Tales of Mysery::Accepting & Just starting!Lots of openings!

[Phantom Lilith]

~~Here ya go. ^^ All done.

::Rose Jane Tyler:: 16 :: Complicated :: Mesmer :: Rebel Camp ::
RJ watched him slide from the log onto the ground. She heard his question, but had no answer for him. She never felt the camp was peaceful and happy. She knew some did. In fact, some people stay at the camp simply because of the "peace". They usually didn't fight with the soldiers. They would offer to cook, work as or alongside the medics, or whatever else they could to help. She just couldn't see where the peace was. This was war. They were constantly on guard. Sometimes they were starving. And people were always dying. She saw the camp as determined, driven, focused, and willing to do whatever was needed, no matter the cost. Still having no answer for him, she simply says, "Yeah."

::King Jonathon Jackson:: 34 :: Open & Single :: Unknown :: Castle's private gathering room ::
The room was circular. In the center was a carpet and coffee table. Surrounding the coffee table and carpet were two loveseats and a large recliner. The room had only one window. It was guarded by a closed red and gold drape. The rest of the room was decorated in reds, golds, and navy colors (the country's colors).

The king waited as one of the soldiers, dressed formally, opened the doors to the room. "Rise for his majesty," he announced, saluting the king. The king did not acknowledge the young soldier. He strolled into the room, dressed in a dark suit and a crown. He walked with his head held high. His stride was casual and confident. He had a neutral smile on his lips. He was not about to give away any sign of weakness. He stood in front of the recliner. "Relax, Ms. Grimm. Take a seat." He motioned to one of the love seats. "Would you like some tea or a muffin.

A man in servant's clothes stood near the door with his head bowed. He lifted his head as soon as the king summoned him. He held a tray of refreshments that he sat on the table. He placed to tea cups on the table and poured them both a serving. He left the plate of muffins and the teapot on the table. He bowed to the king, nodded to Ms. Grimm and then left the room. All the guards and soldiers in the room followed. This would be a very private meeting, as well as dangerous.


::Ivory Ann Dark:: Nineteen :: Single :: Necromancer (with amnesia) :: Central Mysery
Ivory gasped as the boy grabbed her hands and hurried to the doors. She was surprised and a little bit worried but could not form words to say to him. Instead, she let him lead her the way she was planning to go anyway. He slowed at the doors and told her his name. For a moment she didn't respond. "Oh, right. I'm Ivory..." She paused, raking her brain to find her last name. Fortunately, she remembered that. "Ivory Dark." She shook his hand, and gave him a smile.

Just reposting so I don't lose it...

::Ericson Jonathon Lee Jackson: 16 :: Single :: Powerless :: Coffee Shop Jamestown ::
Eric had no idea that his behavior was unusual. He was watched so often by his father, myserians, and more, that he just assumed it was something everyone was used to. He began to wonder why the girl sent him an uncomfortable look. He took a moment to search the newspaper for a interesting article or story. There wasn't much that he didn't know. As king, his father had to be aware of all that happened in the country. Well, accept the small-town stories, which Eric enjoyed. Unfortunately there weren't many in today's paper.

[Ms. Grimm]

:: Ms. Grimm :: 15 :: Necromancer :: Single :: King's Castle

Staring at him as he walked toward her, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow in annoyance at his challenge of dominance. She takes his advise of sitting and does so, crossing her legs and smoothing out her robes. Taking a muffin from the table and watching the servant leave, she turns her attention back to the King.

"So, what is it this time? This isn't some surprise assassination plan, is it?" She says, kind of darkly, in warning. Leaning one arm on the edge of the couch, the takes a bite of the muffin, swaying her foot lightly.

[Phantom Lilith]

::King Jonathon Jackson:: 34 :: Open & Single :: Unknown :: Castle's private gathering room ::
"Madeline, Madeline, Madeline," Jonathon chastised her. "Don't you have any faith in me?" He did not intend to rush this meeting. He wanted the token back but he wasn't about to show her. He had his poker face on and he was ready to go. He took a slow sip of the tea, stirring the cream and sugar around in his cup in between sips. "You should know me a little more than that, dear. You know I would never kill you here." He paused. "That would put blood on the carpet." He paused again. "But mostly, I would make it public for politics. You understand, I'm sure." He raised the cup to his lips again. "Now, don't get me wrong. I could kill you if I wanted to." He gave her a smug but light smile.

