#little-earthquake-RP

[sincerexsiren]

@little-earthquakes-rp continued from X Alexander could tell he roused her from sleep and felt only slightly guilty. The dim glow of the lamp illuminated her soft features in the night. Trinity looked like moonlight across a midnight sky. The smile left his face when he leaned in to admit,“ Perhaps I’ve fallen under a spell.”

She wrinkled her nose, pressing herself up on her elbows. "Dont even joke about that." She laughed, keeping it quiet though so no one could hear through the thick stone walls. "They'll come in here and try and rescue their noble knight. And neither of us want that." SHe reminded him.

[sharpenurdamnknife]

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[sharpenurdamnknife]

Don't you think Lou should be with his own kind?

"I am Lous kind. I may not be a werewolf, but we grew up together. We went to the same schools, grew up in the same tiny town." The words were stubborn and honestly offended at the alligation!

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[adsagsona]

Ross was starting to regret that he had told Etta a few weeks ago that he hadn't celebrated Halloween. It wasn't a real Cornish thing and even though in Ireland it was celebrated more, Ross wasn't a big fan. In the US it was something so common that he at first didn't understand that it was a serious holiday.

And now he should go trick or treating and he had no idea what he was doing. "Etta, are you sure this is a good idea? I'm not... I don't like dressing up as it is." Although being someone else for a few hours did sound appealing.

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[morgansmornings]

Closed Thread with @little-earthquakes-rp. Continued from this. ~~~*~~~

“What is with the tone?” Jayden asked, stopping short of the headless body. One hand curled into a fist around her whip and propped on the top curve of her hip. The other splayed wide, waving at him in an up and down gesture. “You did tell me to stay in the car, but never told me for how long.”

It was unavoidable. When they had met it was a charged tension. Not negative, but off the bat she knew several things about Boden. One, that he was a Hunter. The kind that she learned to fear showing up at her door in the dead of daylight to take her away and either imprison her or kill her. Two, that despite being a towering imposing figure, he was a lot softer that most would give him credit for. Three, that he was fairly good as backup on her own personal hunts involving the supernatural realm.

Fourth, ah yes the fourth thing she knew and came to understand in the five years that they had known each other. The fourth thing was that she couldn’t help nor stop herself from teasing him. It was too easy with all the times that he opened the door to the jokes and invited them in

“I’m not a fan of rules, Boden. In fact, I take pride in breaking them. That’s why you put up with me.” When he grabbed her free hand and started dragging her along, she stumbled a moment. Often forgetting that he was a lot stronger than he looked. She figured that he caved and knew that she was just going to follow him with or without his permission. She smirked into his back, always the protector. Though he had a good point. “I told you that if you had given me another day we could have had the floor plans-”

She sensed the demons as soon as the door was cracked open, taking a lower stand she pivoted around his frame, unleashing the whip with the added momentum, taking one demon by the neck. Instantly the skin began burning from the Holy enchantment engraved into the links of the thong. Pulling the neck snapped, dropping one demon. Pushing off Boden’s chest she tackled the other demon and drove a blessed dagger into the thing's chest. She shook her head to clear the slight dizziness from her nerves. Looking back at him over her shoulder with a slight smirk.

“You know, one of these days, you are gonna admit that having me with you is going to raise our chances of survival by a significant amount.”

[brooklynislandgirl]

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"Never when it count," she murmurs, regarding his tendency to be 'off with the fairies' as she heard it put once. Skye has never once failed to listen to someone in need whether they knew it or not, and that's one of the things that makes him the brilliant professional that he is, the friend carved from the bedrock of the soul. His laugh warms her through and through and pleases her for no real reason except that it is a living thing.

The perfect date sounds wonderful. Perfect. Not that he was thinking about it with her in mind but the quieter the space, the more intimate, the better chance she has of participating in conversation and not having to struggle with words or having someone repeat themselves a hundred times over. And just as suddenly as being touched by his description, she wonders what her aura would look like through his eyes. She has the good graces not to ask. "See, I like dis whole vibe you describin' 'cept f' da part about midnight, but I could make an exception for da right person." She doesn't realise that she's leaned in a little and meets his gaze straight on, a little dreaminess in the depths of the mottled green. Then those eyes narrow and there's a particular tilt of her chin giving a newborn vivacity to the mischievous light that glows in her features. "Kinda 'shrooms we talkin' bout, exactly? Ones saute in garlic, butter, an' wine...or da kine dat you know...bring you closer f' da gods?"

[bewitchingbaker]

Which one is better Evil dead or Evil Dead II?

