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[idyllic]

(Okay, really sorry, but my form is up. I've had tests the last couple weeks, though I know I should have gotten it done sooner. But it is done now!)

[lynettetan1]

(My form is done. )

[Elemental Rift]

{{ there will undoubtedly be a shortage of time for me to use on cs tomorrow (and, possibly, sunday.) therefore, although this will be starting as promised and i will not impose a "pages without me" limit, ask me any questions you may have right now.

J wasn't the least bit content with his current condition, but it was what a demon deserved.
His body was splayed on a bench, his mind screaming obscenities; his arms were aflame with pain, and whatever the hell dictated he feel like this, he hated. His jacket was intact. His jacket was always intact. He hissed, rubbed his arms; raised a hand to his forehead, got up. Stood. There was nothing in standing, nothing in seeking out the attention of the inane dangers that fled straight to him, but he did it anyways, because he was dead. He would've sworn the idiot who did this to him would die today, but there wasn't a chance the salt that had agitated his scars would revive an iota of his energy; he couldn't do anything but wait for the rain. The rain was the only deity around this town.

Murmuring something unintelligible under his breath, J - J; why did he have such a stupid name - stared off into the distance, eyes not yet charred by the liquid brand of demonization; an innocuous shade on a dangerous-looking person, nothing more. He was tired. And when he was tired, he was angry. That was the only way it went these days;
he
was
dead,
and nothing could cure him or his disease, but when energy, when calmness, fell, so did all recognizable traits of humanity. He did not kill in anger; no punishment came with death (of course it didn't, he was a demon for nothing now, there was no reason, he was like this for nothing!).
No, he was not angry. He was ferocious. And with fury came manipulation; with another demon came their death. He was in an instant in pain; he was in another ready to rip at anything he found until it was his; he was, finally, afflicted by a horrible, gruesome sadness. His skin had always been this cage; there had always been a lion's rage at his fingertips; he had always been ready to spring, again and again.

The rain would come in an hour.
There was nothing before this.

[avanhellica]

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◇Feeling◞ bored ◇Where◞ wandering around◇Species◞ Vampire

I was not exactly sure where I was going. Out, I guess, to get some fresh air before the rain came once more. I had went out earlier to feed before promptly going back to the place I called home to sleep. For some reason feeding always makes me exhausted afterwards; tired and bored. So sleep was the only logical thing I could do, for the time being. Now my body craved to get out of the place I called home, possibly find my sister.

I was surprised to hear that she was even alive; my sister. We are not blood related, obviously. If you have not heard of her, then it is good to note she is a shapeshifter. I am a vampire. If our bloods were mixed then I am sure I would either be a shapeshifter or she, a vampire. As I was saying, when thing began to go downhill for our town, we were separated in the chaos that arose after people began to realize the rain was not stopping.

I stayed inside our home for the longest of times, too unsure to come out. I spent those long days writing poetry that is now scattered about the living room floor in heaps and piles of paper and scratched into the walls and wooden surfaces. I only ventured out of my home when I heard someone calling my name. That 'someone' happened to be Raine, who yelled at me and put me in my proper place. I offered for Raine to stay with me but she politely refused, enjoying the outdoors and wandering around much better than being cooped up in side some rickety house all day. She visits often, though, and I know I am lucky to still have a family member alive.

I squint at the sky as I start to trudge along an invisible path eaten up by weeds and grass. The sky is a dark swirling mass of clouds with a greenish tint. Like a combination between the clouds right before an oncoming tornado and hurricane combined. The wind tousled my already-always-messy dark hair. I glanced around, hands shoved deep into the pocket of my jeans. My only pair of jeans. Don't worry, I keep them clean by hand washing them, so they looked pretty old but no one really cared anymore. Fashion wasn't what was important. Living was.

"Well don't you look like a ball of sunshine?" Came the melodious voice that I had grown so accustomed too.

I made a face and continued walking, listening to the approaching footsteps behind me. "Anything involving the sun cannot be that good." I replied. Humor was never really my forte and my sister often teased me because of it.

"I'm surprised you actually came out today." She said, catching up to me and matching her own stride with mine. I turned my head slightly to get a better look at her. Raine's hair was still the lavender color it was from when I last saw her, but she looked far more feral and wild. She always looked like she was getting stronger.

"Surprised? When was the last time you talked to me? I come out a lot more than before," I stated, which was true. "You just do not visit me as much."

