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[the-haunted-office]

(A starter for @alabonshay!)

Dorian hadn't meant to make its newest little inhabitant feel trapped when it started closing all the doors in the hallway. It had only meant to herd her away from the rooms it knew were already occupied, thus sparing her from walking in on their occupants and causing a fuss.

Well, it seems a fuss was bound to be caused anyway, because now she's raising her voice and demanding to be let out.

Oh dear. Dorian has to fix this!

"Wait wait wait, hold on there, just a moment, I'm- I'm not- This isn't what it looks like, now!" its panicked voice cries, with no visible source of where it is coming from. If anything, the voice seems to be coming from the air itself. "I'm not holding you captive, ma'am! I'm just- I'm not- There are people in those rooms, right, and quite a few of them are sleeping. And I'm afraid if you were to go right into them, especially shouting like that, you'll wake them, and I really don't want that happening, so if you could just- If you'll just-"

A door opens at the end of the hallway waggling back and forth on its hinges in the hopes of getting the dendie's attention.

"Here! Down here! This door, right here, please! Come on down here, and you'll see that you aren't trapped, now. I wouldn't recommend leaving me, but at least you'll see that you aren't being held captive, and- Oh, bother, that didn't come out right, did it? But- Aw, just, please come this way, miss?"

[chaosfindsaway]

@homelander-rp-blog iked for a starter from Trevor! [Jurassic World verse]

Trevor emerged from the shadows, his men forming a circle around the stranger they'd caught snooping around the camp. They had their weapons pointed, but wouldn't shoot unless Trevor gave the signal.

"Well, I can't say I've seen you around these parts," he spoke through a light smirk, hand resting on his own firearm latched to his side - it was instinct, at this point. Too many other dinosaur poachers out there wanted Trevor dead. All the more reason for him to believe he was at the top of the food chain.

Now only a few feet from the stranger, Trevor stopped to look him up and down before finally speaking again. "What brings you to my camp? Let's hope you weren't trying to steal anything. I'd hate to feed such a pretty face to Moonshine - though, she is pretty fucking hungry."

[star-gazcr]

@crystalmarred » plotted starter

Learning magic came with its own set of problems that one had to master – not surprising, of course, but it was simply that Orion had not anticipated it.

He was in Gridania when he discovered this problem, practicing with his Carbuncle in the Shroud. It was a simple problem with a simple solution, when it came down to it; he was running out of mana frequently and having to resort to getting out his trusty lance to finish off the monster he was fighting. The solution, of course, was that he needed a supply of ethers to keep him going.

Being in Gridania, he didn't really care to travel all the way to Ul'dah to visit the alchemists' guild. But a quick scouring of the Shaded Bower turned up nothing but a point of advice. Apparently, there was an alchemist of some skill studying at the conjurers' guild, a miqo'te by the name of X'kijin.

And so, Orion headed for the conjurers' guild. He was subsequently directed to a corner of the structure, where he found a handsome miqo'te doing, well, something, with some bottles. Orion had to admit he was less than knowledgeable when it came to alchemy, and he had truly no idea what was going on.

“Well met,” he said to the miqo'te. “I'm looking for a man named X'kijin. Might that be you?”

[phantomyre]

Where the Vermilion Lotus Grows

Tifa Lockhart + Vincent Valentine [AU Roleplay Starter]

