#voicesofrapture

[hellfireconcert]

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Eddie had found himself spending more and more evenings by the lake, he had been crashing at Rick's place after visiting him in prison to let him know what the hell had happened and to ask if he could stay at his place, too anxious to spend more than an hour in the trailer if he could help it. Of course Rick didn't believe him about the paranormal elements, but he believed that something had happened and Eddie was on the verge of a full blown mental break down, so if giving him a home would help then he would do that, plus he could see the injuries on his younger friend's face, neck and arms.

It was certainly helping the metalhead be more calm and focus on healing. He was sat by the boathouse with his acoustic guitar, strumming away as he enjoyed the cool evening air and the gentle sounds of the lake. That was of course until there was a sudden sound that destroyed the peaceful calm around him as there was a splash as the water surface was broken from underneath. Eddie found himself freezing, the last string plucked ringing out into the night as he attempted to rationalise it, someone had jumped in, that was what happened, right? They'd somehow jumped into the centre of the lake...above where the gate to the upside down had been...right? He hoped the monster, which was what his trauma was telling him it must be as he couldn't clearly make the man out, didn't hear the guitar or see the little fire he had going beside him.

[strongfuck]

@voicesofrapture sent: "Wow..s-sir.." he murmured, face heating up as a blush slowly paints his cheeks red. (Mason)

"I take it you like what you see," Rhys says, chuckling as he smooths the collar of his dress shirt. Then, with his chin raised, he works on his necktie, his fingers deft as they tie a proper double Windsor.

He's able to catch Mason's gaze in the mirror as he tightens the tie, offering him a smile as he does.

"You did good, finding me this suit on such short notice." It's a classy three-piece suit, made of deep, nighttime blues, a gentle pinstripe pattern, and a bold, red tie. Rhys isn't wearing the jacket yet, but the waistcoat brings out the definition of his chest and the width of his shoulders-- all good things, in his book. "Best PA ever. It's been a promising first week, let me tell you that much."

[federalblu-britishmarksman]

"I was..wonderin' if..ya'd like ta..spend the evenin' ta'gether?.." (Dorian)

Sterling was about to light his cigarette with the snap of his fingers when the question caught his attention. He offered the singer a smile, setting the cancer stick down. "Well it ain't my lucky evening, hmm?"

[unprocione]

❊ I want to roleplay with you

✸ I want to plot with you

✤ I want to ship with you

✥ I have roleplayed with you and it was great

✣ I like the way you express your muse(s)

❋ Your blog is one of my favs

✦ I like seeing you on my dash

by all means come n plot with me!! ♡ it's been a long time since we wrote together, and i'd love to get back to it! :) just mentioning ahead of time, i don't have a bioshock setting for leon available just yet, it's a bit of a difficult setting to fit him into because of bioshock's narrative not really lining up edge to edge with leon's influences and experiences, and with the storybeats that shape his character in his main resident evil setting being so integral to how he looks at everything, transposing that over onto bioshock's plotline & universe is a challenge, (bioshock is very linear where as in leon's other alternate universe settings i can place him at the fringe of things / cherrypick from miscellaneous events to build his place in the narrative, and i'm having a hard time doing that with bioshock) but i'm sure we'd be able to figure something out, in fact i look forward to it! i'm curious about how breccan and mason's characters have evolved, since when we last wrote, they were brand new muses, if my memory serves me right. send me their pinterest boards? here's leon's! it's a bit piecemeal but, i think you'll get a general understanding of his character from it.

[general-kalani]

{ Thanks for the follow @voicesofrapture​! }

“... Hi. Don’t know who you were expecting to see but I bet it wasn’t me. Good to meet you though... Got alcohol for my and my bird?”

Sitting down he immediately started stretching out, the bird hopping to the countertop and screeching, demanding its ‘drink’. “If not, I could leave. No hassle to me.”

[redbritishsniper]

☆*.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.*☆ :  you make me happy

(●♡∀♡):  I love you!!!!!

（*＾3＾）:  you are such a nice person

ヾ(☆▽☆):  I adore how you portray your muse

(Ah shucks darling. Thank you for always staying with me)

[wrench-jackie]

@voicesofrapture​ im still thinking about cake time 🎂

[badassbarmaid]

"Ya new to this place, aren't cha?" (Dorian)

"Yes...you could say that."

@voicesofrapture

[gentlemansalamander]

Like bobbing Bait...

