1. this is an open rp, meaning you need no permissions to join!! Hell no profiles either, you just start posting. Any race, any character is allowed.
2. the only real rule is you only control your own character (put here due to someone once having some confusion on what open rp mean)
Setting
Some distance from a small town with a wonderful boardwalk there is a large, victorian style inn. There are legends of ghosts, treasures, all sorts of mystical things at this inn callling all types with all sorts of motives. Some come for the ocean, some on the way to the boardwalk, some for the treasure. The Stary Sea Side inn loves to have guests no matter their motives and is owned by a strange woman named shaya who bought it years ago and renovated it. She discovered it connects to the sea caves that pirate's once frequented and allows people to explore as they choose....
Starting Post
[continued from even thread, this has been made into a real thread by the participents request, there are people in the main room to sign new people in ^.^. ]
shaya
Shaya suppressed a sigh, knowing she wouldn’t be very useful in this fight. She raised her hands, closing her eyes. Between her hands formed some light, curling into a bladed staff of gold before solidifying. She would have to focus to keep the demons and ghosts out of their heads… but at least now she could protect herself a little… She bit her lip, waiting.
Chandra
They really did stand on ceremony didn’t they? She thought absently as she glanced at the doors. They were really more then was needed… but she didn’t care one way or the other. She was here to do a job and leave… that was all. She shrugged, stretching her arms. She could transform if it was needed but she didn’t expect to much. They would likely underestimate her until it was already too late… such was the way of the immortal.
The young man regarded the inn carefully. Perhaps this seaside place would help him relax, just for a little while. Beside him a rainbow haired woman walked gracefully with a smile. "Well Isaac? Doesn't this place just want to make you write and compose wonderful prose? " Isaac shook his head as he felt the urge to write make his hands itch. His muse was such an annoying creature.
"I said I want to relax," grumbled the young man though he knew it was useless. His muse simply smiled, her dark eyes shining, and then proceeded to drag him to the doors of the inn. She knocked while dragging Isaac forward to stand by her side.[COLOR="Silver"]
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Maria took solid form, taking the form of Shaya the inn owner. She would make sure the inn continued in loyality to Shaya and Rebecca. She played with the red hair a moment, it always seemed to long. Oh well it was what it was. She shrugged and walked to the door, smiling warmly as she did so. She imitated Shaya’s friendly smile as she slowly opened the door.
”Hello Miss, Sir, please come in.” She said lightly, giving a perfect copy of shay’s deep curtsies. She would wave them in, waiting for them to enter. After they walked in she would close the door, watching them in silence. She would skip towards the desk as they entered, humming to herself. She waved to the guest book for them to sign in..
”The inn is run on donation so you may pay as much or as little as you like.” She said cheerfully, smiling at them. She didn’t think of the fact that this would be confusing when the real shaya returned… but she didn’t care much either.
((sorry for tossing a npc ghost at you but as you can see the in was in transition from the event forum and yeah xD. I’ll probably make a character to interact more with soon))
As the red head moved forward, Isaac hesitated upon the door steps. Kyna gave him no say in the matter and shoved him over the threshold. Bowing her head as she entered the exuberant muse skipped inside. She was Isaac's inspiration, quite literally. Where he went, she did also. "Thanks so very much! This looks like such a wonderful place." Ideas kept popping up all the time, and being a dutiful muse, Kyna then proceeded to give them to Isaac.
The black haired man rolled his grey eyes. Moving forward he placed the regular fare into the box. Of course, he only payed for himself, since Kyna was only as material as she wanted to be. Sometimes, to annoy him, she flitted around as a ghost. "Thank you very much. Don't mind her," Isaac proceeded to glance at Kyna,",sometimes she can't control herself." Smiling at the woman, he tipped his grey hat and hefted his bag carefully.
”Oh it’s quite alright… she might get along here pretty well… Here, take this room” She said with a laugh, smiling to herself. Maybe when she was herself again she could play with the muse. She reached forward, grabbing a key from the wall. She held it out to him, glancing at the donation but saying nothing. It always amazed her that people were so generous when they could pay nothing at all. Shaya was to nice…
((Don't let this confuse you, newcomers, we are just picking up where we left off before ^^ ))
Ti let himself be distracted for a moment as he watched Mei shift part of her arm, the form of her clawed hand seeming familiar. His attention was quickly brought back to the front though, the sharp, jarring sound of something scraping deep into stone echoing around them. After a few moments of uncertain silence a haunting sound rang out, something between a laugh and a shriek, and two pale, long-limbed forms darted past just out of the reach of the light.