RP partner: @badassbarmaid Three years had passed since that fateful day. The entire world had experienced what felt like the beginning of the end. Their dear friend had been brutally murdered, but her spirit felt ever present to comfort them. Meteor had threatened the planet's already diminishing life, yet the planet fought back with the aid of their protector, Aerith. Things were never going to be the same. Everyone knew this. But just like the planet, life went on. So long as the planet still lived, so did the people. A new era. A new beginning... Everyone had to learn to pull their own weight, and there was no shortage of work. Even the children toiled as hard as the adults. But none complained. There were worse things to dread than the filth of the slums or the lack of supplies that had to be scavenged. While the city began to mend itself, however, there was the issue of fresh-produce. The planet had already been nearing its wits end, and with the destruction caused by Meteor, the planet had expended much of its energy to survive. Even though the planet could now rejuvenate and heal, it would be a long while before one could find a blade of grass, much less fresh vegetables or a flower for that matter. Such things were becoming a commodity. Strife Delivery-- a name dubbed by the skilled bartender of Midgar. Ever resourceful and a businesswoman at heart, Tifa had opened a new bar along with a delivery business in the hopes of giving Cloud purpose. The business had started off slow, but it was expected for a town that was struggling to get back on its feet. Cloud began to become quite busy, rarely staying home for more than a few days. Denzel and Marlene were fantastic helpers, but there was only so much they could do. With the stress of the business, trying to care for the children, worrying over Cloud, and still recovering from all that had happened in the past few weeks, it had all begun to weigh the young bartender down. She was a strong woman in many ways. But she wasn't made of steel. Some days were harder than others. It was on such a day that an old friend walked into the bar. Perhaps he had sensed his friend's plight. Or he needed something. He wasn't the type to just come over to visit and make small talk. Vincent was a man of few words, though plentiful in action when there was a need. The soft clinking of metal buckles and armor could be heard, footsteps crossing the threshold of the humble Seventh Heaven bar.

"Heard you could use a hand or two," the stoic gunslinger explained himself as he stood in the center of the new bar. It was rather quaint, but it had the thoughtful touch, unique to Tifa. Vincent had never seen their first bar before the plate collapsed. This was his first time in Seventh Heaven. Vincent briefly took in the scenery. But it wasn't necessarily the aesthetics that he was looking at. "...Seems a bit empty," Vincent mused metaphorically. The room was a reflection of Tifa's heart; something Vincent could sense all too keenly.

[the-heroines-of-thedas]

Starter for @valorcorrupt

Blood magic. Evaline still couldn’t believe that Jowan had used blood magic to escape the Circle. They had been friends for as long as she could remember, and she was struggling to come to terms with the fact that he had betrayed her. Just as hard to stomach, was the fact that she had put so much faith in him, that she never questioned him once when he asked her to help him and Lily to run away together. She had so naively put her life on the line for friendship and love.

As she packed what few things she could carry with her to Ostagar, she fought to keep her tears at bay. She was never the sort to break the rules. In fact, she had been a model student at Kinloch Hold since day one. It didn’t suit her to rock the boat, but the one time she did… She knew better than to do what she had done.

Making her way back down through the tower to meet Duncan and the other Grey Warden recruit that had accompanied him, she could hardly stand the eyes on her. She could imagine the whispers that traveled throughout the hold, spreading the news like wildfire. News of any sort always did in the Circle.

When she reached the large double doors that led to the outside world, she drew in a deep breath and put on her bravest face. She’d already had a good cry, and sulking wouldn’t do her any good. From now on, she was going to continue putting her best foot forward, and maybe someday she’d pay for the mistake she made.

As Duncun made parting conversation with Knight Commander Greagoir and First Enchanter Irving, Evaline stood adjacent to the young woman that would be departing with them. Nervously chewing the inside of her cheek, she glanced her way and offered a timid smile.

“Remind me your name?” she finally spoke up after a moment. “Duncan introduced you earlier, but I’m having trouble recalling. Today has been… It’s been overwhelming.”

[hollustu]

˚‧⁺  ･˖·✦   ───  𝐀  𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐍𝐎𝐃  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒.   Eyes  watching  his  features  while  attempting  to  find  the  𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓  𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈  ,  if  there  is  one.       So  many  times  with  them  there  seems  to  be  if  you  look  hard  enough.   At  least  ,  that's  how  it  has  been  in  her  experience.   Not  many  can  say  they've  met  𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐏𝐋𝐄  incarnations  of  someone  you  had  always  felt  a  𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓  𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔  to  than  anyone  else.   But  Sigyn  is  anything  but  like  the  masses.   She's  always  been  𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍.

