Human, not human (actual rp)

[Ixidor92]

Raziel stifled a few more bouts before he finally calmed himself


"You done yet?"


Ray asked Aamor directly as he slogged himself the rest of the way to shore. His pants were utterly soaked, though water slicked off the rest of his body with no effort on his part.


"We can gather a few things from the island to help with the night."


If he'd thought they were going to end up staying, he would have made sure to bring a few other things, but such was the case

 

[Cyrionessa]

"Okay~!" Aamor was definitely in a good mood now. "....so what can we gather? I've never been one who went camping...." She got up and followed him to shore, desperately wishing that she could have another change of clothes. She slicked her hair back over her head. "Wait, won't your room mate wonder where you are?"

 

[Ixidor92]

"We'll start with the palm bra--"


Ray stopped as Aamor mentioned his roommate. It was true, Samuel would probably very much wonder where Ray was if he didn't come back for the evening. The importance of going vs staying was weighed in his mind before he decided


"I'll tell him what happened tomorrow when we're back. It'll be past nightfall by the time we get back to the schwartzwald if we leave now."

 

[Cyrionessa]

"Okay then." Aamor sighed. She went over to start trying to tug down a palm branch. It wouldn't budge. She jumped up, trying to use her weight to bring it down. It wouldn't budge. With a pathetic look on her face, she turned to Raziel. "....physical strength isn't exactly my forte...so....little help here?"

 

[Ixidor92]

Raziel slowly shook his head with a sigh


"Go ahead and grab the ones I pulled off earlier, we shouldn't need too many since it won't rain tonight."


Without much ado, Ray pulled himself partway up the tree and ripped off the branch Aamor had been struggling with


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[MControl]

As the match progressed, Renault became sure that this was interesting, and if this club would enable him to participate in this game of summoning, this is the club he would join. "So, what is required to play this game? Any sacrifices or rituals? And how have you bound this 'Ryze' to you?" after a slight pause, he adds, "Not as a slight against your knowledge, but i have yet to see anything in either curricula, clubs, or the library about summoning."

 

[Cyrionessa]

Aamor dragged the branches but was looking down at them in slight confusion. She really had no idea what to do now.


"...I'll just wait for you to get done since I really have no idea what to do...."


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"....sacrifices? rituals? bound?" Isolde's eyebrows raised comically. "...you do realize that this is just a game and these characters are not alive? The only "ritual" I guess is to download it onto a computer." She had reached late game Ryze and his burst was ridiculous. His spellvamp had turned a 3v5 into an ace after holding off the enemy team until the other two reinforcements had arrived.

 

[MControl]

"...So i need a computer" nodding sagely, he asks, "And being a member of this 'computer' club would allow me access to a computer, yes?" He would determine the methods of summoning and binding at a later date.

 

[HilgenHoffer]

As Alex walked away, his hair was whipped by a gust of wind.


"So, how did he die?" The songlike voice came from beside him. Gabriel was looking at him inquisitively, knowing but not all-knowing. "You know what happened to Lucas."


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Well, if you want physical rigor, there's nothing better than track! We have sprinting and cross-country both. It'll get you in shape, and it will teach you how to work hard and build team spirit." She chuckled to herself. "And it will give you fantastic thighs!" Her words were all tinted a different color than what her audience was used to, but her laughter sounded as familiar as the birds in the trees. "Why don't you come over and take a run? Maybe I can help you decide if our club will appeal to you." She turned on the balls of her feet, clad in Merrell track shoes, and began taking long, smooth strides towards the track. Her chest had been nothing to write home about, but her high-arching back made a perfect silhouette against the blue sky, and her long legs stretched onwards to somewhere that Louis and Clarke had never actually found.

 

[Twizinator]

Alex was silent for a time. "I do," he replied simply, keeping his tone neutral. "It's not something easily spoken of. Especially considering who was behind it. Or at least, who was connected."


He thought to the letter. Would more information about that same group be inside the envelope? The group at least partially responsible for the death of Lucas, an innocent student, and the majority of Aamor's family, all equally as innocent? Would his father finally allow him into the family business? He certainly hoped so. People like those in Hydra made Alezarius angry.


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Samuel tried to resist looking at the woman's legs. He failed, stealing a glance and immediately turning his gaze skyward, a bit red in the face. She wasn't kidding about fantastic thighs. As he followed her he steeled his willpower to not stare at her hips and backside. This, he was at least marginally more successful at, mentally reprimanding himself for his earlier moment of weakness.


Truthfully, Samuel knew he was a fine runner; he'd had to be to survive on the streets. However, he didn't know if he wanted to join a club dedicated to the activity so associated with bad memories.