The baker sits across from a familiar figure. A short bespectacled black guy sporting a hoodie and camo cargos takes a sip from his coffee cup. His head resting on his palm as he catches up with the baker. They both turn to mun and then too each other, both pondering over the question.

"You want to answer first?" Chris asks the mun. "I'm still debating..."

The mun offered him a shrug and nod.

"For me? I personally like Evil Dead 2 more. It has that Sam Raimi balance of things being scary but silly. Plus, it's cool seeing Bruce Campbell put on a one man show for half the movie! So I think 2 is better."

Chris nods in some agreement.

"I'll back that You raise good points. I personally prefer the first one since it feels like a straight up horror movie instead of a horror comedy. I appreciate it more since it's the blue print for all his horror movies."

The duo nods in agreement before toasting their coffee cups.

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Darkness.

The kind you could cut with a knife. The kind that if you did he'd feel it instantly. And you wouldn't know what hit you even when you woke up in your chosen afterlife. But its only would because he's not after the living tonight is he? Not in the mortal sense at least. And a little more liquor is cast onto the coals. Where it sizzles and a flame here and there flares up.

D'feck be d'is gobshoi'te?

He's said the proper rites, he'd baited his trap accordingly. And still there is silence that stretches on endlessly. The warmth of the Arizona desert bleeds from the ground at his feet. Attempts to become a mist but reaches nothing more than a ghosting idea of it. Its not cold enough. The fecking shite isn't biting.

A growl that echoes through the nothingness of empty wilderness. He doesn't like being toyed with. And to be honest he's had enough of these fallen angel brats. Dealt with three of them just last week. Granted that had been in a different part of the world entire and those demons had actually been quite civil. Admitted they were just lost, and were attempting to find their exit number. One that they'd some how missed three hundered miles back. That had been a long drive. But at least they had returned to their own plane with zero violence required. Definitely a live and let live day there.

The exact opposite of tonight. Because this particular 'daddy doesn't love me anymore' has an attitude, and judging by an immortal's other senses as well as his common one? This demon is younger then the others he had the pleasure of last week. This demon thinks it has something to prove but unfortunately for it Luka actually does. Have something to prove that is. And what that is? Is that he can still bag a demon and drop kick it back to hell with time to spare for a proper meal and a pint or three.

[kit-just-kit]

Kit you seem as if you're setting down roots with the LBPD, not that Alex minds in the least. Is there a reason you're not heading home?

Asks

"There's an ongoing case - a couple of very dangerous predators still at large. It would be remiss of me to leave now and not continue to provide whatever assistance I can to the investigation, wouldn't it? I really don't think that constitutes setting down roots though. It's not like I've bought property or anything. I'm still staying at a god-awful hotel, still driving a crappy hire car, still practically living out of suitcase....... eating most of my meals alone.......".

Despite the despndency of her reply, there was one bright spot to life in Long Beach other than the near-constant sunshine. A man, no less. A man who made her smile, even when he wasn't around. Just the mention of his name did it, like it had when the no-face had said it, causing Kit to look down to disguise the fact that her lips were now curling up at the edges, ever so slightly.

[morgansmornings]

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Why does this feel like a continued argument between Boden and Jay? But in a friendly way.

Tol v. Smol

Insp. 

[sincerexsiren]

☀ from your knight in shining armor, Alex.

send me ☀ if your muse finds mine attractive

"Take the armor off first my love."

[sharpenurdamnknife]

My muse is asleep

what does your muse do? (meme)

They'd been reviewing the final menu when Lou had to step out due to some wolfie ruckus below at the bar. He didn't think he was gone that long, but much to his surprise he found her completely passed out on his couch. Walking over he did his best to carefully remove the bullet notebook from her clutched hands, and sat it on the table. He left briefly, pulled a blanket from the spare room, and loosely draped it over her to keep warm. He stopped to drag the pad of his finger across her forehead, forcing a wayward tendril behind an ear. Looking down at his Pip, he sighed as old feelings seemed to be returning. She was just so damn beautiful. Lou all but threw himself into the loveseat a few feet away. Worried that she might be startled upon waking he wanted to be near in case. A short time later the wolf dozed off finding comfort with Piper so close.

Piper wasn't like this normally. She hadn't expected to fall asleep here. She had even told herself that she would head out if he wasn't back in an hour. But then she had snooped, looking through his home just a tiny bit more then she probably should have. She had ben sure she would find some of his wife or girlfriends things but oddly enough hadn't found anything.

She had however found an old photo album from their teenage years, smiling as she opened it and found a few pictures of them from way back when.

