MaraTwasHere
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Hello my little buttercups~! I have been getting some Private Messages from your fellow Rpers and have come to the conclusion that due to shyness, inactiveness, and multiple other reasons have made my RP become unsuccessful. At this point in time I assumed everyone would have a bonded and we’d be able to progress into the RP. This is not the case. So, I have come to the two decisions of either letting my RP continue being unsuccessful or allowing people to have the option to have their own familiars they have created themselves. The latter, obviously, was probably not the better choice. So congratulations, you’ve worn me down enough to allow this.
Things can go down one of two ways:
1. We restart the entire RP with new characters and modified characters
2. Familiars will be optional to change or switch for non-mythical creatures unless you are someone with the benefits. (If you’re confused feel free to contact me).Alright, so just comment #1 or #2. If you have a suggestion better than either of these options please also leave that in the comments.
The original idea I had for familiars and witches was a test, and if things could have worked out correctly things would have been fun. However, it was a test, and us being humans it’s not unnatural we would be skeptical of most things. And for that, I am terribly dissapointed.However, the arrangement being purposed now will be fun too. So just vote. v=( ಠ◡ಠ ) =v
~Mara~
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“Miss. Commers can you please explain to me from your perspective what’s happened down in your class?” She folded her hands together and leaned forward. “Please look to me, Miss. Commers.”
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Ms. Vine looked up from where her door opened to the main office, she swiped her golden halo of hair back, taking out her ponytail holder so she could re-do the blond locks. When she saw it was the student a teacher had contacted her about, she pointed to one of the two chairs in front of her with a pencil. “Ah, yes, Miss. Commmers. Please have a seat.” She said, her voice monotone for the most part.
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“Sure there is. You’ve never met one?” He shook his head, “Personally, ghosts I find are the most pickiest and rudest beings I’ve ever met. Usually because they’re lost for some reason, usually things involving when they were alive.” Fang shrugged, clapping a hand on her shoulder, “Anyways, don’t worry. This area was purified by some priests before the witches put a ward up. Nothing without wolf blood can come in, and once you’ve crossed into the spirit realm you don’t really have blood anymore.”
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“Yeah, no problem.” He caught a couple of cards in mid-air between two fingers. “And of course there isn’t-” He stood up, moving over to the wall and brushing the hand not holding the cards against the wall. “First off, we’re underground. Second of all…” He turned to look at her with a devilish grin. “This place is supposedly haunted, ooooh.” He wiggled his fingers, causing the two cards to drop.
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“Yeah, Solitary is fine.” Fang sat back against the wall, watching as she stacked the cards up with a grin. “Oh, is that what they were doing in all those movies…” He murmured to himself, pulling at his red edged hair. “Running wild on the full moon is dangerous and that’s just what makes it fun, right? I know my wolf tends to get a bit frisky and excited at the thought. We do it every once in a while at the academy for those wolves that get too stir-crazy. It’s fun, and in the supernatural realm the bigger the pack the safer and more fun. If you’d like, I could talk to Ms. Vine about you running with us on those days.”
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If there was such a way for Fang to hear the intruder in the catacombs, it would have been heard. But in reality there was no such way he could ever possibly know, the ward sealing off their room separating the two almost as though they were in a different dimension. They could not see, hear, or smell anything from the outside. Now someone would ask why this was, and the answer was simple once one traveled down to the catacombs. As soon as Hans would have dropped his foot onto the cement floor he would have stepped in something wet and sticky, and if he could see in this pitched blackness the mystery liquid would have been thick like and red. It would not be much of a surprise, either, for the pooch of death to come down to these catacombs after all the blood shed and restless spirits. A wail would rip through the darkness, a disturbingly savage sound of glee. And foot-steps could be heard like a army, marching from every passage way the catacombs had to offer except that sealed off room and dim glowing for the werewolves there. And if this intruder was unfortunate enough to try and flee to that glowing passage way of light they’d soon discover the ward blocking off all those with no lycanthrope blood.
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“Uh…Goldfish?Garbage?” He laughed with a shrug. “I dont play a lot of card games. Tomorrow I’ll bring some board games here too. Maybe some books.” He checked his watch. It was only 2 something, but the full moon even by day was enough to make his whole academy to go out of commission, so he wasn’t missing any training back at W.I.T.A. Thank god.
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(Classes are over?)
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He grabbed a torch with his fire covered hand. “Yeah, I’m sure the longer you stay here the more they’ll add to make you more comfortable. Takes time to build these places up.” His smiled was a bit lopsided, and he sat down on the floor to cross his legs. “Wanna play with those cards?” He pointed a long finger at the deck.