Ti's body tensed as they scampered around, eyes trying to follow their movement. "They reek of dead flesh." he said, more to himself than his companions as he shifted his stance and drew his second blade. He tensed as one of the bizarre creatures ran closer, making a slashing motions with the wicked-looking stone poleaxe in it's hand. He had just a few seconds to glance behind him before it ran forward, Shaya's barrier seeming to barely slow it down.
Falling to one knee, he raised both blades, crossing them just in time to catch the creature's weapon. He grit his teeth as his arms strained to keep the axe from coming down onto him. "Mei! the other is behind us!" he shouted before pushing with his blades, forcing the demon's weapon to the side as he ducked and rolled.
Nodding, he grabbed the key with a grin. Looking at the received number, Isaac chuckled to himself. Twenty-three, it was his exact age. "I suppose this would be a good time to put my things away," speaking more to himself then to anyone else the young man walked away from the front desk and up some stairs. Soon enough he found his room, and by extension Kyna's.
For her part the muse stopped her gallivanting around to run to the desk with a smile. Winking at the woman, she extended a now translucent hand. "Hello ghost, my name is Kyna. I am an immortal muse, and Isaac is my charge," bending forward she smiled, and her lips turned purple. "So what's your name?" Easily following Isaac's movements with a mental eye let Kyna enjoy herself with this possible new friend.
”I‘m mary but this form is the owner, Shaya. She‘s busy right now though… there‘s some bad spirits down below she needs to take care of… I‘m bored but someone has to watch the door…” she answered with a chuckle, taking her hand and shaking it a little. She leaned forward, nuzzling into her arms and yawning. She, unlike Rebecca was not worried at all…she believed shaya would be fine.
Mei-Zhen didn't particularly need to be told the other was behind them, as she had also been watching them. She barely had time to dance slightly to the side as the second of the creatures charged, slicing at the things ribs. She missed, but it did turn to focus on her, instead of continuing on to Shaya.
The dragon turned to face the creature again as it raised it's own weapon, darting inside the range of the poleaxe to slice the belly. She managed to score this time, a semi-opaque pearly white sludge oozing from the wound. The creature shrieked in agony, bringing the weapon down without realizing the dragon was too close to really hit. The stone poleaxe slamed into the tunnel floor, the staff glancing off the dragon's shoulder.
Shaya nodded, raising her staff. She was about to strike when the dragon beat her to it and she no longer had to defend herself. So instead she would focus on the one attacking Ti. Mei already had the other on the floor after all. Shaya raised her staff, striking down at the demon’s head as Ti’s roll distracted it. Her staff was heavy so it’d likely knock it down but there was the question of it STAYING down.
The dragon grimaced, a silent snarl at the creature. She darted at it, slightly faster than she had been before, slicing at it's legs. It crumpled, unable to hold it's weight anymore, and she was waiting for it, blade angled so that it would fall into it. There was a strangled cry as the blade slid into it's eye, piercing the thin bone behind it.
She shrugged the body off, pulling the borrowed blade free as she did, a look of disgust on her face. Her shoulder protested the movement somewhat, but it wasn't more than bruised. Mei-Zhen looked to see how Ti was faring with his opponent.
As Ti sprang to his feet he saw Shaya's golden staff collide with the demon's head. The creature let out a shriek and hit the floor, dropping it's weapon as it clawed at the stone, trying to get back to it's feet. Ti seized his chance and quickly stepped forward, driving the katana through the creature's torso, a thick translucent "blood" beginning to ooze from around the blade. The demon started to scream again, but the sound died with a gurgle as Ti's wakizashi found it's throat.
He flicked the strange white substance from his blades as he stood, a look of disgust on his face as he stared down at the defeated demon. His eyes widened as he watched what looked to be a thin stream of red smoke slither out of the body, a faint echo of the monster's scream sounding before the smoke seemed to be torn apart.
"What.... what was that?" he said out loud, scanning his immediate surroundings again before looking back to the corpse at his feet. He crouched down to get a better look at it, prodding with the tip of his shorter blade. He drew back with disgust again as the smell of decay hit his nose. "Shigai. These creatures were dead before we fought them." he said, standing once more.
Zanthe
Zanthe smiled taking that as a yes, pushing the door open just a crack watching the vampires fight. Zanthe gave up waiting for the perfect time to come, and just bursted in. "Nice to see you all today" Zanthe smiled, transforming into his dragon form then climbing up the walls. Zanthe snuck up behind Hunter grabbing the cuff of his t-shirt and dragging him to the door. Zanthe watched as the vamps followed them, and threw Hunter to the door where Chandra was standing. Zanthe snarled throwing a few vampires to the walls. Zanthe hissed when some of 'the boys' jumped on his back. Slamming his back on the wall in an attempt to get the vampires to fall.