I stopped walking when I spotted a stranger sitting alone on a bench. Raine cocked a perfectly arched eyebrow at me and I shrugged. The rain would be coming soon after all. "Hey!" Raine called, beating me to it. "The rain's coming soon, have a place to stay? My brother here has one."

I gave an awkward wave of my hand. I always offered my home up to people, as long as they did not look too suspicious. I am not really scared of anything, I mean. I am a vampire. I can always fight if I need to and I know my sister always has my back.

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[lynettetan1]

When is the next full moon?)

The sky was really pretty when it wasn't raining. Alair stared at the dark brooding clouds, smiling at the little hints of blue that were left. It wasn't until the clouds mashed together to form a dreary grey overhang that she stopped trying to look for patches of clear sky. She was bored. There wasn't much to interest the female as she lay in her... Unusual position. She was sprawled on a bench, her hands interlocked and on an arm rest as they formed a cradle for her head as she stretched out, legs resting on the other arm rest. Her olive eyes searched for something else to interest her, but finding nothing, Alair simply closed her eyes, preparing to go to sleep.

That was when an uneasy feeling hit her, making her eyelids flutter and reveal the sleepy orbs underneath. Making an unintelligable sound the sounded like a mix of a groan and a yawn, Alair searched for what had awoken her. Two humanoids, coming toward her. One smelled like the wild, a little like her, but with more control, probably. Not like her, but wild in her own way. But it was the other scent that had woken her. Stale, cold, it smelled like the unchanging, a smell that had never changed over the years, and would never change in the years to come. Unnatural. Immediately, Alair, heaved herself into a sitting position. She secretly felt more secure that way. It was weird, how she normally felt at ease with everything. But vampires just made her feel just a tang uneasy. She wasn't exactly sure why, but a gut feeling told her it wouldn't be good news if one bit her, even with her fast recovery.

The girl called out, and Alair looked up. They were speaking to her, obviously. There wasn't exactly anyone else out here. She offered Alair a place to stay the night, and the girl grinned happily at her words. She stilled a bit when she realised it was the vamp's place, and she wondered. She had no home ever since that night when she'd awoken on the outskirts of this town, and the thought of having a roof over her head, no matter how temporary, was so enticing she all but shoved the gut feeling aside.

Waving back excitably, Alair grinned. "I do need one, so I'd be very glad if you would have me." She said, running a hand through her short red hair as she went over, and held out the other hand for a handshake with a friendly smile. "I'm Alair, by the way. Who are you?"

[idyllic]

Aɴᴀᴘʜɪᴇʟ
Tᴀɢs: Nᴏɴᴇ
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{Are the angel's wings visible? Or are they invisible when in their vessel?}

Anaphiel was wandering the empty streets of H, looking for any trouble. It was more or less her job now, to protect this small town. The town wasn't boring, but she always felt a sort of emptiness when she looked up at the rainy sky in H. She felt like she should be doing more, something more important, she was an Archangel, after all. But her job was to watch over this little town, and she would fight for it until her last breath, as that was God's command.

The angel continued to wander, until she stumbled upon a group of people. They weren't having a conversation, well not really. But they were not human, that was for sure. One of her powers was that she could see souls, and these weren't normal human souls. One had a primitive soul, swirling around her madly, another with a more controlled, but still fierce one. The last had a deep, refined sort of mysterious soul, if souls could be mysterious. She continued watch, under the awning of a nearby building.

[Elemental Rift]

{{ exhausted, my apologies!
the next full moon is in approximately two in-universe nights; vessels do not typically have wings, but they can and will appear upon the will of the angelic occupant.

