her volunteer so readily.

“Then I’ll go, too,” replied Rico. He wasn’t about to let Rhea go out there alone.

Not willing to argue, Pritkin said,“Okay. You two go and report back to us what you find out.”

So Rico and Rhea cautiously opened the door and stepped out of the cabin. As soon as they did, they heard,”Qui etes-vous? Qu’est-ce que vous-faites?”

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Cassie Con PRG, Post 3

After opening the door to the log cabin, Rhea and Rico stepped out to do a little recon, and they were immediately confronted by a group of people. Suddenly, Rhea wished that she had worn her brown dress on this trip. She saw what looked like some French soldiers, some Natives, and 1 man dressed in period garb looking suspiciously at her and Rico. In the span of a second, Rico was mentally plotting the demise of all of them. He had his route planned out, using his vampire speed and strength to kill the soldiers, then the Natives, then the suspicious guy before any of them had a chance to blink. Luckily for him and the group, he hesitated, because making a scene may not be the best thing to do at the moment. They were here to gather information first before acting, so he kept his knives hidden. For now. He did mentally send a thought to the only other vampire in the group, Louis Cesare, to tell him to get his French derriere out there. Rhea, having learned a little bit of French while at Court, decided that talking to them was the best option, so she meekly told them, with what little French she knew, that they were travelers trying to get back to their boat. The soldiers listened, but the combination of Rhea’s broken French and the fact that there weren’t supposed to be any French travelers in this English settlement made them extremely wary. They kept their muskets trained on the two and continued to question them, until Louis Cesare stepped out of the cabin. “Papa!” exclaimed Rhea, trying to add a little bit of credence to the story. But Louis Cesare didn’t really need her help to convince the soldiers. In his perfect French, he validated Rhea’s story, and asked the soldiers what was going on, and if they could provide protection on the way to the boat. The soldiers believed him and told him that they were attacking this English settlement. They knew the battle plan, so three of the French soldiers and a half dozen of the Natives were able to accompany Rhea, Rico, and Louis Cesare to their alleged boat, away from the fighting. With half of the soldiers gone, they hoped that the rest of the team would fare a little better. Meanwhile inside the cabin, the others were discussing what to do next. Pritkin, with the patience of a Black Friday Wal-mart shopper, decided to  open the door and deal with what was left of the soldier’s group. When he did, his eyes met the eyes of the Guild member staring back at him.

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Cassie Con Chanceverse RPG

At Cassie Con this past weekend the group participated in a Role-Playing Game at characters from the Karen Chance Cassie Palmer and Dorina Basarab book series’. I will be writing the events of the RPG as a short story.

Introduction

“Books,” thought Cassie. “I hate books, especially old ones.”

She slowly and carefully turned the next page. “What are these written on, actual papyrus? Man these things smell worse than Gertie’s perfume!” she said aloud to no one in particular. Although that didn’t necessarily mean that no one heard. “You kno’, th’ Co’sul was qui’ gen’roush lendin’ ’em t’ you,” replied Fred, chewing on a cheeseburger from the other side of the bathroom door.

“She didn’t lend them to me,” corrected Cassie indignantly,”she left them here when she moved out. Along with this bathtub.” This was quite possibly the most extravagant bathtub that Cassie had ever sat in. Rather than being stagnant, the water flowed through it like the Nile River. It was even decorated with authentic lotus and papyrus plants on either side. Plus it was spacious enough that Cassie could lay sideways in it without touching the sides, yet there were small, rotating seats with air jets in them so that she could sit upright. And, oh, the water temperature... Fred swallowed his bite,”Speaking of which, would you mind keeping the book a little bit farther away from the water? I doubt even Rico is fast enough to catch it should you happen to drop it.” “It’s got its own floatie,” Cassie responded,”it’s not going anywhere.” Apparently, she wasn’t getting anywhere, either. She was researching the ingredients to make Tears of Apollo, a potion that enhanced her connection to the Pythian Power. She closed the book and her eyes, and she tried to focus on relaxing, which was easier to do with the warm water flowing over her body.