That album lay in front of her now on the table then had been working on and the one that now sat in front of where she was snoring softly in the position in the chair. Maybe she was more tired then she thought...this whole work and mother thing was more then she had expected. She shifted, the snore becoming something of contentment as he rubbed his finger over her hair forehead and then wrapped her up in the blanket. She nuzzled her face into the smell of him, a little smile coming to her lips.

She stayed asleep a bit longer, comfortable finally and clearly overly exhausted before she stirred, confused as she woke in the unformillair room before she realized the time. "Shit!" She jolted up to sitting.

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Any sort of ease and attempt to fall asleep ended the moment the howling cut through the darkened night air. A pack of vocal wolves, judging by the sound not too far off. A cold dampness had settled in the last couple of hours which had been keeping her awake. Tonight they were sleeping underneath the stars as they traveled through the countryside. Sasha had been with the group only a few days, and despite being treated like any other member she waited for the other shoe to drop.

Again the wolves cried out in unison, and Sasha quickly sat up and looked around wide-eyed only to find Sihtric watching. His face was illuminated by the fire and when he requested to come sit Sasha didn't think twice before she rose to join him by the fire. The warmth chased away the dampness in her bones and she sat quietly with the warrior who saved her from a nightmare. A few minutes passed before she asked, "Are you keeping the fire or can you not sleep as well?" She spoke ever so softly as to not wake the others.

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Sihtric had been looking out for Sasha ever since they had rescued her from the Welsh 'king'. While most of the men respected women, there were always those who thought there was an easy prey when a woman was alone. Sihtric made sure they fell in line, with Uhtred's approval. They were a lot of things, but they did not hurt women or children unless there was no other way.

Travelling through the woods had come out of necessity since they needed to stay out of sight. They never used the main Roman road, not wanting to be set upon by bigger bands. Sihtric smiled at Sasha when she came to sit by him. "A bit of both. Told Finan that he could go get some sleep. I've slept in the woods for years, never could get much used to it." He shrugged, something he would never admit to anyone else. "We didn't get a chance to speak much. No one bothered you, did they?"

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[morgansmornings]

What's the most difficult aspect of Jayden to accept about herself?

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Despite what she says, Jayden refuses to acknowledge that she could be considered a Perfectionist, Self-Critical, and having an Intimidating Presence.

It is not hard to see why, as she is a near replica of her father.

Always striving to be ahead of the game. To be the one to have the last word in a fight. To be able to out-think her opponent. The near obsessive need to have everything be above a high standard. Her expectations of herself that border on being impossible to achieve. Always pushing further and further to be perfect at the cost of her own sanity while she borders on the overly harmful self-critical and obsessing over her lack of being so.

Like Harvey, she is strategic and methodical when it comes to being a Lawyer. She does so by destroying what her opposition wants and taking it for herself, then lording it over them for a short time. Most of the time she will let go of things to lower the guard of others, only to strike them back when she deems the time is right.

Jayden, like her father, is a very driven and focused individual. She will lean towards facts and proof often at the expense of overlooking and sometimes unintentionally hurting other people emotionally. Likewise she has a strong personality that often drives people away from her and thus the cycle begins.

Having high expectations, having people less inclined to engage, taking that as there is a flaw and something that she needs to fix, raising her expectations of herself even more.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

And this brings up a dilemma as both Harvey and Jayden have the same personality type. Many often wonder why they don’t get along. Her answer would be that he is a selfish dick and tries to control every aspect of her life. His answer is that there is very little that would be good enough in his way of thinking for her as he wants for her what he wants for himself.; Only the Best of the Best.

[brooklynislandgirl]

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"...S'not like I've had so many volunteers beatin' down my door tryin' to help me." His tone is met with a small spark of fire in her own. The stubborn set of her jaw. But she can't let enough alone. "My hanai-sister has her own troubles back in New York. And you've been..." She could have reached out. She could have called. Found him and turned up on his doorstep. And yet the guilt eats her alive. It's her fault that his kind turned on him, even if they have no idea what her purposes are, what she does for so many. She isn't any more a monster than they are. "Why were you even out there, any way?" She'd been chasing down the creature that had murdered her brother in cold blood, but it always seemed to be either a dozen steps ahead of her, or the rumour led her to some other source of trouble. That plantation house is rife with disquiet spirits, but she was working through them one at a time. She hadn't expected him to find her healing up several bloody gashes in the middle of the night, or bringing her back to town while the sun was rising. They hadn't really said a word on the way back, but now it feels like there's so much that lay between them that should be said. She doesn't exactly know where to start.