Just reposting so I don't lose it...

::Ivory Ann Dark:: Nineteen :: Single :: Necromancer (with amnesia) :: Central Mysery
Ivory gasped as the boy grabbed her hands and hurried to the doors. She was surprised and a little bit worried but could not form words to say to him. Instead, she let him lead her the way she was planning to go anyway. He slowed at the doors and told her his name. For a moment she didn't respond. "Oh, right. I'm Ivory..." She paused, raking her brain to find her last name. Fortunately, she remembered that. "Ivory Dark." She shook his hand, and gave him a smile.

::Rose Jane Tyler:: 16 :: Complicated :: Mesmer :: Rebel Camp ::
RJ watched him slide from the log onto the ground. She heard his question, but had no answer for him. She never felt the camp was peaceful and happy. She knew some did. In fact, some people stay at the camp simply because of the "peace". They usually didn't fight with the soldiers. They would offer to cook, work as or alongside the medics, or whatever else they could to help. She just couldn't see where the peace was. This was war. They were constantly on guard. Sometimes they were starving. And people were always dying. She saw the camp as determined, driven, focused, and willing to do whatever was needed, no matter the cost. Still having no answer for him, she simply says, "Yeah."

::Ericson Jonathon Lee Jackson: 16 :: Single :: Powerless :: Coffee Shop Jamestown ::
Eric had no idea that his behavior was unusual. He was watched so often by his father, myserians, and more, that he just assumed it was something everyone was used to. He began to wonder why the girl sent him an uncomfortable look. He took a moment to search the newspaper for a interesting article or story. There wasn't much that he didn't know. As king, his father had to be aware of all that happened in the country. Well, accept the small-town stories, which Eric enjoyed. Unfortunately there weren't many in today's paper.

[KAZ2Y5WinchesterBaby]

:: Murphy MacManus :: 21 :: Single :: Shape-Shifter :: Rebel Camp

"Aye, so what are your plans today ladies?" Wanting to avoid the war part of a conversation he hoped to bring something nicer up. Looking around he new this small peace would last only a while. The war would once again begin and everyone around the camp would return to their normal, angry, upset, tired, selves. Smiling he looked up at the girls taking another bite of his bread.

[Ephraim]

Eren Xen : Vervex : 15 : Central Mysery Library

"Ivory Dark, huh? That's a nice name!" He responded, vigorously shaking her hand, glad to have met a new person. Her hesitation at telling him her last name confused him, but then again, he had done the same to her. "So, Ivory, what information are you looking for? I could probably help you find it. All I need is a map of the city,so that should be easy. I'll help you in anyway I can, though!" He finished, and stared her in her pretty eyes. "We might need to hurry though. I may have some people coming to try and take me back to... where I came from." That was all he could say.

(Just wondering if the School would send people out after Eren. Also, would I be able to kind of set the weather changes in motion, since my character can predict weather patterns and changes,or cause weather.)

[Birdsie]

19 | Empath | Christopher Storms| In Jamestown

Raising a brow, Chris shook his head slowly before letting out a soft chuckle. He ran his hand through his long brown bangs, attempting to push the hair back, but it just fell into it's place on his forehead. "I'm not exactly sure I can start a Zombie apocalypse, but if it's your idea of fun I'll stand beside you." He said with a laughing smile.

17 | Healer | Xylina | In the Rebel Camp

Xylina stared off into the distance when the others started their talk of war. Well, it wasn't really talk since the topic was quickly dropped, but she didn't know what to say about it. She honestly didn't know what the war was about or why she was on the side she was on. Perhaps it had something to do with her parents siding with the rebels, though they never told her why. The stray hair that had fallen out of her golden braid were slapping her in the face but she wasn't paying attention. She was still staring into the trees, wondering why she was here, with these people when she could have easily had a life of luxury elsewhere.