Salem
Salem got annoyed by how many vampires wanted to lose their lives. Salem sighed, there wasn't a reason to kill him, he stood walking over to Hunter. Salem was shocked when Hunter attacked him. "Get em' boys" Salem said throwing Hunter to the ground and sitting back in his 'throne.' Salem kept close eye on the door, and noticed it open a crack but let it be. When the door was slammed open Salem simply grimaced.
The Boys
The boys attacked Hunter on command, and were annoyed when he was dragged off. Following him and glaring at Zanthe, gnarling their teeth. "Drop him" They all snarled. The vamps were cornering Zanthe and Hunter, slowly. Few of the boys whimpered as they were thrown across the room, other were proud of being able to possibly get this dragon dead. Dragons were their worst enemies, they tried to kill every dragon that comes in their paths. But at times that was very difficult because of the dragons' strength.
((Salem is the head of the Vulturi))
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”Possession…. “ She said quietly, shaking her head as she turned away from the corpse. She leaned on the staff a moment, frowning at the floor. She had not expected them to possess the dead… She shuddered, hugging herself. The stones… would have to be destroyed somehow.. Even if she wasn’t sure yet how. Perhaps the half vampire before her would know…?
Chandra
”Hunter, you are as worthy as life as any other but… You’re being a jack ass and going to get innocent people killed. No one can love you as long as your life means so little that you’d throw it away so easily…This is not a story book where such a dramatic act makes love appear magically. Now take your friend and you out of here…..while I do my job” Chandra said quietly. She wasn’t really looking at Hunter now but the boys. She had not intended to deal with this yet.. But if they made things necessary…
She shrugged, holding her hands before her chest. She whispered a soft phrase in an ancient tongue even vampires had forgotten. It was the language of the celestials, the ancient beings who had seen the world destroyed twice. She was one of their chosen, their warriors for life… and now she had to fight for the life of an undead… how ironic.
As she whispered her words a ball of golden light appeared before her chest and grew larger, flaring outward around them until it knocked ‘the boys’ back hard enough to hit the walls of the cave. The golden light then disappeared, her fingernails glowing gold. A bladed fan appeared in each of her hands, but she did not yet transform.
”He and the dragon are under my protection, any who wish to lay a finger on them shall deal with me first.” She said quietly as she stepped in front of Zanthe and Hunter. The fans held a soft glow and even the sight of the ancient holy light would hurt the vampires, though for now she could shield Hunter… but not for long.
Hunter frowned at this and shook his head. "She should fall in love with me, I'm an elf. Everyone loves elves. Their kind" Hunter was annoyed and ran threw the vampires to Salem. "I want you to kill me" Hunter snarled. "I'm trapped in a body, I don't want to be in" Hunter knelt to the ground waiting for Salem to bite him. "Do it already." Hunter held his hands to his face as Salem got up off his chair. "Are you sure, Immortality was what you wanted before. You will age" Salem sighed bending over and placing his teeth on Hunter's neck, draining his blood. Salem pulled back quickly, not draining all his blood, but his vampric blood. Salem sat back on his throne, and shook his head at Hunter as he stood wiping the blood off his neck. "Happy" Salem said watching Hunter close. "Thank you" Hunter forced himself to say. Hunter bowed walking back over to the door, and opening it walking out of the cave and jumping into the cold water below. Zanthe was getting mad, throwing vampires to the walls. "This is fun" Zanthe smiled tearing apart a vampire with ease. Zanthe threw a few more vampires to the wall, and ran out of the room following Hunter. Jumping into the cold water, and simply flying through the air. Zanthe floated over the water for a moment, then diving in. Grabbing Hunters collar and dragging him up to the cliff-side, holding him against the rock wall wanting badly to bite him. Only to teach him a lesson, and get him to not try and kill himself again. Zanthe flew back up to the cave, and set Hunter down. "Are you an idiot?" Zanthe said pacing along the cliff side. "Maybe" Hunter said in a harse tone.
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Chandra shook her head, glancing at the vampires. She was ready to thrash them when Salem ended this finally. She watched, for a moment utterly dumb founded by what he said. His species should make her....? She bit her lip, more to keep herself from crying out in frustration then anything. She then simply walked out, following hunter and the dragon. Her patience had warn then. She could not save him… his enemy was himself and that was out of her jurisdiction.