“Girls burning, men and women in old English garb hanging from nooses, a small, old courtroom...” Cassie sat upright, her eyes wide open. She knew the power was calling her, because of course it was calling to her when she was naked doing her favorite thing. Well, second favorite thing, but he was downstairs. She knew what she had to do, and she knew where she had to go. She had learned some American history while she was a little girl living at Tony’s. She whispered only a single word, because everyone knew its connotation. ”Salem.” “Time to gather the troops,” she thought, as she stepped out of the bathtub, being careful not to drip on the books as they floated downstream. She then got dressed and found Rhea and Rico. “C’mon lovebirds, we’ve got work to do,” as a look of shock came over Rhea’s face. Rico just smiled. They headed downstairs to see if Cassie’s favorite war mage was busy making the mops and buckets clean the room themselves. She got a bit more than she bargained for, as apparently there was a meeting of the minds happening. Pritkin was there, and he was talking to Caleb. Then Cassie heard a loud commotion going on, but she didn’t understand a single word of it, as Louis Cesar and Francois were having a heated discussion about proper fashion, judging by their arm movements. “Sorry to interrupt everyone, but the Palmer Mass Transit System will be leaving the station soon, so all passengers must now show their tickets and prepare to board.” Pritkin gave Cassie “The Look,” and asked,”What’s going on?” She looked back at him with a wink and a smile and replied,”You’ll see.” And then she shifted.

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I was still awake for this part!

Cassie Con RPG, Post 2

“Wow! Remind me never to do that again,” exclaimed Cassie. Cassie can use the Pythian power to travel back in time and to bring others with her. This time, though, she managed to shift herself and 6 others back 300 years into the past.

“I do hope you can do that at least 1 more time,” replied Louis Cesare. “We would all like to make it back.”

“Where are we?” inquired Rico. He could see that they were in a log cabin with no windows and only 1 door. This was his first time in a log cabin, and he took a moment to look around. The fireplace was warm and smoldering, meaning the fire had recently been extinguished.  He could tell it was nighttime by the coolness in the air and the ubiquitous sound of crickets chirping. With his vampire-enhanced hearing, though, that wasn’t all that he heard.

“More importantly, when are we?” corrected Pritkin. The sound of gunfire was unmistakable, although by the echos, it sounded like flintlock muskets and  pistols.

Cassie sat on the ground and tried to gather some of her strength back. “We’re in Fallmouth, Maine, September 21st, 1688,” she said to the group. She dug out her pendant, and said to its inhabitant,”Billy Joe, I need you to do some scouting for us. Find out what’s going on outside.”

Billy Joe was Cassie’s ghost spirit that had attached himself to a pendant that she bought a long time ago. He floated out, took one look at Cassie, and said,”You need to do some scouting of your own. Find some food. That jump almost tapped you out.”

As Billy Joe left the house, Cassie and the gang searched the house. they found a little bit of food stored in a large chest. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing for Cassie. They also managed to find some clothes, so they all got dressed up in whatever clothes they could find that would fit them.

Caleb lifted up a shirt meant for a normal-sized human being and remarked,”I don’t suppose these come in a 2X, do they?”

“Oh, geev me zat!” responded Francois, and with a wave of her wand, Caleb’s new duds expanded to fit his larger-than-average frame.

Billy Joe returned with an update. “There is a battle going on outside. We’re in the middle of an encampment, roughly 80 houses or so. There are a lot of new ghosts that don’t know what they’re doing yet, and I couldn’t understand half of them.”

Pritkin said,”Well,we can’t stay here forever. Sooner or later we’re going to have to leave this cabin.”

A small voice from the corner of the house responded.”I’ll go,” offered Rhea. All heads turned in her direction, not expecting to hear her volunteer so readily.

“Then I’ll go, too,” replied Rico. He wasn’t about to let Rhea go out there alone.

Not willing to argue, Pritkin said,“Okay. You two go and report back to us what you find out.”

So Rico and Rhea cautiously opened the door and stepped out of the cabin. As soon as they did, they heard,”Qui etes-vous? Qu’est-ce que vous-faites?”