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Eira perked up at Ormad signing his name. She had even followed the same signs to make sure she wouldn't forget a name. However, now knowing he had some knowledge of ASL she signed her next sentence slowly.

Would you like to walk up to the glass bridge with me?

It was a little ways away from here, but the locals said the view was really nice. Although, She doubt he would want to come since the bridge connected two large spots that you had to hike up to.

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Eira gave a smile and took his hand as she allowed him to help her up.

Do you have plans today?

He had peeked her curiousity and she wanted to know more about the man whom she took pictures of earlier. Though she also realized she forgot a crucial step before deciding to just randomly ask a stranger if they would like to hang out with her.

My name is Eira by the way.

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Eira was frantically grabbing her camera and checking it for damage. Other than a few scrapes, it seemed to be working. Sighing in relief, she turned to pick up her other things when she noticed the man she was taking pictures of earlier holding her stuff. Though she noticed his lips pronounce the last word 'alright.' Eira gave a small smile and nodded her head as she took her stuff from him and organized it back into her bag. She also turned her camera off and exchanging it for her phone. Her thumbs quickly typed a single word.

Thanks.

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Eira was adjusting her camera settings as she looked at the scene around her. White ear buds were placed snugly in her ears as to not have others distract her. Though, as she looked through the lens she had spotted a peculiar figure with his hat tipped down. With a small smile, and since she was halfway across the park, she snapped a couple of shots. Once she got a few she pulled out one earbud and glanced down to her camera to review her images. Though she wasn’t expecting to see what happened to the images. Or the bicyclist that crashed into her making the supplies from her bag fly everywhere and her camera clatter to the cement.

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starter for @whimsicalphantom

It wasn’t very often that the man took trips to the human world. And when it did happen, he rarely ever interacted with anybody. Except Rudy, of course. But anybody else? No. Nobody. Absolutely nobody.

But now, Rudy had been experiencing bullying, mostly from the older kids of her middle school. Perhaps the ones that had been held back in their grades, and though they weren’t book smart, they were more street smart than she could ever be. That meant she could get hurt.

Oh, he wouldn’t let that happen to his kid, his friend, his Rudy. 

So now he had made often trips to her world, just to walk her home to her grandparents. Sometimes she would end up actually going with him, for cello lessons. (Or so her grandparents think it’s just all about.) Really, it was for training.

So after the man had dropped Rudy off, he had decided to stay longer; to just roam around in the town. Em Auri was a place for travelers, after all, hence why it seemed so diverse. (But everybody seemed so boring anyways.) 

The trench coated man tipped his hat downwards in order for nobody to look him in the eyes. Otherwise, they would’ve seen how suspicious he was. He avoided touch as well. But then again, if someone needed some tourist help, he would be there to help them. Maybe. If he liked their attitude.

So there he was, just sitting cross-legged on a bench, gloved hands resting lightly on his knees as he glowered down on anybody who passed by.

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Promise of a Chain (Closed)

The room was a large ballroom, with tall and narrow tables placed around the front of the curtain covered stage and throughout the room. Suitable for one to set their empty glass, used for rare wine or champagne, down. Women and men were dressed in their finest clothing, but this wasn’t a welcoming community.

A small strung of violins began to softly play as the room was darkened, curtains swinging open, and a spotlight illuminating an overweight man. “Ladies and gentlemen, we shall start the auction with a very special treat! Usually we would save the best for last, but we thought we would give everyone a chance…” Another obnoxious switch was heard as another spotlight illuminated a gold cage. Inside there was a girl in soaking wet clothes and with her head hung. “For tonight! We have caught a kelpie!” The man thrust the silver chain in the air as people cheered. Iona looked up and glared at the said chain and then the man holding it.

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Eira's eyes perked up upon seeing the sign. She didn't know if he knew that was the sign for palm or if it just happened to be by accident.

Do you sign?

Her hands were fluid, but slow, not knowing his extent of ASL itself.

EIRA ;;

Her head tilted when she focused on both his posture and read his lips. Of course, she didn’t read every word. More like every other word or so and pieced together the sentence from there before looking back down at her phone’s screen.

Ah…I see. Anyways, what exactly do you do? I…well…how exactly does this work? Do you use cards or put your palm on my head or speak with my dead grandma?

Conveying her feelings into text wasn’t her speciality, but it decreased the risk of miscommunication.

He skimmed her question, laughing under his breath.

“I read cards sometimes. Palms more than that though.” He indicated the palm of his hand, tracing a circle onto it. 

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Reblog if you are 100% okay with a transgender person correcting you if you accidentally misgender them or use their dead name.

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Iona pouted in the slightest, "Alright. Do you know where to go?" Her stomach growled. She would need to find food later this evening otherwise she would become too weak. Her stomach growled once more. It might have to be sooner.

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Iona grabbed a bowl, spoon, milk, and the cereal. “Do you have any plans for today? Try to find your way back home? Go out and play or…” Her stomach growled causing her to trail off. “Sorry it’s been a while since I’ve eaten.”

Jack was looking at her. “Probably try to head home, I think i can figure it out now that its day time.” He knew that he had to.