𝐋𝐎𝐊𝐈:  @kingoftheravens. “  believe  it  or  not,  it’s  hard  to  find  someone  with  shared  life  experience. “

❝  It  can  be  ,  unless  you  know  where  to  look  for  it.  ❞   The  Goddess  looked  back  at  the  𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.   Noting  how  this  one  seems  to  also  wish  to  simply  feel  like  he  was  𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒓.   She  knew  that  feeling  well.   Her  whole  life  she  had  never  felt  like  𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆  𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆.   Someone  who  walked  in  relatively  𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐑  shoes.   Perhaps  not  the  same  path  ,  perhaps  not  seen  the  𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆  𝒘𝒂𝒚  ,  but  it's  somehow  always  felt  easy  to  identify  with  the  trickster.   ❝  I've  always  found  that  similarity  isn't  always  how  we  might  expect  to  find  it.  ❞   Lips  curled  into  an  amuse  smile  ,  before  gesturing  to  the  𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓  𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.   ❝  You  seem  to  have  found  a  way  to  broaden  your  chances  of  success  in  your  search.  ❞

[wastheheart]

Talking About What Happened

@devilsanddarlings (emmett) asked: "So... is someone going to fill me in?" (hello & thank you!)

Ah, yes. It had all happened so quickly, Esme had forgotten Emmett wasn't here when the house's newest occupants had turned up. They aren't around now, but their scents lingered. Without context, Esme knows how easily Emmett could potentially misconstrue unknown scents as a threat.

Esme offers a quick smile, words struggling to come as she attempts to wrap her head around it herself.

"Well, I believe we may have acquired two more coven members," Esme begins, the girl she had just met seemingly knowing them all personally already. She can't quite decide if it's comforting or unnerving. "A woman named Alice and her mate, Jasper."

If anything, Esme's simply glad she's remembered their names. Alice was like an unseasonal hurricane and, despite vampiric abilities, Esme found it difficult to keep up. Not that her mate helped matters; he simply stood there looking stoic.

"The woman is a psychic and her mate is an empath... apparently they adopted our diet so to be prepared for when they finally found us." Esme almost wants to laugh. Saying these things out loud sounds dramatic. "... To be honest, I think it'd be easier to just ask them... but the man, Jasper... he is finding this lifestyle particularly challenging."

[uselessdevice]

@hvbris // & MINA

So far, everything was going smoothly. But the real work hadn't started yet. Getting into the park was simple enough- any paying customer was welcome, and with a little family discount, it was easy as pie. Rufus had passed through the security and ticket check systems just like everybody else, no suspicion, no scrutiny. His anonymous client had expected as much.

There were only two things to concern himself about now he was in the park.

One was his meeting with someone on the inside, an IT tech who was willing to assist with the investigation.

Second was the humidity. Used to particularly dry summers in Texas, Rufus had taken shelter at the first aid centre, allowing him to check in with his sister as she'd requested. Leah had no idea that his visit came with an ulterior motive, and that was for the best. They'd caught up briefly, arranging to meet later for dinner, and then he'd reluctantly left behind the comfort of air conditioning so she could get back to her patients.

Rufus moved with the throng of chatty visitors, many of them wearing bright ponchos emblazoned with the Jurassic World logo. An easy $10 right off the bat. He'd chosen to abstain, figuring that any danger of being in the splash zone of this attraction was worth it for a cool off. Scanning the crowd, he saw another bright flash that made his contact stand out. Vibrantly dyed hair which he made a beeline for. He'd been given a picture of the woman, and as he got closer he was satisfied that he was right on target.

"Miss Miller?" He asked, seeing that she'd saved him a seat as planned.

With an excitable crowd around them, nobody would hear a damn thing they said. Especially when the Mosasaurus made it's dramatic entrance.

[cursedvessels]

@blackbirdflat liked for a starter !!

Eoghan's eyes widen as they meet the stranger's, his whole body frozen in place. Ah...He thought he was alone before he'd changed back to this form. He wasn't exactly supposed to be here and people didn't often take the whole ferret becomes human thing very well.

"Ahhh..." Eyes flicker to the door behind the stranger, as if worried they might try to bolt. "Whatever you think you just saw was...an illusion..?" A pathetic excuse he can't even deliver convincingly...

