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Fantasy The Bad Guys (Old)

ooc//should i assume then that nobody is in the same conversation? Like spencer and francis arent still walking to the cafeteria, etc.? StrixDesmodus StrixDesmodus
it's boarding school, one sees or hears something suddenly whole schools knows all rumors (of course my sisters knows nothing as only teacher has visited their cell and they are sleeping already.)
 
ooc// i know but the whole nearing night thing implies a sizable time lapse has occurred since they were just at lunch, so i'm asking if i can assume characters did their own thing/went separate ways/whatever in that gap. Spencer has some glow sticks that need placing lol Veltsu VI Veltsu VI
 
ooc// i know but the whole nearing night thing implies a sizable time lapse has occurred since they were just at lunch, so i'm asking if i can assume characters did their own thing/went separate ways/whatever in that gap. Spencer has some glow sticks that need placing lol Veltsu VI Veltsu VI
you write at next post how she hides those and heads then somewhere with Francis
 
ooc// i cant decide what francis is doing bc he's not my character... but before i write anything im just gonna make sure that's actually the case before my kids just up and leave their current interactions xD although tbh it wouldnt be out of character for either of them to do that... they're a wee bit rude lol
 
Sorry I just posted the notice and left. It turns out Monk is on, and it's been years since I've watched that show.
But actually, it's not a big timelapse since they actually just had dinner, not lunch. It's actually not a timeskip at all, just s brief newsletter.
 
ooc// wHAT IT WAS DINNER BUT I KEPT SAYING LUNCH LMFAO ripperoni tho okay to be clear, there is no timeskip at all and everyone is where they were?
 
Sprios Sprios In case you missed it.
Francis: My grin slowly widened as Spencer made her speech about the alleged five hundred dollars. I admired her craftiness. Now our chances of getting caught were slimmer, and we might even be praised for our cunning, or at least she would be. Yeah. Let's just hope they don't kill the mood for our seance any.
 
Spencer!
It made Spencer happy that Francis was so happy. As far as companions went, the kid wasn't half bad. Not for a first catch, anyway. He didn't get in her way and seemed to appreciate her genius. Good! It was about time someone did. Made things feel a little more like home, where her little gang of thieves and smugglers waited for her great return.

Maybe she could recruit Francis some day, after they graduated. Of course, that was a long ways off. And it also assumed they didn't get murdered by ghosts tonight. "A seance is one of those jawns where everyone holds hands with, like, an old bag of bones mystic lady who gets possessed by the dead, or some shit, right? Mmm... I don't know how we're gonna get an old lady... I can't make those." Yet. While living transmutation wasn't out of the question for Spencer's particular magical lineage, it required extreme focus and power. At fourteen, she wasn't quite that adept. It would make an interesting senior project, though...

But at any rate, the sky was turning pale orange, and she would have to start planting glow sticks in the dirt soon. "Ay, I'll catch you a bit later in the dorms, alright? I'm gonna grab a new tray and get to work. And if you see anything go-pro sized, bring it along. We can be Sunbreaker's newest and most badass ghost hunters, granny or no granny!"

Travis!
Goldback left and Travis basically hissed out an exhale. Lousy piece of shit teacher, sticking her nose where it didn't belong... Maybe War would give him permission to kill Mademoiselle Ogre, too. He glared at Dei-Loki, who was making himself at home already. Well, fucking whatever. Earlier the boy had received word that some freckled freshman started a scavenger hunt on school grounds that was supposed to go down tonight, and he had to prepare for that. Such a claim made Travis understandably skeptical, but he had motivation outside of cash--the chance to see some powers in action. More than the money Travis wanted front row tickets to any bloodbath that could ensue.

He belched and crushed his empty soda can in one hand, tossing it into a trash bin before jamming one hand in his pocket. With the other, he gave a finger snap in Archie's direction. "Creepy glow eyes, you seem kind of useful. Come along." Kinda. Maybe.

Well, no. That was a lie. The weird purple flicker just kind of gave him a shady vibe. He wanted to know what exactly that mask was, and why exactly it started acting up when he caressed the thing. He didn't want a repeat of last year.*

*Travis accidentally leaned on his senior roommate's mysterious obsidian monolith, and it summoned thousands of spiders into the room. It was the Literal Worst.™