❖ J. BRAND
tags // none; not in extraordinarily close proximity of any groups

Although he had settled in anger, perhaps since he had settled in anger, his mind was translucent, ambiguous, his body screaming for the rain, his soul...nonexistent, mutilated. He had thought that maybe his arms would become part of his exhaustion, useless to him until the rain; this had happened once, twice, three times before, it was inescapable, that did not erase him, didn't kill off the pain. He was standing; he needed to move. He did not want to move. The salt reminded him of something. J didn't need to know what. He was fine. He could not wait another hour. The air had become malodorous and it was driving him insane; it wasn't supposed to be like this before the rain; it wasn't typical of it to be anything but a benign, healing body or, rarely, the force of nature the horses galloped under. Those horses were unnatural, he remarked, glancing at the pavement; svelte creatures, granted, but admiring one would bring him rather close to death. They were ghosts, he supposed, coming in silence and leaving at the sun's call, phantasms whose very coats rippled with power. He had come in contact with one only once, barely escaping unscathed; fear, finally, had rooted itself in his mind.
He was still furious.
A man passed him in the streets that wasn't a man.
The being in him was gone in a second. His heart was still beating.
"A-are you...what are you?" the previously afflicted creature asked. "Furthest thing from an angel you could ask for," J replied, leaning down to the humanoid on the ground. He was nearly certain this man wasn't human; no demon was stupid enough to ride a human outside. "Go," he hissed, gesturing in an indiscriminate direction with what little energy he had. "I can't."
The demon helped the other up.
"Sure you can't, I can barely move my arms because some moron doused me with salt."
A flash of black eyes. The man stumbled away from J, trying his best to flee from him; J did not try to stop him.
Death was not punishment. Fear was, and this man wouldn't risk telling this little tale - if his possession, by some miracle, hadn't been revealed already, it couldn't be masked or "fabricated" in a demon report.

{{ hhh i'm sorry about this too! this was a horrible monologue and i'll just use Saffron for a while along with J so it doesn't feel so awkward having a character being far away from another group

✿ SAFFRON
tags: any // none
Saffron wasn't sure exactly what this thing was, but it was pretty darn fabulous.
She inserted what she had just been informed was a stuffed penguin into her travel bag, slinging it over her shoulder haphazardly. It didn't matter to her whether or not it was adjusted properly; in fact, it was nearly invisible to anyone who would otherwise want to take it because of its appearance, and she believed she could neutralize any dangers by speaking - she, however, wanted to avoid speaking at all costs. She was waiting for the rain, but not because she needed it - because she thought it was a beautiful thing.
Irritably, she prepared to turn back at the notice of three individuals, stopping only as the dual epiphany came that two were female. Deeming it safe to continue on her path, she trudged forward...only to trip. The fall to the asphalt wasn't the worst part, really; the skin on her leg was damaged lightly, but her bag had fallen askew, and she realized all too late that she hadn't zipped it properly. The penguin fell.

[sweater]

{❅ thE PENGUIN I KNOW THE PENGUIN
i know it

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Alex knew it was going to rain soon. Being a capall uisce, he had to completely commit the weather patterns of H to memory if he wanted to thrive and prosper without keeping others from doing so. It wasn't hard to memorize the weather there; it rained at least once a day, though on rare days the sky might be clear of rain. It was vital to know when it was and when it wasn't going to rain, as being forced into shifting without any forewarning never seemed to end well for him or for others; someone usually ended up dying by the time the rain subsided and he was able to shift back.

It certainly wasn't an easy burden to have to carry around, knowing that just a tiny bit of water could put his and others' lives in danger, but it was something he had to live with and he'd figured out ways to prevent himself from transforming involuntarily over the period of time he'd lived in H. If he could find some sort of shelter before the rain hit, he could keep himself from transforming. It was as easy as knowing the general time the rain fell at, what color of clouds promised rain, how long the rain usually lasted, and if he could find available shelter while the rain fell. Although he had times and places down to a science, it really didn't matter half the time. He ended up caught in a downfall often, it seemed.

Alex predicted that the rain would fall in about an hour, give or take a few minutes. The sky was already growing darker, and the minute he realized how the clouds were becoming more and more gray he started to look for shelter. It wasn't always easy trying to get other creatures to let him into their homes; he found that his species was rather frowned down upon, for whatever reason. He supposed that with his immense power others assumed that he abused this said power with malicious intent, which in Alex's case, wasn't the slightest bit true at all. Perhaps that was why he was such an optimist; to get people to change their opinions on him.

He strode down the sidewalk like a man on a mission. He was moving more quickly than usual with less of a bounce in his step; no one had offered him shelter and no one seemed to be willing to, either. This seemed like one of those days where he'd have no choice but to either take shelter under a bench or deal with the transformation the best he could. Despite how unlikely it would be for him to find shelter before the rain hit, he continued on his journey for a safe haven.