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Iona grabbed a bowl, spoon, milk, and the cereal. "Do you have any plans for today? Try to find your way back home? Go out and play or..." Her stomach growled causing her to trail off. "Sorry it's been a while since I've eaten."

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After a moment, Iona stepped out of the tub and slipped on pajamas. Walking into the kitchen she noticed Jack. “Hungry? I got some…cereal…” She wasn’t use to having human food seeing as she eats humans.

Jack was looking at her. “I am hungry yes.” He said. The Nephilim was sitting where he was. “cereal is fine.” He waited for her to get him some food. He knew that he needed to try and get back to the bunker.

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tryingmother:

IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH ICONLESS ROLEPLAYS REBLOG THIS SO YOUR FOLLOWERS KNOW !!

like as much as i love icons and a good psd, sometimes its just tasking to do. and not everyone has great resources. so if you’re okay with having threads with no icons, please reblog this so that people know you’re okay with it. i feel like roleplayers today are too focused on the aesthetics and won’t follow people who use base icons or even none at all. it’s not about icons, but about the writing !!

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After a moment, Iona stepped out of the tub and slipped on pajamas. Walking into the kitchen she noticed Jack. "Hungry? I got some...cereal..." She wasn't use to having human food seeing as she eats humans.

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Iona finished humming the tune before splashing some of the water. She sunk into it and fully.submerged herself. Being a water spirit she couldn’t drown.

Jack was hungry, but he didn’t want to help himself. He just sat where he was ad waited.

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Iona finished humming the tune before splashing some of the water. She sunk into it and fully.submerged herself. Being a water spirit she couldn't drown.

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The pillow and blanket were put away under the bathroom sink. The bathtub was filed with water and Iona had the tub decorated with bubbles. She was once again singing the Scottish song, “…to go and gather blaeberries! She saw the wee brown otter’s track, otter’s track…”

Jack heard singing. He blinked. The Nephilim was still half asleep. He was rubbing his eyes. “Hmmm?” He mumbled.

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Absolutely love it!

aaannnd the art is done!

i apologize that this isn’t my best work! my mobile device was unavailable at the time, and I wanted to really get these done, so i had to do this on my computer with the track pad. :/

anyways! here are the characters in order

Lottie May Burch - @whimsicalphantom

Vempyremon - @fragmented-desire

Lily - @executionprogram

David @a-bunch-of-gay-spooks

these are all RP blogs, so go check them out!

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The pillow and blanket were put away under the bathroom sink. The bathtub was filed with water and Iona had the tub decorated with bubbles. She was once again singing the Scottish song, "...to go and gather blaeberries! She saw the wee brown otter's track, otter's track..."

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Upon not getting a response, she noticed how difficult it was to keep his own eyes open. So, she went to the hall closet and grabbed both a rag and a blanket. She tossed a blanket onto him and cleaned up the small puddle of water where she once sat. Iona then turned off the light, “Go ahead and rest. I’ll be in the last room down the hall if you need me. Night lad.”

She went to the room at the very end of the hall and opened it. Of course, it wasn’t a bedroom, but a bathtub with special blankets and pillow covering. The only thing that sucked about being a kelpie was the constant presence of water in her hair and on her skin. Sighing, Iona climbed into the bathtub and slowly went to sleep.

Jack was tired. He was asleep within moments. The young nephilim didn’t even care about the plastic on the couch. He was breathing deeply as he was asleep. He snuggled up under the blanket. He still wondered why she was even being nice to him, Not many were at the moment. He woke up in the morning and he looked around. He had forgotten for a moment where he was.

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Upon not getting a response, she noticed how difficult it was to keep his own eyes open. So, she went to the hall closet and grabbed both a rag and a blanket. She tossed a blanket onto him and cleaned up the small puddle of water where she once sat. Iona then turned off the light, "Go ahead and rest. I'll be in the last room down the hall if you need me. Night lad."

She went to the room at the very end of the hall and opened it. Of course, it wasn't a bedroom, but a bathtub with special blankets and pillow covering. The only thing that sucked about being a kelpie was the constant presence of water in her hair and on her skin. Sighing, Iona climbed into the bathtub and slowly went to sleep.

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“Hmm, well it’s a good start. Choosing to be good than bad. It’s righteous rather righteous, aye.” Iona yawned when she realized how late into the night it was. “What’s your favorite color?” Peraphs she should have started eith that question.

JAck nodded. He didn’t answer as he was getting sleepy. The Nephilim was falling asleep. He was young after all.

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Her head tilted when she focused on both his posture and read his lips. Of course, she didn't read every word. More like every other word or so and pieced together the sentence from there before looking back down at her phone's screen.

Ah...I see. Anyways, what exactly do you do? I...well...how exactly does this work? Do you use cards or put your palm on my head or speak with my dead grandma?

Conveying her feelings into text wasn't her speciality, but it decreased the risk of miscommunication.

EIRA ;;

Eira’s nose scrunched when he said Earl Grey. She typed the two simple words, Green tea. She noticed his sudden attention to her hard of hearing and gave a silent chuckle.

Do you enjoy it? What you do I mean?

Lips mouthed the words she’d typed before he responded, glancing up at her as he did. “I mean, I guess? It’s somewhere between a gift and a curse.”

He moved to fix the tea, turning the kettle on. “I like to help people.”