Hidden In The Shadows - A fantasy lit/semi-lit RP

[Spaghetti]

(Don't worry, you're not being annoying ^-^
Yeah, I can get something up....oh dear. Sorry, I have to stay at school until 6:00 my time, but I'll be able to post something after >.< Darn school...)

[Soul Of Space]

((Hm.. I'm done with school for now, until tomorrow that is.. My sister has to steal my laptop again (we're all home schooled) because hers crashed yesterday. ): ))

Samantha glanced back over her shoulder as her brother coughed lightly. She grinned, sharp teeth visible as she pounced on him, both of them hitting the ground, rather hard. She flicked his nose, "You should've been prepared." she said flatly, her grin fading away, no emotion visible on her face. She got back to the feet, and offered her hand to help him to his feet.

Cameron took his sister's hand, only to be let go half way up. He growled at her, frowning. He got to his feet, glaring down at her. He saw her shrink back, before she stood back to her full height, three inches shorter than him. He rolled his eyes, "Of course, but then again, why would I?" he shot back, turning on his heel, walking away, her following at his heels.

((Looky x3 perfect targets xDD Good little Shadows...))

[MollySue]

(Recap?)

[Spaghetti]

(Diaspora is hiding by a tree while Midnight and Natsumi are talking near the tree she is hiding by [they know she's there], Dove will be stumbling across Sam and Cam in a moment [I'm working on a post]
I think that's it)

[Spaghetti]

Midnight
"But where am I gonna burn off steam then?!"
Midnight smiled, a soft smile with just the hint of malice. He reached his hand into his boot under the pretense of scratching his ankle, using the movement of his fingers to push the knife up into his palm. Midnight then straighted up, pulling the knife out of his boot in the same movement, keeping it nearly flush against his palm. He slid the knife into the pocket of his jacket; he still did not want to alert the Shadow, but it took too long to get the knife out of his boot in the midst of a fight. It was better to be prepared, always. Midnight walked closer to Natsumi, facing the same direction as her but peering at her face. He shrugged, saying, “We might as well continue further into the forest. It’s a nice night, there’s bound to be something out and about.”

~Diaspora~
Diaspora stopped, cautious for any move from the two Catchers. They still did not seem to know she was there, so she continued, trying to get behind the two.
“We might as well continue further into the forest. It’s a nice night, there’s bound to be something out and about.”
Diaspora had to hide a snicker, but was too late to hide the rather loud cracking noise of a twig under her foot. She cursed silently, they would almost surely find her now. Diaspora changed tactics at the last minute, instead of sneaking behind them she would head for the trees instead. Get above them.
She slunk to the nearest tree, a sturdy looking tree with rather wide branches. Diaspora clambered up the tree as quietly was possible, which was, pretty quiet. She sat and watched the two Catchers, waiting for them to come closer so she could strike.

(Sorry for how long it took me to post such fail >.< I'll post with Dove soon, Dead Poet's honour)

[aieralyn]

Natsumi:

Natsumi saw Midnight smile out of the corner of her eye. He then straighted up and walked closer to Natsumi, facing the same direction as her but peering at her face. He shrugged, saying, “We might as well continue further into the forest. It’s a nice night, there’s bound to be something out and about.”
She groaned in frustration, and heard a twig snap behind her. It took loads of effort to stop herself from attacking from right there, frontal attacks being her usual style of fighting, but she managed to turn and look at Midnight for a bit. She didn't see where the shadow went, due to her blind spot, and relied on Midnight to give a signal to attack.
But in moments, she heard another small creak a little in front of her, but above. She was angry at herself for letting the shadow get above, but she changed tactics and started playing along with the shadow.
"I know there's sure to be a shadow somewhere, but I was counting on stumbling across one. I don't want to go look for them!" She complained. She started to walk lazily towards the point right underneath the tree where she heard the shadow. She was willing to bet that it was along one of the main branches rather than on a thinner branch. Natsumi paused, resting her hands on the hilts of her twin daggers.
"At this point, I may as well go back," she sighed.

[Spaghetti]

(@Kianake Sitikara; Is it alright if I powerplay Natsumi a little? It won't be anything much, just Diaspora shoving her from one of the lower branches of the tree -is unsure if that counts as powerplaying or not-

@Cookie Monster; I'm finally working on a post, sorry it's taking so long v=v
Also, where are Sam and Cam?)

[Soul Of Space]

((Around alleys and such, not really doing anything. Sammy's just annoying her brother.. like usual. x3 and it's fine, I had things to do... and I'm baking a cake right now so...))

[aieralyn]

((@Spaghetti: That's fine, and I don't consider that powerplaying, and I'm usually okay with some control over my characters. But if you do something drastic like kill one of my charries... Well thats different. XD But thanks for asking anyways. ^.^))

[Spaghetti]

Midnight
Midnight stiffened as he a crack of a twig. His eyes scoured the forest, himself not moving, but only detected the slightest flicker of movement. Not enough to warrant a good shot. Or throw, in Midnight’s case. He slid the knife farther up his hand, careful not to cut his palm and keeping his hand by his side.

“I know there’s sure to be a Shadow somewhere, but I was counting on stumbling across one. I don`t want to go look for them!”

Midnight smiled, following slowly after Natsumi as she walked closer to the tree nearby where he, and obviously her too, had heard the Shadow. Midnight stopped right under the tree, flopping to a sitting position and leaning back against the tree. His posture had changed slightly though. It was no longer lounging and lazy, it was alert and prepared. Midnight was not worried about having to stand at a moment’s notice, he knew how fast the Shadows could attack and this was what he trained for anyways. Besides, it would only take a few seconds to stand from this position; one hand still grasping the knife, both hands lightly resting on the ground on either side of him, knees pulled up to his chest, and weight resting lightly on the front of his feet.

“At this point, I may as well go back.”

Midnight rested his head on his knees, keeping one eye on the tree. “Yeah.” He sighed. The Shadow would have to attack soon, Midnight knew from experience that Shadows did not leave prey easily. Shadow Catchers or not, Midnight and Natsumi were here, and they seemed unprepared. Perfect timing for the Shadow in the tree to attack.

~Diaspora~
Diaspora froze as Natsumi walked forwards. Ohhh craaappp….She ducked down under the leaves, trying not to be seen by either Midnight or Natsumi. She snuck down a few branches, closer to where Midnight was sitting, vulnerable, and where Natsumi was. Perfect. Diaspora snickered, not even trying to hide it now. This was perfect. And there was no way Diaspora would let this opportunity pass. She giggled, a dark giggle. Diaspora judged the distance with quick flickering eyes. The distance from the branch she was perched on to Natsumi. Time to start this. She scootched to the end of the branch, not caring now if either of the two Shadow Catchers saw her. Diaspora leaned over, smiling at Natsumi, and shoving her with two hands on her shoulders. She dissolved into a fit of snickers and giggles. This would be fun.

Dove
Dove continued through the city, alert and listening. She caught the noise of some people talking. Following the noise, Dove paced a little ways through an alley, spying two figures. I wonder who that could be? Her first thought was Shadows. That was always her first thought, even with her brother. She walked closer to the figures, unable to see the colour of their hair in the dark shadows of the alley. All she knew was that the colour was dark. Dove taped two fingers on the edge of her spork, keeping it at the ready. “Who are you two and why are you out here this late at night?” She growled low udner her breath.