 

[Ixidor92]

"It's not difficult."


Ray clambered his way back down with a few extra branches


"There isn't much need for a proper shelter, since the weather's going to stay fine for the night. So we're going to put together a makeshift sleeping bag--blanket--emergency warmth holder."


Raziel started to fold the leaves of the palm branches amongst themselves, creating a somewhat flimsy sheet of green, but it would hold for a single night


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Sanz cracked half a smile at the darker woman's passion. If he managed to gain even half of her enthusiasm he was certain he had come to the right place. The half-god followed Rasha down to the track, and mentally prepared himself. He would have to moderate his strength when he ran, or risk causing damage.

 

[Ninja_Onions]

After many hours of walking through the Black Forest, almost as if being guided, Frank stumbled out of the trees into a large clearing which housed an enormous decrepit castle, with a river flowing under a nearby drawbridge that was locked up, the winch nearby at the gatehouse. Frank tentatively stepped towards the gatehouse, looking down at the long rusted lever, then over to a sign that had weathered with age. 'DO-- OPEN! D-- FRANK------- CA-T--! ---STER --EAD!' The sign read, hanging from a single molded rope that caused it to dangle in the breeze. "Hmm... Do open...Frank..." Frank mumbled, walking over to the lever slowly. He gave it a tug, but the rust had locked the lever in place. He placed both hands on the lever, and gave a mighty heave, not only breaking the lever off, but also destroying most of the mechanism. "Oops." Frank said absentmindedly as the drawbridge began it's descent. It landed with a dull thud, which frightened the birds in the nearby area and shook the ground nearby at the weight of the waterlogged wood and the metal. Frank slowly paced across it, metal lever still in hand, to ensure that nothing surprised him. "Hmm...Place seem known, like have seen sooner than now." Frank said, walking under the large portcullis which had been rusted into the up position. He continued until he got into the courtyard, which was scattered with debris and other things, like pitchforks and long extinguished torches. "Wait. This...this..." Frank said, slowly lowering his hand, dropping the lever after a time. He ran inside the castle, with shattered tables and broken furniture, all the way to a staircase that had a large hole in the center, with stone steps descending. He rushed down the stairs, through the iron door which was off it's hinge slightly, and stopped in the room he entered. He slowly slumped to his knees, staring at all the equipment, the beakers, and finally, a wooden chair which had a very old human skeleton in it, clutching a closed book above a dagger next to a dagger in it's chest. Frank stood, and walked ever so slowly over the skeleton, dislodged the book carefully so as not to disturb it, and wiped off the cover. In big black letters, strewn across the front with a writing font all too similar to Frank, read one word: FRANKENSTEIN.

 

[Cyrionessa]

"Yes." Isolde sighed inwardly as she believed that he had finally grasped the concept. "Just need a computer and an account to log in on so that you're good to go."


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Habibah followed Sanz and Samuel for a moment, then looked down at what she was wearing. There was no way that she was going to get sweaty in this! "One moment." With a dash sped by the wind, she ducked inside of a building. In 30 seconds flat, she returned in a tank top and short, athletic shorts. "Okay, I'm good to go."


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Aamor watched him. "....I guess this is the first time I've stayed on an island. In the middle of the ocean." A half-smile covered her face as a thought struck her. "It's like vacation, except your only way home is on the back of a sea serpent. I feel like this is some sort of bad American movie...I swear...."

 

[Ixidor92]

Raziel let out a snort


"What bad american film has a Sea Serpent that takes a girl to the middle of the Atlantic?"


He raised a quizzical eyebrow at Aamor before fanning out his handiwork. It was a fairly large, albeit flimsy, blanket of palm branches. The sun was really starting to dip in the horizon by now, and it was getting darker


"The full moon was up just a couple of nights ago, but it will still be pretty dark until it shows up."

 

[Cyrionessa]

"How cold will it be?" This was a serious question for Aamor. "I really, really, REALLY hate being cold!" The branch bed looked workable for one night but it did not look warm in the least. Her options for warmth were rather limited right now and they were limited to sharing body heat. That thought made a furious blush cross her face.

 

[Ixidor92]

Ray looked over to the setting sun and sat down.


"I don't know . . . the cold doesn't really bother me."


He pulled another one of the 'palm blankets' over, forming a pad of sorts


"We should probably hang up a few things to dry as well, otherwise they'll be just as wet come morning."

 

[Cyrionessa]

"True." Aamor nodded, grabbing her shirt from off the ground and tossing it over a limb above her head. She debated letting her pants dry but decided that her face was red enough already. "And you have the luck of not being cold. I get cold if the least cool breeze comes in." As if to accent her point, a gust of cold sea air hit her skin. She immediately shivered. "See what I mean?"

