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[bubiza]

ѕĸylα

Nodding, Skyla followed Lee to try and work out what exactly had happened. It was strange, really, on why the government simply blew up ships to silence them. After all, they created a lot of resources and jobs, which helped support the fleet. Humans were also known for sticking together. Well, at least, that's what the human preachers had taught the creatures. Skyla's mind switched back to when she was at school. The "Brave and Mighty Humans" as they had been told to call them came in, claiming on how brave they were, meeting a bunch of rowdy creatures in a school. They had preached on how the human race was mighty and powerful, and worked as a team. Well, to Skyla at least, the explosion didn't exactly look like teamwork. More like mutiny to the human race.

She followed Lee, flying up and trying to work out where it was coming from. She could faintly smell burning, and it seemed to be nearby. "Where do you think it's coming from?" she called out to her friend, who seemed to be contemplating something, such as a plan. Skyla wanted to assist in some way, but was worried in case she mucked it up. She had never been the brightest, and her plans only worked if it involved using her physical abilities. It seemed this time, though, that they wouldn't be enough, so she simply followed, hoping to work out something.

ѕαм

Watching out of the window as debris fell from the sky, Sam began thinking about it. Seemed like a government plan to silence the humans. The new state wasn't exactly good, and needed to be stopped. Which would mean that she needed to do something. I've been in the Army, but maybe I could lead one... she thought to herself, hugging the thought. She liked being in charge, as it made her feel somewhat powerful compared to her Army days.
Those Army days.
Her mind suddenly switched back, as she didn't even want to go there. After all, it was a sort of dark secret that she kept hidden. If anybody found out about it, she would be seriously annoyed. The only problem, though, with her plan, is that she needed people to help her. It wasn't something she could do by herself.

Her eyes caught the sight of Skyla and Lee, who were flying off. Maybe she could ask them to help, since they seemed agile enough. They wouldn't be enough, though. Looking round the cafe, she tried to find people she knew. There was only Dylan, who would be as much help as a mosquito, and that automaton she had just met. It was worth giving it a shot, though. She ran up to the Anlut, practically pulling him out of his seat.
"How about an adventure, Dyls?" she said. "C'mon."
"Get off me, Samantha!" he growled, but she wasn't listening, and grabbed him to the arm and led him up to Andy.
"Hey. I know this might seem really weird, but could you help me in something?" she asked, trying to sound as sweet as possible whilst shooting glances at Dylan, who was sulking. "It's kinda important."

((If anybody needs anyone to RP with, Kit and Miles are free. I've updated everything now too. :3))

[intriguing]

~ Natalie Jones ~
"I don't know," Lee called back, "I'm going to find a newspaper, my father and the last man my mother tried to set me up with, they're the three things I think might enlighten us," she said, she gave no reasons for any of the objects she'd mentioned, but she hoped they would help. A newspaper would give her the place they'd blown up, Her fathr would give her the reaons why, and her latest attempt at a suitor, because he was high in the government and easy to charm. She shuddered, he was a disgusting slimeball, but is she wanted to find out what was happening, she'd jsut have to deal with that. "Oh, and if you don't mind I'm going to get my motorbike, in this situation they're better than these wings," she said. her plan complete sense in her mind but was fragmented when she said it. Hopefully it'd turn out well in the end, though then again, maybe it wouldn't - she wasn't sure. Natalie perched on a roof again, gathering her thoughts quickly, then dropped down into the street below, landing right outside the front door of her father's shop 'Jones & Co. Clockwork', the sign read. She pushed the door open and held it for Skyla, the creaking door hit the welcoming bell setting it to tinkle gently...
"Welcome, welcome to Jones & Company Clockwork, how can help you," the words came from a man who was hunched over a work desk, goggles were placed in front of his eyes with various magnifying lenses attached, he was deep at work, but he still looked up to see who this supposed customer was. "Oh, Natalie, I asn't expecting you back until later, how are you my dear?" he asked, pushing the goggles up to his forehead and hugging his daughter. He noticed her peering about, "Don't worry, your mother's not in, you're safe," he said with a chuckle. It was only after this gentle teasing when he noticed the creature standing in his doorway. "Oh, you've brought friends, wonderful, wonderful..." he tailed off, peering at Skyla's wings, "Fantastic, fantastic..." he muttered under his breath, like his daughter he was quite in awe of her wings. He must have seemed an odd sight to her, a spitting image of his daughter. He was man, around mid-forties, quite tall and very slim, his hair seemed practically explosive though, it had that same wave as Natalie's but stuck out at odd angles, very much a bed-head, and his attire was gunarees, again like Natalie, but they were smudge with oill from the clocks and held say, eight different watches, falling from each pocket on long golden chains. Even if he was somewhere else, the street or the shops his job was very easily known. Lee just smiled at her father, "I take it you didn't hear the explosion then?" she said, rolling her eyes, he didn't notice anything when he was making clocks, "And this is Skyla, we're going to do some investigating," she said, and looked to Skyla with a smile and a raised eyebrow, it was her way of asking for agreement.