”Idiot would be too kind a term… Perhaps she would love you…. If you gave her more then a day. You really know so little about what you profess to want? It does not matter what you are, it is who you are. Your choices, your faith, your thoughts and your heart. A few pretty words and a day‘s time does not allow you to learn anything of a persons heart or create love… it makes infatuation. A feeling as childish and shallow as you are behaving. You are acting like a child who has not gotten his way throwing a deadly temper tantrum. You want to be loved? Then try to first learn what it is” She spoke slightly bitterly as he had touched a nerve. He had everything lay before him and now he was throwing it away on a feeling he wouldn’t know if it hit him in the back of the head as she was tempted to…She shook her head, turning her back to him and taking a deep breath.
”I have a job to do at the Inn… I can waste no more time here or a demon may escape it’s cage… I had not realized shaya and her ghosts had sped up the time table so…I thought I had more time to be here..” Chandra sighed and shook her head, starting down the mountain in quick leaps. She could not fly… but her agility made it seem like she was, only the sound of her boots on the rocks told a different story.
"Or necromancy." Ti said softly, tugging a scrap of cloth from his pocket to clean his blades. "Thank you, Shaya-san, for your assistance. I do not mean to sound ungrateful, but please do not interfere with my fights unless I am actually in danger of death or grievous injury." he said voice calm, almost unemotional. He sheathed his blades before giving her a slight bow. "I am known to be somewhat... unpredictable, A berserker of sorts. I do not wish to accidentally injure you instead of my target."
He then turned to Mei, offering the rag to her as he spoke. "I ask the same of you, Mei-sama, please do not aid me unless I ask or am in danger." he said, bowing low to the dragon.
”Very well…” She said quietly to Ti, not responding to the term ‘kill’. She didn’t know what else to say… So she let herself fall into silence. The truth was this worried her… they had not been able to possess bodies like this with the protections she had before… was she weakening? What was going on? What if her powers failed her now too?
"Of course," she replied. "I ask the same, though I fear my competence with this blade may require me to ask assistance." She walked over to Ti and Shaya, look of disgust still on her face. "At least they are not hard to... kill," she said, having no better word. Can one kill the dead? It certainly seemed so, in this case. "We should keep moving, the longer we wait, the more they can gather." And if the dead could be possessed, could the living? If Shaya's protection failed, would they be forced to turn on each other? The dragon cast these thoughts aside, best to worry about it when, and if, it happened.
Hunter sat and thought. As he was dragged once again and ended up on the ground. Zanthe flew over to Chandra, and nustled into her slightly. "Thank you" Zanthe smiled. "I'm sorry" Zanthe shook his head and followed her back to the inn. Hunter stomped as he walked. He knew he couldn't face Kim, and he started to run. He ran and ran, till he found himself back at the inn, and walking in slowly.
Charrie ProfilesX
Name: Hunter Koffter
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Elf, and Necro
Lives: Anywhere he can find.
Name: Zanthe
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Dragon, and Demon Prince (he's harmless)
Lives: Caves, streets, and underground
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She glanced up at Zanthe, surprised. She tensed at the nuzzle at first but then gave him a slight smile. She shrugged off his thanks and sighed, simply shaking her head a moment. At first she stared at the ground, still leaping slowly, and it was a few moments before she could speak. She was in her own thoughts, thinking of things she’d rather not.
”It is not your fault… he is young.. Perhaps he will learn…I imagine he will give you more trouble first. He is like another I met once. They think they are in love the second a woman shows them kindness or sometimes even a pretty face. They do not yet understand… and for that they break their own hearts a thousand times…but I have a deeper matter to attend to, you should stay with him, safer….” She shook her head, frowning to herself. She did not know how to get into the underground yet… she would have to find it. She had not yet found the entrance…
"I agree, the faster we move, the less likely it is for them to converge." he said, giving a short nod to Mei. If he had any of the same worries as the other two, he did not show it. He seemed to be fully concentrated on the task at hand, even to the point of draining the emotion from his face and voice.
To him, this was nothing more than another mission to complete, just as he had done so many times for his father's court. The only difference this time was that there was no set target and that he had chosen this task on his own. Further more, it was to help someone with no pretense of payment or gain. Behind the mask, he smiled. It was a remarkable feeling, really, and one he would make sure to feel again.
A noise broke him from his thoughts, eyes snapping up to look for the source in the darkness around them. After a moment, he turned back to Shaya and Mei. "Shall we continue?" he said, more than asked.
((I agree, he is quite pretty XD *shoos away naughty thoughts* ))