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Archie Bailey
Archie threw his hands over his ears, the continuous spray of the gun amplified to him. It was the absolute worst pain he ever felt, or at least that was the thought that crossed his mind immediately Once he had some time to think back to all the years he spent undergoing torturous scientific experiments, he'd know this was a bone marrow transplant compared to what he'd been through. He turned to Travis, the only one holding a gun at the moment, and gave him what could only be described as a serious 'what the fuck' gesture with his hands. Before he could actually say anything, however, a teacher he'd momentarily mistook for a male barged into the room and began to bark orders, prompting Archie to press his hands down even harder. Everything became a faint whisper and, for a moment, he felt relief. Once the teacher had left the room and every calmed down, Archie turned to his bags and went back to unpacking. All that was left by the time he was done was a large duffel bag containing the majority of his equipment. Stun blades, trackers, lethal poisons, communication systems... The works. Hopefully, no one in his room was the snooping type. He shoved the bag underneath his bed, as far as he possibly could, before sitting down. He started to undress and get ready to sleep, only to have the senior they'd been roomed with call him over. Scratch sleeping. He buttoned his shirt back up and slipped into his shoes before making his way over to the teen, not bothering to ask what he meant by 'useful'. He stood in front of Travis with his hands clasped behind his back, a blank look in his 'creepy shiny eyes'.
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Nellie: Curiosity got the best of me, and I ceased my search for pajamas, disregarding what must have been an effigy of a rabbit. What, pray tell, are you going to do?
Francis: I started to my dorm, forgetting about seeing if a call home was possible. I had a camera, a flashlight, and some yarn to retrieve. Okay, maybe not the yarn.
 
Travis!
Archie was rather aloof as he moved to Travis, like a soldier summoned to a superior. Ah, that's a good boy. (Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?! Archie is! And not Dei-Loki.) Travis' shoulders relaxed some. He jerked his chin towards the dorm and began to amble towards it, when their other oddly formal roommate spoke up. "Hopefully gonna watch some people die. Also maybe gonna make $500 bucks and smoke some herb." He looked Nellie up and down for a minute in deliberation. Finally, he extended the offer. "Wanna come? I can give you guys a little tour as we head out."

Spencer!
The duo branched ways as Spencer traveled towards the cafeteria, grabbing several trays before looping back around towards the commons. She hummed and tapped award plaques on the way, altering their engravings. Some of the changes included: "The Eugenics Experience Award Is Granted To Aaron O'Connor For Being A Literal Nazi to Compensate For His Lack Of Magic And Tiny Man Parts", "2015-2019 Sunbreaker Yodeling Championship Winners" and, her personal favorite, "2017 Circle Jerk Participation Award." The alterations were so discrete that anyone passing by was unlikely to notice unless they read the captions.

She laughed at her own jokes--as she usually did--and was exceptionally pleased with the new engravings. "God, I swear this is an art..." Spencer chuckled to herself before entering the wing her dorm was situated in.

When the room she shared with Francis came up, Spencer fumbled around for the key before gently pushing the door ajar and sliding in. She closed it with her foot and tossed herself onto the nearest bed, immediately getting to work on their little project. From her fingers stemmed that familiar purple aura, enveloping her tray stack and melding it together into a purple cube. From there, it became a sleek looking brief case, which she held to her chest and pat happily.

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Beeswax is innocent for a demon, or rather clueless. But hey, debauchery isn't her specialty, so....
Nellie: That would be suitable. I said that with more enthusiasm than most people would. But who would pass up the opportunity to watch people die? (And find out what herb would be smoked.)
Francis: When my phone buzzed in my pocket from a text, I remembered my plan to call home. I stopped in my tracks and whipped the phone out of my pocket. Maybe it was Mom. Or no, actually it was spam. In the middle of the common room, it was not private enough for me to call home. My dorm! Oh wait, Spencer was heading there, and maybe Blazen and Maxine. I didn't want to get lost around the school, so I figured I should keep a keen note on where I was. Down the opposite hall of the dorms, the sound of chatter got quieter and quieter until I figured they couldn't hear me. Darkened classrooms surrounded me as I dialed home. But the moment I put the phone to my ear, all there was was static.
 
(Dei-Loki: Oh.

XD)

A five hundred dollar hunt? Easy money, or some sort of scam. Two things Dei-Loki was fairly familiar with. Low and behold, the idea sparked the attention of many others. No surprise, really. Who would turn down that much money?

Dei-Loki sat up, a quiet sigh slipping from him. "Shall I, or shall I not?" He asked himself before shrugging. No harm in looking, instead of being cooped up in the room. So, with that decision in mind, he'd slip into his shoes before heading out - grabbing his jacket in the meantime.
 
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Anybody want your characters to room with Fenris?
Francis: After attempting several more phone calls, all with the same result- more static, I realizes it didn't matter who I called, whether it was home, relatives, 911.... Eventually I just sighed and returned to my room.
Fenris: Arriving late as usual, I was irked. Mother got lost on the way here last year too. I tried convincing her to leave a day sooner and stay in a hotel, but of course not. I checked where I'd room and dumped my bags on the nearest bed once I reached my room. The full moon would soon rise, and I was ill prepared thanks to Mom.
 
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