~ Andrew Luton ~
Andrew had been quite engrossed in reading the newspaper, he;d tuned out the world around him, only briefly noticing the explosion, in fact, he'd forgotten he'd noticed it the minute he resumed reading. He finished all articles of interest and was about to leave when Sam approached him again. His eyebrow curved without him even realising it, she sounded strangely sweet, like she up to something, but he didn't think to judge her solely on the sound of her voice. "Sure, fire away, what'd you like?" he ask, tucking the newspaper under his arm and getting up to look at her. Due to the fact she had used the word 'important', he assumed it wasn't something to be discussed in the busy bakery, mayhaps somewhere more private where conversations were less likely to be overheard.

[Zaphod Riker]

vιvα lα vιdα!
υѕerɴαмe: Nothingale (You can call me Gale if you'd like :3)
ғυll ɴαмe: Vorcom J. Garsenic
ɴιcĸɴαмe (ιғ αɴy): Vorcom
αɢe: Seventeen
ѕpecιeѕ: Human
powers:
looĸѕ: Vorcom is a pale-skinned male with a lean build. He has black hair, and two differently coloured eyes, one bleu, and one green. Vorcom is about five-foot-seven, and weighs about 61 Kilos, and is classified as slightly underweight. Normally, Vorcom is seen wearing a black t-shirt with a bleu Ouroboros on the centre, and grey jeans. On special occasions, however, he can be seen wearing a tuxedo, which he detests entirely. On occasion, he'll be wearing a white shirt with the bleu Ouroboros on it.
perѕoɴαlιтy: Vorcom constantly insults others, supporting his arguments with what seems to be empty logic. In keeping with the jerky theme of his personality, he rarely smiles. He is also often seen screaming, pounding any nearby object into the ground/wall/people, or generally raging when talking to anyone. He is not particularly patient when explaining himself, making even his most sound advice appear to be random insults. He also becomes visibly aggravated when other people are having fun. Vorcom seems to show a softer side that hasn't really been shown before. When Myrine found out the secret about the boy's past, he treats her in a friendly and polite manner, something that he's done only with a select few before. Underneathe, he is really kindred and soft, but he puts up a wall against most people because some of his closest friends betrayed him
ѕтreɴɢнѕ: Vorcom is a human lie detector, he is also good at (lost the word I was looking for...) running, jumping, and climbing.
weαĸɴeѕѕeѕ: Vorcom is quick to anger, and lets his emotions get in the way of his judgement, he holds grudges, and picks fights with anyone he doesn't like.
нιѕтory: (Must I put this? If so, I'll edit it. I have no real idea, so I was planning on filling it in during the RP)
oтнer: Vorcom has an irrational fear of hang-gliding into a flock of angry mallards