[burakkumajishan]

@my-ohh-mai

The odd space around him morphed into something, a scenery he hadn't quite seen before. In this unclear world, he could only discern the proper presence of one other than him. That is to say. 'Proper presence' was only in the energy they radiated; the rest, were probably phantoms at best. Naturally, the blond at the end of this space, the one he suspected of, could have been a foil as well. Though he wouldn't be as masterful a Magician if he didn't know enough to trust his skill.

Floating, the Spirit approached. He had not a name, nor a proper way to strike up his situation. First, ascertaining his theory was in need. "You there," He started, once in proximate vicinity; his tone of voice calm, yet clear and decisive. A tad commanding, even, as he demanded her attention. "What is this place?"

If he had a guess - this was a dream. Either a dream, or an illusionary dimension.

[aamaranthiine]

( @draconxs liked for a starter~ )

Trumpets bray and drums beat, a rising exaltation through the dense woodland that startles birds and sends beasts scurrying to their dens. Banners and bells held by men astride horses, the steel-bright flash of swords catching dappling sun through the trees. Dogs scatter and add to the cacophony of noise, howls caught by the wind to fill the air with frenzied energy. The Hunt had been called for again - a fifth time now - its magnificence and flamboyance all for the glory of their prize.

Four times hence the men had been sent out into the wilds of Wano Country in search of a living fable. Only twice had they glimpsed the white flanks of their quarry yet it drove them into a fervor. The promise of fame, of power and recognition - the legends of wishes granted and lives long lived spurred them on even through the failures. (There is too, underneath, the threat of retribution for another defeat.) They gathered such splendor, as tales bespoke only the most opulent displays could lure their prey close enough to be caught.

Amalthea thought it all quite ostentatious, truthfully. Perhaps that is the appeal of it? A Hunt so grandiose and sublime that she could not resist but watch its procession wreathed in shade and elusive magic. She had dared to be spotted enough to keep them slavering for another glimpse of her. Unicorns, after all, were said to steal some part of man that had always been missing. Make that empty, hollow sliver of them ache and throb with desperate want.

She could never say if it is true or not but she does have a reason for inciting such frenzy. It was all to draw out the esteemed King of Beasts himself. The unicorn could never truly be caught by the lavish Hunt but she knew, if she evaded them long enough, her opportunity would show itself. So she watched from afar as the cavalry with their banners and instruments, and the dogs fled from the mere whisper of her presence, waiting to see if this might be the day.

[fereldensheroesa]

@recitedemise liked for a Durge!

The group was an odd one, so far, but it wasn't as if she could claim to be any better. Nimue had asked each of the others as she met them if they'd begun to suffer any... memory loss... since the tadpole. Not a single soul, apart from Shadowheart who had chosen to forget. Still, she was curious. She wouldn't mention the thoughts, not yet. Gods, she wouldn't mention those. But she did have questions. And so the elf had plopped herself outside of Gale's tent. He was far more approachable that Lae'zel and seemed knowledgeable.

"Do the tadpoles cause nausea and headaches?" The words were probably not the best to start with, but they tumbled from her. She didn't know how to backtrack, so she progressed. "It would make sense, right? It's something in your brain."

[councillor-roland]

Ah, heat week. Roland quite enjoyed the occurrence twice a year at Krovs undoubtedly because he didn't have to go through it himself. His libido was high enough as it was, he didn't need it amped up anymore. There was a certain frenzy in the air during the week and people got up to even more debauchery than usual. That suited Roland just fine. Things with Rhys were still moving at a rather glacial pace but even if they'd returned to how things had been during the summer Roland would still have been taking advantage of the week. The slaves, especially, were in quite a state and the Undercroft wreaked of sex and pheromones. There wasn't much messing around or pretending at resistance when a slave was in heat, they just needed and wanted so desperately and Roland was happy to oblige.

