Under the Sea (Closed, See V2!)

[owl0430]

The Wish Keeper~
''my life could never be in danger, i could just wish on my own scales''he said eyes narrowing.''the only times i even give the slightest of care , is the times when it is my own brethren, who are , as to say, full, sea serpent.my scales on the other-hand asking for just one scale is a bit much, and every wish comes with a price. for example, to bring back a loved one who had passed away,takes a few years of your life, or changing what species you are is either permanent, or can be very painful. i prefer ,not, to be plucked while they are still on me.they shed on their own over time, then new ones come to replace them.i keep them, where you shall not find them.now, one more thing.while i very much do appreciate your begging and kneeling, like i am royalty, in which i am, i will give you one scale.''he said and used his tail to give them one scale.''now, don't go trying to use it to wish for more scales, they don't work like that. you now have a count of three to leave,before i attempt to eat you. i have grown , to like the idea of atlantian sushi.and if you try to ask for more scales i will eat you immediatly.now, for the count down.....one.....two'''

[Methalis]

(Bump.)

[superirl202]

(Sorry! I've been busy with some spring break packing- I'll get up a response after school)

[padlock heart]

Had her speech affected him? Sapphire never knew that. She thought singing only affected humans. Then again, she had never spoken, much less sang, to a human before. "It's...nice to meet you Jacob." She replied. she bit her bottom lip a little, shyly. "um, i heard you were looking for merpeople?" she asked.

[imaginationmaster]

Nichole Knight's cold eyes softened for just a moment when the young siren asked about the others. The girl is truly caring. The scientist nodded, letting her false charming persona once again take over, "Oh of course dear, they will be absolutely fine," she said giving a fake smile, "They just have a few things to work through." Leading Midge down the hall she said, "Now, let's see what we can do about that wing of yours."

Rose let her smile fade for just a moment; it was clear that something was not right. Quickly regaining herself, Rose looked back up at Gene, "Well it is nice to meet you," she said. Then she turned to the tall man standing at the intern's side. Concentrating on his face, she tried to place him somewhere in her mind, and could not help but feeling defeated when she failed. "Hello," she said to him, "What is your name?" Fortunately, Paul was ahead of the game and had grabbed a notebook and pen. Quickly he scribbled out a message and turned it around for Rose to see. Hello Rose, my name is Paul. We are friends. Rose looked at the message and smiled. "Well, hello Paul." The siren did his best to return a smile, but could not help but feeling crushed. He decided that it would be best not to officially introduce himself until his daughter could remember a bit more, even if that may never happen.

{I am starting to plan in my mind how Nichole is going to return to her old crazy self. To do this I think I am going to create a fourth character, specifically made for Nichole to catch and experiment on. This character will most likely not be around long.}

[Methalis]

(Sorry! I've been busy with some spring break packing- I'll get up a response after school)

(Arighty. We'll be around.)

[Teekl]

[sorry sorry sorry for taking so long, I have to go away for a week starting tomorrow but I felt like I owed it to you guys to post something before I left ^^]
[Potterhead, accepted!]

Name: Slade Lennon
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Species: 90% Human/10% Atlantian
Occupation: Aspiring Scientist
Tags: Luna

Slade looked on apathetically, the wickedness within having taken complete control. "I'm sorry. I have a promise to keep, people to meet, awards to win. Nothing personal," he explained, tightening the ropes and making sure none of the rigging had been damaged before preparing to take Luna to the surface. He didn't have access to any special, fancy lab equipment that might make his job easier, but he could drag the net and its contents along the ocean floor until he reached an underwater hill that led to the shore. He did so and made considerably good time, although swimming and dragging something at the same time are not an easy combo. He poked his head above the waves and winced as the painful transfer from gills to lungs took place. After a few minutes of writhing uncomfortably, he gathered the last of his strength and hauled the net onto the shore, where it would be harder for Luna to struggle. "I'm sorry it had to come to this, but I doubt you would've come peacefully." he calmly walked over to a cluster of rocks, reached in, and retrieved a sleek black iPhone with a teal skull on it. He dialed a number, having resourcefully taken note of the one that the receptionist used, and held the device to his ear. "Dr. Hamilton?" he asked, using a hushed tone as not to attract the attention of anyone who might be walking across the beach. Unfortunately, a series of ringing and beeps confirmed that the line was busy. Who was Dr. Hamilton talking to, he wondered? Frustration was mounting. He felt as though his current position was temporary, that he couldn't wait on this beach forever...something would happen to him. Something that would change him. Time was of the essence. In blind fury, he abruptly hung up, then violently punched in the number again, to make sure he got it right. Maybe he'd dialed the wrong number by accident...the line was still busy. He cursed.