ғυll ɴαмe: Myrine R. Peregine
ɴιcĸɴαмe (ιғ αɴy): Myrine
αɢe: Eighteen
ѕpecιeѕ: Shifter
powers: Myrine has four different forms. One is like a light bleu, small turtle, and it can behave like a water gun. This is her easiest forme because it uses less power, and she's easier to transport. Her second is a larger bleu turtle. This one can stand on it's back legs and punch/kick, along with have a water blast that it like a fire hose. This is her favourite because, as Myrine would say, it's rocking awesome to be a fighting turtle. Myrine's third forme is a much larger bleu turtle. This one is much slower, but it's water blast is like what you rip a fire-hydrant out of the ground. This is her least favourite because she deems it as overkill for any situation. Also, there is her human forme :3
looĸѕ: Myrine is difficult to describe, because nobody except her kitsune family has seen her without her normal outfit. To hide her identity, Myrine normally wears an outfit made from spare pieces of grey cloth, and makes it so it's like that of a mummy. Since it is a dress, her legs show, but she wears black leggings. One eye is covered by the cloth, but her eyes are bleu. Her hair is black, but it's hard to tell because she hides it under the bandages. Myrine is considerably lighter in human forme, weighing only 45 kilo's, and being five-foot-two.
perѕoɴαlιтy: On the surface, Myrine comes off as a rather silly and lighthearted person, frequently engaging in comical behavior and retaining her unseeable grin even while making threats. She displays a childlike amusement for new situations whether or not they prove adverse or even potentially fatal, has a penchant for wandering off on her own only to collapse in the middle of a street, and is infamous for having a voracious appetite despite never carrying enough cash to feed herself. Even with all these flaws, she is extremely personable and her particularly complimentary nature easily gains her the friendship and trust of those around her.
ѕтreɴɢнѕ: Water, if that isn't apparent from her multiple turtle formes, and she is also skilled in getting into everywhere she isn't supposed to be.
weαĸɴeѕѕeѕ: Despite being water, Myrine has a big fear of fire, and is unable to run for long period of time in human forme. She also is rather shady, giving others the impression that she's bad, when she's a good person.
нιѕтory: (Same as Vorcom)
oтнer: Inside her room, which is essentially a run down apartment, she has a bed with turtle based comforters, and a turtleshell shaped rug. Myrine herself has two pet turtles, Yin and Yang, occasionally, she'll have a tote bag with a turtle on it, and normally has a staff with a (dun dun DUN) turtle topper.

ιɴтrodυcтυry pαrαɢrαpн: (One, my posts will be prettier, this is just here.)

Myrine looked around the corner of one of the buildings, making sure nobody has seen her. Being a very social Kitsune, Myrine wanted to find friends, but ones in the same situation she is. The bandaged kistune looked about, and saw nobody there. Yes! She thought, and ran across the street, narrowly avioding a car, and barely noticing a few passersby. Myrine sighed, and continued running, the turtle staff on her back, and one of the bandages keeping it in place. Once she got into a different alleyway, the kitsune sighed, and took the turtle staff in her hand before looking around. She climbed up high enough to the rooftop, stabbing the staff into the rooftop to aid her to get to the top.

Myrine looked to the right of her. Nothing, only more of the slums she calls home, and Vorcom's shack of a house. She then looks towards her right, again, an expanse of grey painted her vision, as it did when she looked forward. Myrine sighed, and wondered if she would ever get out. The kitsune unwrapped the bandages, knowing nobody was around to see her, and redid her black hair into a bun. She looked behind her, to see the shining lights of the human region of the London district. I may not be accepted widely, but I can still pass myself off as human... She thought, and redid her bandages, covering her left eyes and hiding her hair. After that chore was done, the Kitsune began to run towards the bright lights, putting the staff underneathe the bandages that held it before.

[bubiza]

ѕĸylα

"Ah, yes." she smiled. "Pleased to meet ya, Mr. Jones." She flew over and picked up his hand, shaking it excessively. "You're shop's very nice." She wasn't lying, and found the various clocks rather amusing to look at. She had never really owned a clock of her own, unless it was a small one from a bin that was the wrong time. The healthy ticking noise was appealing to her ears as well, and she instantly liked it. She nodded at Natalie, before flying forwards whilst in a mood of consideration. Lee's dad seemed to care for her, unlike her own, who was more interested in his other daughters, whom he doted on due to the fact they were so girly. Skyla wasn't bothered, though, and was more an independent person. She flew up to Lee and stood, folding her arms.

ѕαм

"Well, you see, there was kind of an explosion about... five minutes ago?" she said, trying to find the right ways to word her sentence.
"Don't listen to her! She's mad!" Dylan cried, glaring at her angrily. Sam ignored him, and continued.
"Well, you see, I was thinking that maybe we should try and work out what's going on. And you seem like the kind of person who I'd need to help me. So what do ya think?" She brushed a strand of hair out her face with her hand, and started tapping her foot impatiently. She was a quite fast person, and never liked waiting for things. After all, she was determined to work out what had happened, and was going to find out, even if it meant having to be stuck with some guy who she didn't particularly like.