It was some time before he came across another living, breathing creature. Alex wasn't the best at reading people - it certainly was not one of his greatest traits - but this man certainly did not give off the best vibe. A second man was stumbling away as though something had frightened him, and Alex was willing to bet that the harasser was the man before him. But, somewhat oblivious and entirely desperate, Alex decided to inquire about shelter anyway.

He stepped in front of the stranger, jogging in place as he spoke. "Would, you, um..." He fumbled with his words for a moment before he could formulate a half-decent sentence. "Would you know of a place where I could go to take shelter from the rain? I have, uh, Ombrophobia." He'd found this big word for this exact purpose; to use it as an excuse to avoid confrontation. The people that lived in H all had different opinions on Uisce, and few of them were very kind. It was better to cover up his true identity and be safe than sorry than wind up dead after finding out the person he was speaking to despised his kind with a burning passion.

{❅ I hope this is alright?
It's almost 1:30 A.M. and I'm exhausted, so it probably won't make a great deal of sense. uwu;
Hopefully it's alright, though. c:

[♔ Lady Luck ♚]

{ This sounds rather interesting! ^w^ I'll post my forums as soon as possible if that is ok? }

[Hakana]

{Anyone can approach Olivier, he's just feeling a bit selfish.}

ＯＬＩＶＩＥＲ . ＴＲＩＰＰ . ＲＩＭＭＯＮ

tags:: Alex

The divine being of french roots was standing inhumanly still, head shoved back against the brick wall and a foot pulled back for support. The air was rich with a storm and he could feel the cool air trace his vessel.
His fingers twitched, he could hardly move his left arm yet. The vessel had been damaged, burned to be exact. He slithered his way inside the man after he had bled out. And he'd stay inside until the man could not longer stand to be his physical appearance.
He glared at the broken limb as an abhorrence of his existence. His own soul had healed it a great deal, but it had yet to regenerate fully. He still had yet to be able to completely move the fingers. But it was intact.
But, taking a broken vessel just because nothing else was quite strong enough for him, made it worth the wait. And he had already stayed inside for an entire week, after healing it and already beginning to feel comfortable; it would be a wasted body without a soul.
This was not his first vessel either, Olivier had taken many over his lifespan that felt just a tinge too long. He drug in a breath at the thought of his previous actions, he felt archaic.
The sky began to litter with clouds that darkened the scenery, he found himself staring at his own reflection in the glass. He had not been alive in so long, just breathing felt awkward.
He rolled back his shoulders, the building was casting a deep shadow over his figure and he realized that he evermore wanted to seek revenge.
Dare he be left in this beholden corner, he shoved his fist through the window; feeling the shards crumble against his skin. He was fast; stronger than ever and never feeling quite so alive.
He growled against the wall, pulling his lips back to reveal pristine white teeth that rolled into a tight smirk. Oh how he desired to feel this way for so long. He could at last stop holding himself back.
Power dripped off of him like a rich cologne - it electrified his very bones.
Olivier rolled his foot over to the moisture congregated concrete, pulling his body upright. He adored the rain just a bit too much to miss it.
He wanted to stand out in the middle of it because it made him feel something. Even if he was stupid enough to lay in the street; he had to feel something, anything but this miserable existence.
He was wearing a dense leather jacket and the same clothes from a week ago, the same thing the man was wearing when he died; everything was black as if he had given himself a funeral at his death. And from the looks of that arm, he must have dipped it in acid.
"Olivier." A British accent rolled in his ear drums, his name purring in his ears so delightfully; he adored his name unlike anything else, it was his and always had been.
"Samuel." He replied sardonically, the man looked at him like he was a scoundrel and he rolled off a low laugh, "Recognized me already, new record." His own french accent was like music to his ears, no matter how many bodies he traveled through; he always managed to keep it.
Samuel patted his back quickly and they exchanged explanations as to why the other disappeared. Olivier found himself enjoying the old friend.
"Gift, I'm sure you'd love to see it again." Samuel slid a blue-stoned ring on Olivier's pointer finger and it elicited a deep smile on the mans face. "Marriage already, quite forward." Olivier commented.
"No one would want to marry you." Samuel shamelessly commented. Olivier laughed outright.
They moved the conversation up street, just in time for Olivier to catch a young man by the throat with his bad arm; trying to find use for it. He smiled, "Couldn't help but overhear, might you enjoy some shelter?"
Sam glared at Olivier, realizing just how aware his friend had come to be. He could smell his inhumanity from a mile away.