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Name: Midge Pearson
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Species: Siren (Bird-Variety)
Tags: Nichole Knight

Midge nodded agreeably, cooperating without much of a fuss as the nice lady led her down the hallway to have her wing treated. She was beginning to feel the throbbing again, which was starting to turn into shooting pain, which made her wince ever so slightly. "It still hurts," she reported dutifully, wondering if this information was even relevant but deciding that she should be as open as possible to help the procedure.

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Name: Eugene "Gene" Niles
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Species: Human
Occupation: Science Intern
Tags: Rose, Paul

Gene could see the slightly disappointed expression Mr. Knight wore when his own daughter did not recognize him, and the intern could definitely empathize. This must be what family members feel like when someone they love gets amnesia... he thought to himself bitterly. It was absolutely awful. All those memories, not myriad but meaningful, wiped away in an instant. It was like getting slapped in the face and not being able to do anything about it whatsoever. "So...are you feeling...alright?" he asked, unable to recall if he'd asked her that earlier. "I mean, you're sure you don't feel funny or anything?"

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Name: Neron
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Species: Half-Sea Serpent, Half-Human
Tags: Hamilton

Neron felt as though he'd been wasting away in that tank for ages now. The din of the recording had slipped into the background, although he was still half-conscious of the noise. A dreadful thought occurred to him - sea serpents could live to be hundreds if not thousands of years old, depending on the variety...who was to say that Neron didn't possess longevity? Who was to say that he wouldn't spend five centuries in this tank before he passed away of natural causes, if this human's wicked instruments of torture didn't kill him first? He'd never known his father - he didn't even know what kind of a serpent he was supposed to be, or how long he was supposed to live, but it was disconcerting to think about. Or worse...what if he lived longer than Aurora? What if he got out of this tank and escaped into the ocean, only to find that the beautiful siren had been swept away by the sands of time? He'd never asked himself so many troubling questions within the course of 60 seconds. This tank is doing things to you, he thought grimly, a dark glint in his eyes. Recompose yourself. His gaze shifted to the scientist once more, his captor. How he would've loved to strangle him with his bare hands for all the damage he'd managed to cause in one fell swoop.
And then, he left. That human simply upped and left, holding some sort of device in his hands.
And that recording he'd been playing was still going. Slightly garbled, but...audible. Comprehensible. Coherent enough to be tangible.
And its words were.......
disturbing.
Especially when he heard the distinctive name crackle through the static - Aurora.
Aurora.
His eyes widened, he pressed himself against the glass. He had to hear it again. He had to be sure. It was a different Aurora. Aurora wasn't an altogether unheard-of name.
"The ocean doesn't abandon its own."
More crackling. Static. The name was not repeated...but Neron knew. Deep down, he knew it was her. His hatred for this human only grew...grew until he could stand it no longer. Despite the freezing temperature of the tank, the subduing injections that had been pumped through his veins, he let out a furious roar. The tank rattled, the room shook. He demanded to be heard.


[aaaand suddenly everyone is clamoring for Hamilton's attention. hehehe CHOOSE]
[aaack I should definitely update the front...soon, SOON!]

[VintageSongBird]

Luna
After struggling relentlesly for so long, she just couldnt anymore. She collapsed on the beach, gasping for breath. She wanted to cry, she wanted to hurt, but she didnt. All she could feel was rage. She recognized the name he said to the phone. No, not him, not Hamilton. She had to get away. She could think of one way, but if it didnt work, it would make things worse. Her rare gift of the ability to transform from merfolk to Avian siren would make her of more interest to scientists. But she was frazzled, and desperate. She transformed, her fin transforming into clawd bird feet, and growing glossy black wings. She attempted to use her tallons to cut the net, but it was going too slowely. She had one other choice. She could use her song. She opened her mouth to sing, but she couldnt...all the anger she had felt moments ago was gone, and she choked back tears. She couldnt do it, not to him. She cursed herself. She hated that she felt this way about him.

[imaginationmaster]

{God bless the poor girl who thinks Nichole is a good person! XD}

"Of course it does dear," the scientist cooed, "Afterall you did slam yourself into an automobile at great speed." Nichole Knight finally reached the small clinic, opened the door, and ushered Midge inside. Walking to the closet at the back of the small room, she called to the siren, "Why don't you sit down dear while I find something to help your wing." She then proceeded to jumble through various bandages and gauzes in the closet.

Rose shook her head, "Not really, I mean a little peculiar I guess, but not exactly not-normal... I think," she replied stumbling over her words. "Though," she said with some hesitation, "I do have the biggest urge to-" Rose stopped herself. This was just all too weird for her. The girl's head seemed to spin as she went past Gene and Paul, leaving the room and dashing with great speed down the hall.

[Methalis]

(Bump)