"Actually, it's probably best if we go somewhere else, to be honest. Don't want any government officials overhearing." she muttered, trying to think of a place that would be private enough and away from everybody else, although she still wanted to find where Skyla and the human had got off to.
"Maybe my house? I mean, it's secure enough, and only down the road. And after all, doesn't have any roof damage." she said, smirking at the last sentence and looking at Dylan. She enjoyed winding him up, only because she knew she was allowed. She wouldn't wind up anybody else, though, such as Andy. Only those who she knew more than they thought she did.

((Accepted, Gale. :3 There's a few people randomly dotted around who are free to talk to. Some of my charries are, but I don't know how long I'll be able to stay online for. The re-cap on the front page has been updated too, if you need to know what's happened so far. Any other questions, just ask.

Off-Topic: Man, I can just taste chocolate. Probably because I ate a whole Easter egg, even though I shouldn't have. *is seriously too greedy for my own good*))

[Zaphod Riker]

<Which of your charries are open?>

[LEAVING]

(Hey Llama. I would join, but no way I could type 2 paragraphs every thing I just wanted to say hi~)

[bubiza]

((Hey, Aura.

Kit and Miles are free. Miles is in the middle of the creature road and Kit is just kind of sitting on the kerb somewhat near Miles, so you could include both if you wanted, since they're quite close to each other.
I'll probably be able to be on for about another ten-twenty minutes, then I'll have to go.))

[Zaphod Riker]

Myrine Peregine


Myrine was walking down the creature road, keeping mostly to the shadows and
hiding from the rest of civilization. The bandaged kitsune had her TurtleStaff in
hand, and looked both ways before crossing the street. Of course, her 'normal'
way of crossing the street was pola-vaulting herself across, and hoping to stick
the landing. She ran, and stabbed the TurtleStaff into the ground as she flung
herself into the air, and landed across the street, wiping out as she landed...
Ouch...

The kitsune was never great at doing such acrobatics, but began to get to her
feet when she fell again, holding her knee in pain. Myrine struggled to her feet,
forced to use her TurtleStaff as a crutch. Myrine and her stupid antics and sly
ways of getting herself hurt. The Kitsune sighed as she looked at her knee, the
black leggings she wore weren't torn, but it was easy to see she was injured.

[bubiza]

ĸιт

Kit saw Myrine fall, and immediately rushed over to see what was wrong. "You alright?" he asked, slightly concerned about the wellbeing of the kitsune, who seemed to be in pain. "You kind of landed awkwardly, but I'm no doctor, so I can't examine you." He held out his hand so she could pull herself up, and gave her a reassuring smile. "The name's Kit. Well, Christopher Moreno, but nobody calls me that. Who are you?" He'd never seen another kitsune before, since most of them tended to be from Japan, so it was always nice to see somebody of his own species in London.

"If you don't mind me asking, what brings you to London?" he asked, genuinely interested. There weren't really that many people who were around his age, so it was a reasonably good change to see somebody who he could hopefully make friends with.

((Sorry for the amazingly short post, but I need to go now. I'll be on tomorrow, so see you then. :3))

[Hobo!]

Luna tore her eyes from the falling debris and shook her head a bit. "Oh.. Yeah." She said, giggling lightly to herself. "Lets. I may buy something myself if there's anything good.. Although I did just spoil myself." She said, motioning to the pants and shirt she had on currently. "Just lovely, don't you agree?" She said, pushing her lost memories to the back of her mindas she caught up to Asher instead of being pulled now.
"Well, here it is." She said about a minute later. It was a dingy looking place, especially from the corner lot it had at the moment. "Thrift sweet thrift." She said, pushing a fake tear off of her cheek as she pushed open the door open and calling out to her creature friend and the owner "Heyyyo sir Ian!" He replied back with a familiar grunt and she nodded towards Asher "New friend, aren't you proud?" He grunted once more, in a more high toned way. "Well, heres the clothes!" She said, smiling and waving a hand to the wall and boxes off to the right.