He found himself looking for a likely candidate and his gaze fell on...what was his name, Roman? That was it, the one Rhys had begged him not to condemn since he'd been wrong about him during that trial. The vote still hadn't gone the right way but Roland had tried, not that the slave knew anything about that. Still, Roland could tell the familiar was in heat and strode over to him. "Hello. You look like you could use some relief. Perhaps I could be of assistance?" His eyebrows arched and his eyes glittered. It was a slight tease because they both knew Roland definitely could be of assistance but the vampire couldn't seem to help poking the wound just a little.

@familiarxroman

[talesofourworlds]

@blackstardiopside liked for an Aegis birthday starter!

"Excuse me."

"I'm sorry, I know this is out of the blue. I was hoping perhaps you'd be able to assist me with locating a bakery since I'm not familiar with this part of town," Aegis said. He hadn't been living in that part of town for very long, so naturally he was unfamiliar with where to go. Google Maps hadn't been all that helpful, either. So turning to a stranger was his best bet.

Of course, Aegis was aware that a stranger might be a little more sympathetic if they understood his reasoning. It might have sounded pathetic, but he needed to explain. He owed her that much, didn't he?

"It's my birthday, so... since I'm afraid my baking expertise is nonexistent, this is the next best thing. Can you help, ma'am?"

[schattenmagier]

[ Locked in a Room // Accpeting! ]

@fishermcn asked:

[PACING]: Back and forth, back and forth, the ragged crow of a man paces back and forth. Between his restless hands sit the innards and casing of a soon-to-be bomb, clanking and clonking against one another as Soot fiddles with the thing distractedly. Every so often his pacing takes him back over to the table they've used to plan this little co-operative venture, flinty eyes glancing over the marks they've made for patrols and the best places to slip past them... before trotting off to continue wearing a hole in the floor. It's about another minute before Soot finally gives up the ghost with a raspy sigh and a glance spared towards Lilli. "Sure we can't blow'm to bits? Assassinatin' him, burnin' the place down, same difference ain't it?"

The thief watches Samuel like a hawk as he so restless paced around the room. Again and again. It was so different from her more calm behavior. And it somehow annoyed her in a way. Why did she needed to work with him anway? Could they have not hired only her to kill that target? Apparently not. Or their client simply didn't trusted that one person was capable enough for this job. Who knows. But one thing was clear, she did had to deal with having a 'partner' for this job. Now the woman just hoped he was as good as she was told.

Lilli then let's out a low sigh when the man spoke again. Either he wanted to get over this job as soon as possible, or he simply wanted to blow something up. And while that sure would be an easy way to kill their target AND everyone else who was around, it wasn't exactly the most subtile way. And not what their client wanted...

" I am very sure we can't do that... Our client said we should just kill one guy... "

A moment passes, and she looks at the map with the markings again. Perhaps using his experience with bombs could still be useful. So, why not including it? It might be not her style, but perhaps it will satisfy him.

" While I prefer my way for an assassination, you can blow something up as a distraction I suppose... Would that be satisfying for you? "

Lilli proposed to Sam, while glancing at the man with her usual blank expression... Or perhaps there was a hint of annoyance to find in the way she looked at him.

" If you blow the whole place up, we surely would attract to much unneeded attention... "

[infiniitefrequency]

@redheadarcher liked for a Spider-Girl starter:

She’s not impulsive. May is definitely not impulsive, or irrational. She doesn’t act before thinking. She is very calculated, slow, methodical. Not at all like her father.

She doesn’t see a crackling purple and green energy source open in the middle of downtown, and jump into action, no of course not. She waits for the Fantastic Five to get involved, the Sorcerer Supreme, the Avengers.

You’d think a spacial rip in the fabric of the multiverse would be more, cozy. But it’s all lightning, gas, and a huge void of screams. Her screams, others, or maybe just hers echoed over time and infinity, looped.

Light at the end of the tunnel would be nice, so she webbed for the first fissure in the conduit she could. Web shot out first, before pulling the red and blue clad spider out of the aperture on the other side, closing behind her.

Wherever this other side was.

“Ow.”

Whatever she landed on at what was definitely over 50 miles per hour, hurt.