@voicesofrapture​

New Meridian’s summer, ever so warm and blazing like the rest of the month, was cooling to a low heat, wind starting to blow through, giving a moment’s relief. This wind, in particular, seem to be coming from the oceanside of New Meridian. Out of its numerous districts, the local district of Little Innsmouth seem to be getting the best spot of the wind, the tide now in and submerging the below sea level streets, allowing only the walkways scattered around it to be walked on for the Non-Dagonian residents. Ottomo was looking down on the districts on one of its’ numerous balcony, the building being a small warehouse he owned when he had to run one of his numerous in and out of city errands and business transactions. It wasn’t one he often visit, but he was here to stash the loot from a previous smuggling ring that admittedly at the moment went up in smoke. Literally. Provided, that wouldn’t stop him, oh no, he had plans to set up shop again soon. Especially given before his little rings discovery, he was able to make a neat little sum and a sampling of the local fauna and materials. Meanwhile, he figure he have the goons take inventory and get the samples he snatched tested and recoup, making the necessary adjustments to now deal with the next batch of trouble.

Ottomo lights a cigar, handing it to Tom as machine and pilot muse on their next move, wind picking up and carrying that distinct summer breeze....

Despite the calmness of the scene, cigar’s strong scent in the air, it was soon betrayed but a sudden jolt, like a earthquake, that seem to shake all of the coastline, the ocean waves likewise now erratic. Ottomo quickly clings to the railing, as Tom braces for potential impact as the sudden earthquake seem to come out of nowhere.

Then the alarms in Ottomo’s suit goes off, Tom, with a cigar still in mouth, grabs the readings being printed in the pilot’s seat, quickly reading it.... “The fuck?” Tom mutters as he looks at the Machine. Both of them with the look of confusion... as....that....really can’t be right? A energy reading....the size of a decently sized city...near here..?!

Machine and pilot look at the coordinates of said spike before glancing at the ocean ahead....

[bioboys-rpblog]

[Closed starter for @voicesofrapture ]

Deep breaths. Deep breaths...

Ah fuck it..

His mind was absolutely racing as he sat hunched over his desk, pen in hand, though he hadn't written anything in the past...30 minutes? 40? He couldn't tell. Hell, it could have been only a few minutes, but with the massive headache he had it was impossible to tell.

Frank Fontaine. CEO of Fontaine Futuristics, and professional menace to Andrew Ryan himself.

He leaned back in his desk chair and loosened his tie, letting out a drawn out, bored sounding sigh as he looked around his office. There was nothing for him to do just yet, surely Ryan was keeping him away from the Fisheries as much as possible. The man was catching onto his little smuggling operations, so he didn't mind being away for a bit to let the heat on him die down. His men had all been warned to be more cautious anyhow, so all was good for now.

He stood up and tossed the pen onto his desk as he walked past, shoving his hands into his pockets and nudging the doors open with his foot.

"Lemme see....where th' hell did that kid go...OY! MASON!"

[dodomedic]

@voicesofrapture "hallo, welcome!" He flicks some dust off him this isn't even the dustbowl and yet it was so dusty they ought to rename it. "Lovely weather we are having I suppose, could go for more wind."

[strongfuck]

"Your mustache looks good on you, sir. Well maintained." (Mason)

"Considering you're one of the most well put together men I know, Mason, that really eases the heart.

"I hope you aren't just trying to butter your boss up, though." Rhys laughs. "You know I don't need any of that."

[federalblu-britishmarksman]

"Care for a drink, handsome?" (Dorian)

"It depends if you're paying for this round, love?" Nathan threw a flirting grin at the singer.

[the-hunter-of-teufort-rp]

“Ah, I figured as much, but wanted to double check.” She said, placing one of the glasses she’d just cleaned back in its proper place on the shelf. It was better to ask than dismiss it and it turned out it was moved by some patron trying to sneak a free drink while their backs were turned. If nobody lingered and took too long to scram when the call for close came, it looked like they were on track to leave on time tonight, which was always nice.

“Yeah, sure, sounds good, Breccan.” She replied with a smile. She couldn’t say a lot of Sanders works were her cup of tea, but she had to admit the man had a few good songs and shows, and it could be fun to see if she enjoyed this one. And even if it turned out to be one of the ones that wasn’t her favorite, she wasn’t going to turn down the chance to get out with one of her favorite coworkers.

"why  is  this  here? " (misplaced bottle at the bar or something, maybe?) for Breccan @the-hunter-of-teufort-rp

"Ah..I must've forgotten about that one while organizin' the shelves." He laughed, taking the bottle from her and placing it onto the second highest shelf. "Club's closin' in a few minutes, maybe we..could catch a show after we clean up?..Heard Cohen put out a new one an' I'm dyin' to see it."

[angelcas22]

Starter for @voicesofrapture

"Thank you for helping me with this case with the snake eyed man but I think I would be okay now."

The Angel really needed the help though but he was stubborn.

[redbritishsniper]

"I do want to spend a night out with ya in Fort Frolic, Nat. It'll be fun..~"

"Fort Frolic?" She took the pencil out from her mouth to repeat what was said. When was the last time she had a night out? She doesn't recall. "Sure, why not."