[jules_]

Quinn Leon l 18 l Necromancer l Jamestown

"I was sort of joking about that suggestion." she laughed, "Maybe we could go talk to the kid that was staring at us, he seems like an interesting guy." Quinn added, turning to look at the table where she had last seen the blond boy. Sure enough, he was still there, reading a paper without a care in the world. "I mean, if he tried to attack us or anything I think we could take him."

[Phantom Lilith]

~Hey everyone! I just wanted to let you know that I will not be on much tomorrow. I will be on my senior trip to cedar point. Then, I will officially be moved into my apartment that night. Problem is, I may not have internet connection... So whenever I Seee you guys, I will see you. I hope I can get the wifi to work. Have a good Thursday and Friday!

~@Funcrazyfish, I never actually thought of wether or not they would. I will leave that up to you. They might decide he's not worth going after or they can go after him. I'll leave that up to you. And yes, he can.

::Ivory Ann Dark:: Nineteen :: Single :: Necromancer (with amnesia) :: Central Mysery
Ivory was silent when he finally dropped her hand. In fact, she was a little worried about being around the boy. People would be after him. Is that really what he had said? She wondered if maybe she had heard him wrong. She had a feeling she didn't though. "I'm looking for..." She wasn't sure she could explain why she was looking for it, but hopefully he wouldn't ask. "Well, I need to find some information about my family." That's normal for people to do, right? What did they call it? "I'm interested in..." She paused trying to find the word. "Genealogy. Yeah, the genealogy of my family." She smiled, hoping it would distract him from thinking she was strange.

::Rose Jane Tyler:: 16 :: Complicated :: Mesmer :: Rebel Camp ::
"Oh," RJ began, "I guess, I'm not really sure what I plan to do today. I guess it depends on what the bosswoman says." She was referring to President Grimm. RJ was never real good at simply hanging around. Heck, last time she 'hung out' with someone, she was actually on a mission to blow up a Myserian weapons arsenal. Yup. That was definitely not how normal teenagers enjoyed each other's company. Especially when it results in injury to you or said friend.

Just reposting so I don't lose it...

::King Jonathon Jackson:: 34 :: Open & Single :: Unknown :: Castle's private gathering room ::
"Madeline, Madeline, Madeline," Jonathon chastised her. "Don't you have any faith in me?" He did not intend to rush this meeting. He wanted the token back but he wasn't about to show her. He had his poker face on and he was ready to go. He took a slow sip of the tea, stirring the cream and sugar around in his cup in between sips. "You should know me a little more than that, dear. You know I would never kill you here." He paused. "That would put blood on the carpet." He paused again. "But mostly, I would make it public for politics. You understand, I'm sure." He raised the cup to his lips again. "Now, don't get me wrong. I could kill you if I wanted to." He gave her a smug but light smile.

::Ericson Jonathon Lee Jackson: 16 :: Single :: Powerless :: Coffee Shop Jamestown ::
Eric had no idea that his behavior was unusual. He was watched so often by his father, myserians, and more, that he just assumed it was something everyone was used to. He began to wonder why the girl sent him an uncomfortable look. He took a moment to search the newspaper for a interesting article or story. There wasn't much that he didn't know. As king, his father had to be aware of all that happened in the country. Well, accept the small-town stories, which Eric enjoyed. Unfortunately there weren't many in today's paper.

[Birdsie]

I'm sorry I haven't been on guys, I've been terribly I'll lately. I promise I'll get to posting when I get home.

[KAZ2Y5WinchesterBaby]

:: Murphy MacManus :: 21 :: Single :: Shape-Shifter :: Rebel Camp

Murph shrugged at RJ's answer. "Guess yur right about that. The boss-women controls the camp," He looked down at his food in his hand. He never understood why the war started or why he had picked the rebel side. Originally he had joined the rebels because his mother had been killed by the army. The people around him were almost like family, he would stick his neck out for anybody here. Though he did not know everyone's name or what abilities they had, if they had any, he still would do anything to protect any of them. Turning his head, he look at Xylina and RJ. This was one of the longest conversation he had every had with someone at the camp and he was happy to say that it was with two women.