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 Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 7:55 am
The idea: The Supernaturalist wage a hidden war against the darkness of the unexplainable. Many of them travel the globe, finding the supernatural and helping them when they can be of service, and killing them when they kill. Most know one another, not a large feat as there are less than five hundred of them in the world. Five hundred against five million.
Rules: Follow all standard roleplaing rules
Avoid using major magic users
Please have a past to your characters, although you need not have to tell it.
No profiles needed, as you should be able to give a good idea of your characters in your writing
No limit on number of characters, but don't go too crazy with it
Your character does not have to be a supernaturalist, but they must have something to do with the rest of the story
Avoid excessive swearing
I reserve the right to modify or add to these rules.
Seamus Joe Perric sat in a noisy, outdoor mall food court with a thick, beaten leatherbound book open on the table before him. He had his deep tan arm on the table with his head in his hand. The effort to keep reading was giving him a headache, as oppose to normal when he would have enjoyed the noise.
Damien O'Connell walked up with a tray of oriental food, both plates filled high. He sat down opposite of Seamus, took his own plate off the tray, and pushed the tray to Seamus, who lifted his head and abandoned the book.
"So, anything?" asked Damien.
"Even if it weren't so damn noisy I doubt I could find anything in here. I've never heard of anthing so random like this."
Damien, after swallowing a mouthful of orange chicken, reminded him that, "My dad's encounters are in there too. Look near the begining."
Seamus shook his head and told him after lunch.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 5:22 pm
Candy smashed her fist into the table where she sat. As if this Food Court wasn't infuriating enough. Her cell phone was attached to her ear and her weapons were hidden well behind her cloak. "Damnit! I've told you a million times! The research is correct, you know, the same definition as accurate or even true." A slight pause before her second outbreak. "No! It's not a load of crap. And if you don't believe me, you can go ******** yourself sideways and then burn in hell." Snaps her cell phone shut and ignores the continous stares of shoppers. She would then start to eat her food.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 1:18 pm
((Erm ... number one, is your character a supernaturalist and number two avoid constant cursing.))
Damien looked over at a yelling girl behind him and tapped on her shoulder.
"Excuse me, but there are children here ... " he began.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 2:17 pm
Helena Belldivere was in agony.
She was stranded in the food court of an outdoor mall, head throbbing with the voices and emotions of each person in the area. Her cursed telepathy was something she normally kept protected by remaining in her room the entire day, but this day she had to endure. After all, Helena was looking for something special.
The already loud room was louder still to her, and she had to use ever ounce of composure she possesed to remain under control. Even though her breathing was uneven, and she sometimes winced (to the surprise of several curious onlookers), the woman managed to keep a fairly cool façade and wait, occupying her hands by combing them through the long black and sometimes red strands of her very long hair.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 2:52 pm
((Okay, the only thing you have to mention about your character is weather or not they are supernatrualist, so that maybe others can show signs of reconition, or not. Understand?))
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 3:01 pm
((すみません。Yes, Helena is supernatural.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 3:18 pm
(Supernaturalist)
Candy turned and glared at him. "You're not excused. I know there are children around. What a shame..." There was sarcasm and irritability in her voice. "Don't you know you're not supposed to disturb someone eating?" she added.
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 8:05 am
((And both of my characters are supernaturalist.))
"Oh, yes, you do that lovily," Seamus half laughed sarcasticly.
Damien, however, looked taken aback when she turned around. He reconised her.
"Your name is ... Cindy, or ..."
"Candy," supported Seamus, surpressing a laugh.
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 2:19 pm
She gave them both a dirty look. "What's so funny about my name?" She started. "It's better than Seamus or Damien."
Candy stood up and raised an eyebrow. "If you want to start something, go right ahead." Her mouth had grown into a smirk of an imp.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 10:17 am
Seamus looked surprised.
"There is nothing wrong with your name. I was laughing at Damien."
Damien did not seem in the least upset or surprised at being laughed at. On the contray, he smiled a little.
"Actually, we could use your help," he said conversationally. "You see there have been a series of disappearances in the area. Maybe you heard of them. They are rather erradic, so we wanted your opinion on weather or not it is our job or if it is just some weird kidnapper."
He waited patiently for her answer, speaking to her as though she was a friend, despite the fact they only knew one another by reputation.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 2:57 pm
Candy leaned over the table with a sarcastic, energtic smile like she was looking forward to helping him. She placed her palms flat on the little table, leaned forward toward him and dropped her smile. "No." It was a simple statement. A simple answer. "And before you ask why, I'll tell you. I think it's just because you two can't figure it out for yourselves. So, you need someone else's opinion to follow."
Candy would then sit back down and pick up a fork to finish off her Italian cuisane.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 8:35 am
"What's wrong with that?" asked Damien, apperently completely unnerved. "So, we're stumped and have no leads, so I belive another's opinion would be help - "
An odd whirring noise behind Seamus cut across him and turned to looked at him exasparatedly.
"You didn't leave on the EMR detector on again, did you?" he asked.
Seamus, however, looked surprised and he drew it from the pack laying against his knees. The switch on the home made device was off, yet all seven red lights were on.
"Well ... " began Damien uncertainly.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 10:03 am
"You need another's opinion? Nice reason. But to me it seems like you have it covered." Glances at his device and smirks standing up. "Excuse me. I have a job to do."
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 2:36 pm
"What job?" asked Damien sharply, turning his back on the device. "We might be able to help one another."
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 6:46 pm
She put on her cloak. "That's really none of your business. And I don't need help nor do I want to give help," she said as she walked away.
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