An Atypical RP—open

[arisyev]

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title ;; The Lithe
full name ;; Piper Ale Whitte
alias ;; Pip, Little Pip.
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gender ;; presumably
male.
age ;; eighteen.
orientation ;; pansexual.
form ;; human male.
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Pip rolled over onto his back, paying little attention to the world around him. At the moment, the ooze being just focused on sleep. The matter of sleep was of little importance to a creature such as himself. Nevertheless, it felt good. It was then that he noticed his bed felt much more comfortable than usual, and was there suddenly more blankets covering him? At first, he dismissed his thoughts as to be the confusion felt when one was between awake and asleep. But as he slowly became more alert, he could no longer fight the urge to open his eyes. He was in a far different setting than what he suspected to wake up to. Normally, he would've opened his eyes only to see the run down, cold, little cabin in the woods. Many would've thought his home to be disastrous, especially given the fact there wasn't any running water. But he didn't need warmth, food or water. All he needed was shelter and solitude. So, he was used to waking up see the little cabin. Now, however, he was in a warm and cozy room complete with an unbroken window and dresser - there was even a little desk to read by. Any normal person would've shot up right out of their bed and raced out of the room without so much as checking to see if they had everyday clothes to change into. Speaking of which; he didn't change into pajamas, he just wore his day clothes. However, he was running low on energy given the fact he cannot morph in his sleep. He rose from the bed in a way that made him look almost as if he were in slow motion. Without warning, he morphed his arms and legs only slightly before shrinking them back to normal size. That should be just enough energy to figure out what was going on.

He made his way to the door and opened it, sticking his head outside. He noted the empty hallway before he blinked upon the sound of not-so-distant voices. He stepped outside his room, the floor beneath him creaked as the door behind him clicked shut. He morphed down into his true form as to silently crawl down the hallway. He paused near the stairs and morphed back into his human form, he peaked over the railing. Pip cringed upon the sight of a group of people around a desk. The majority of them appeared normal, but he knew well that appearances can lie. It wasn't long before he spotted a man with a tail and a doberman with a backpack. His pale, glowing eyes addressed each individual. He felt as if he missed something important, judging by the arising questions and the papers on the front desk. "Looks as if I missed something." He announced. However, his voice did not escape into open air. Instead, it ignited within the minds of all the beings he could see. He knew well that his voice sounded very different to each individual.

[Loch Ness]

Verath Caraz

Verath heard the woman call the group over, so he began drifting towards the door, ignoring the others. No one made any moves to engage him, but that was how he liked it. Suddenly a voice in his head made him stop in his tracks, turning back into the room.

"Looks as if I missed something"

In his mind, it was a familiar voice. A voice he hadn't heard since he came here. "Madame?" he inquired softly, more to himself than anyone else. His eyes flicked around the room, searching for the origin of the voice. As his eyes settled on the dark figure at the top of the stairs, something told him the voice had come from there. He studied the dark figure, and he could feel its glowing white eyes studying him too. How did this creature steal Madame's voice? He didn't want to attract attention from the rest, but his eyes asked the question. "Who are you?" He walked a few steps closer, almost as if in a trance. A million thoughts flew through his head, but he held the creature's eyes, trying to pry into its soul and discern its intentions.

[arisyev]

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title ;; The Lithe
full name ;; Piper Ale Whitte
alias ;; Pip, Little Pip.
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gender ;; presumably
male.
age ;; eighteen.
orientation ;; pansexual.
form ;; human male.
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Pip's eyes appeared to see everything and nothing all at once. It was difficult to read a being such as himself. He usually kept his expression in either a serious or displeased state, eyes often reflecting negative emotions. He noticed that the last man his gaze reached appeared to be studying him quite throughly, as if in attempt to figure him out. The ooze being tilted his head to the right ever slightly. He leaned on the railing and placed his arms upon it. He spoke as his gaze turned to the elderly lady almost directly beneath him. "Simply refer to me as Pip. How about your name? Perhaps you could tell me something about this place?" He questioned the black haired man, his gaze flickering back to him.

[subtle fox]

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Name → Benja Verhoeve
Location → outside Inn
Tagged → Tatum
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"Yes, I have heard that already today." Benja jerked his thumb in Meche's direction. "And honestly, something stronger is sounding better by the minute. But The Innkeeper says that stuff is only for the holidays. We're out of luck." Shrugging, he turned to face Tatum, then stared over her shoulder at a structure beside the Inn. "Excuse me for a moment, would you?" He hurried to the Innkeeper, disregarding her sour look.

"Those are stables there, yes?" He pointed to the long building. "What animals are they for?"

She glared at the young man as he approached. Here was yet another question, one with an answer that she could have told everyone if they only would follow her, rather than stay inside or start their own conversations. "Animals Appear, too. Usually they are companions of the newest arrivals. If you believe one of yours came with you, you may investigate; after I show you around Home."

Growing up as the youngest in a large family had taught Benja when he could ignore his elders. Now was one of those times when he shouldn't, but was going to anyway. With a few long strides he was apart from the group, and bringing his fingers to his lips he let loose a piercing whistle. A moment passed, then a whinny echoed from the stable. Sounds of hooves hitting a door with increased annoyance followed soon after, and he hurried into the structure.

Hardly waiting for his eyes to adjust he found himself in front of the stall, a worried horse lipping his hair. "Mijn slimme paard, mijn wijze ros. Heb je me hier te volgen? Silly thing." After a few more minutes of consoling and petting, and a promise to return, he walked back to the group.

"Well, now that everybody who is smart enough to follow has come, let us proceed." Setting a brisk, busy pace the Innkeeper led the group to the courtyard's entrance. "As I said earlier, you stay at the Inn for your first week. After, if you haven't Disappeared, you may either remain in the Inn or find a house willing to take you in. Often you will find open arms with the farmers; they always need another pair of working hands."