 

[Ixidor92]

Ray let out a sigh and walked over to Aamor, putting both of his hands on her shoulders. He could feel the hairs on her skin rise up in a vain attempt to stave off the cold.


"We still have probably an hour before all daylight fades. There's time to settle in before--"


Ray was stopped by a sudden gurgling that emanated between the two. The leviathan blinked a couple of times before looking down at Aamor's tummy, completely looking past the scars that were there


"Aamor . . . when was the last time you ate?"

 

[Cyrionessa]

"....I....haven't....." Aamor looked away guiltily. She normally didn't eat at all till later in the day. "I don't eat until mid-afternoon to early evening most of the time. So I haven't eaten at all yet." Mentally, she kicked herself for not realizing this earlier. She was also noticing that he was actually touching her a lot more than usual. Today had to have been the strangest day of her life and she had a feeling that it was going to get stranger.

 

[Ixidor92]

Raziel let out a sigh and pulled up one of the palm branches


"Look, you weave a couple more of these together, if you need to get yourself comfortable. I'll be back shortly."


Ray turned to head to the beach

 

[Cyrionessa]

Aamor sat down on the ground and watched him disappear. Everyone else had left her alone, some avoided her like the plague. Why was Raziel taking time to take care of her and make her feel better? He'd never really done this for anyone else that she had seen. This was all so confusing and she didn't like that it was so confusing.

 

[Ixidor92]

It was about fifteen minutes later when Ray came back, dragging a fish with a maw of nasty teeth that was about as long as he was tall. Thankfully it was dead.


"I'm back, brought something to eat as well."


He looked at the pile of palms, half-expecting Aamor to be buried under them

 

[HilgenHoffer]

Rasha turned to face the group. "Well, I assume you all came here because you enjoy running, so maybe you'd like to do a few laps around the track with me? We can start with a warm-up. If you think you can keep up with me, then we can have a real race--just for fun, of course!" Her grin was simultaneously shy and inviting, inverted and a bit shaky, but wide and genuine.

 

[HilgenHoffer]

Gabriel's face turned somber. "You know things, Alex. Please, tell me. What happened?"

 

[Twizinator]

Alex shrugged, deciding that humoring the angel's curiosity would be easier than keeping a secret from him. He had a feeling someone like Gabriel would hear the story one way or another. "Last summer, Aamor's boyfriend, Lucas, and much of Aamor's family, were killed by government officials claiming them to be threats to national security or some inane bullshit like that," Alex began. "They raided the house at meal time, killing pretty much everyone with neither hesitation nor decency," he said neutrally, keeping his expression blank and gaze level. "Aamor herself barely survived."


"This is all secondhand, mind," Alex added as he walked. "This is just what I heard from my father after Aamor came back. Some of the darker details I heard from pops are that the government dogs involved are connected to Hydra, a pretty damn shady group of non-human extremists that seek for a world controlled by non-humans, with humans as their puppets to control. They tried to add Aamor and her family of oracles to their organization but failed, so decided they had to be eliminated to prevent my dad's gang from getting them instead."


"Heh," he laughed, obviously forced. "Basically, a bunch of shit went down that has nothing to do with you or I, so who cares?" he said trying to blow it off. He was putting on a great show of not caring, a fake smirk that didn't reach his eyes plastered upon his face. He kept walking onwards, nearing the exit of the forest. If he'd been dealing with anyone but Gabriel, they might have bought his act, but the angel would immediately see the tenseness of his muscles, the bite of distain in his voice, and the bitter frustration in his eyes.


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"A race, you say?" Ryrax perked up. "Yeah, you're on!


"What?" Samuel spat. "W-Why?!"


"What are you objecting about?" Ryrax laughed. "Obviously she's faster than you, so you can just follow behind her and stare at her ass like you have been so far."


"Buh-I-wha-you-WHAAAAAT?!" Samuel spluttered, absolutely flabbergasted. He was redder than the setting sun, as his gaze darted everywhere but Rasha. "That's...no! I...please ignore him," he pleaded, "He's a compulsive liar, I would never..."


"Really? That isn't your goal, then?" Ryrax added, satisfied that Samuel had sprung the trap he'd laid with his words. "Then prove it. Win."


Samuel blinked as he realized Ryrax had tricked him. If he backed out, it would look like he was admitting to ogling Rasha, which he hadn't. At least as much as he could help. He'd been trying, dammit!


"Okay...fine..." Samuel said, admitting defeat. "Let's race. Why not? I could use some friendly competition, I think," he added with a small smile.