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A torch sparked to life down the darkened corridor, farther off, and the sound of boots scraping across the cement in an human pace was heard. “Yeah, I’m here.” Within 3 minutes he was by her side, hardly panting with his hand completely engulfed in flame. “The area that’s closed off is this way.” He grabbed her hand in order to not get seperated in these catacombs, who knew how big they were? “Pass one tunnel, then number two…” The third tunnel had a faint glow to it. “Here we are.” Inside was a circular room rather large and seemed to be swept clean. Hanging from the short ceiling were random colored bags of mixtures known to relax wolves. The faint glow in the room came from what looked like a faint gold visible ward. “We can get in,” He moved through the ward, that seemed to brush through his insides, as wards did, “But nothing else can. Only wolves.”
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“I wouldn’t tell my father about that failure, then.” Blaise said, explaining to the quite distraught henchman at the gate of her home. “You couldn’t have known, her power. I hadn’t expected such power either.” She smiled, clapped a hand on his shoulder. “But I’ll retrieve her, after I take a look at her DNA.” She spun on her heel to climb the steps to her house, and looked at the time once in the foyer. Dinner was well over, and this would be the second night she missed it. She trekked up the stairs to her room, not particularly caring to say anything to anyone as she was too tired, flopping onto her bed to groan. “We should look over the DNA…” “I’m tired..”
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The powder would fall and hit the ground causing it to bubble, some sinks that clearly did not have any secrets or glamor continued to bubble before looking like the regular floor. Under one of the sinks, however, the fake flooring glamor melted away revealing a trap wooden door.
Fang sighed. “I’ll have to go the other way,” He grabbed the pinch of powder given to him from his dad when he was informed he’d be staying in the catacombs, before jogging over the staircase and ducking under. Flicking the dust away from his hand, the similar effect of that in the bathroom would happen before a lopsided tile in the wall would glow a bit. He punched the tile causing a portion of the wall to pull back and to the side.
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“This is not over…!” She called as Piper was swept up by the crowd, and she ducked into her illusionary.
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“Cards? This will be fun.” He reached in his pocket to slap his cellular phone into Ms. Vine’s open hand with a smile, “Alright, I know your phone and electronics policy. But honestly, what do technopathans do when they get to this stage?” Fang shook his head, and Ms. Vine laugh. “They usually become something of a metal-bender trying to create a computer. Now, assist my girl if you would please.” She smiled, unlocking her drawer to toss his phone in.
He turned to catch up with Rea, swiping his red tipped hair back from his face. “You have magic? Or some way to get entrance to the catacombs?” The dark haired boy was walking toward the staircase because getting the crap beaten out of him for going into the girl’s bathroom wasn’t an option and he didn’t have any true magic other than fire arts.
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“Its really not a big deal. More so the wolf in me just wanting to isolate the pack away from any danger or threats. It can be pretty severe.” He laughed, “Its a true honor to meet you too, Rea.”
“Oh? Me?” Ms. Vine’s glasses flashed as she smirked. “I’m not doing anything, anything at all. And do you remember the route to the catacombs Mr. Cockingdale?”
Fang’s eye twitched at his last name, which he particularly didn’t care for. “Yes…Ms. Vine..”
“Well there you have it.” She stuck the papers behind her back. “When would the two of you like to go down?”
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“Ah, well, trouble isn’t exactly what I would call it. C’mon, it sucks to change on the full moon alone…to be left with that beast like animal with no purpose, yourself, alone. Or at least that’s me, I tend to be very aggressive and violent with any intruders–non-wolves–on the full moon. People like me have to stay with wolves all the time so they feel like they have something to protect. You know what I mean?”
Ms. Vine grabbed a paper ‘first bonded of the year’. “Oh boy.” She grinned seemingly excited.
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“Yeah. My dad has warlock blood in him, so I dabble with fire magic a bit.” He stretched, assuming she knew what it meant. “Over time the magic has changed my appearance. I used to be a black wolf.” He shrugged, and grinned at her a bit wolfishly. “I take it you’re the one I’m staying the night with? Rea? Cool.” He held out a hand to help her up.
Ms. Vine had begun flitting through papers quietly looking for something on her desk.
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“O-M-G~ I’m so happy for you. You already have that high school romance. See! I told you you’re a real looker, and I’m sure it was a total turn on to see you eating rocks or something. I mean, that’s pretty badass without spitting out bloody teeth.”