Samantha Law
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Stitch nearly cries out as this new girl enters the shop. he jumps and hides behind me, forgetting that other people couldn’t see me and that he probably looked pretty idiotic. His eyes were wide. “Sh-She looks like J-Jameston…” he whimpers. I take in the sight of the girl, innocently turning my head to the right. “a little bit, but Jameston doesn’t have gray skin, and he has fangs, not just sharp teeth. Plus, his hair is gray like yours.” I remark. I ruffle his hair playfully, and it looks as if a sudden breeze had hit him. Stitch tries to edge away from any reflective surface in the shop, which was kind of hard to do. He was sure that snarky Jameston would soon appear and embarrass him.
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Stitch seems slightly angered by his protest. The way he had been raised was to treat anyone with utmost respect, even if they were a little bit demanding. Playing “slave babysitter” was normal etiquette to him.
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I smile, my calming wavelength seemed to have kept anyone from getting hurt or being rash. My feelings translate to my soul, and Stitch shudders. An unearthly, ghostly feeling spreads throughout the room, and it gets a few degrees colder. I had no idea that it was my doing, for temporarily breaking through the living-dead barrier. A feeling of being watched spreads to the other shopgoers.
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((sorry, but I was on the mobile version, and apparently I don’t have access to editing posts there. I’m back, so I shall edit it. I apologize for any inconvenience.
EDIT: It seems I can only update new posts. gomenasai…)) -
((*earset, not eraser. AUTOCORRECT!!))
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The tall guy was talking, and I stopped to listen. It seemed he was talking into an eraser of some sort, definitely not the kind Dad had taught me how to use. He was talking to some person, “Kokonoe.” Weird.
I shrug and begin trying to reach out to the girl’s warping soul, my soul wavelength passing the barrier of the dead to reach her. My wavelength had a special property to soothe dormant madness, wherever it touched. That was how Jameston, Stitch’s little “pet” demon, stayed contained. He was still sarcastic and annoying, though. I try to put these thoughts out of my mind as I focus on breaking through the barrier to get my soul wavelength into the world of the living. Nearby people might feel a slight calm in their soul, or if they were particularly chaotic, a discomforting disturbance.
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With a few more magical looking sparkles my wings appear again, and I grin. Hooray! I could fly again! Stitch pokes a sparkle, and it disappears. Neither of us really knew why my wings did that, but hey! Am I going to complain over getting wings? No way!
My shoulders shudder, and with my Soul Perception I make out the person who was exuding such a dark Soul Wavelength. It was that girl from earlier, but she seemed much different. Stitch edges away, since his weapon, Carla, wasn’t here at the moment. He could use Soul Force in a pinch, like his father, but that was very limited…
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Stitch cringes, somehow he had expected something along these lines. Anyone as innocent and carefree as that surely had some sort of secret… Aside from me. To him, I could do no wrong.
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((not to mention awesome, but that’s for another RP area. XD))
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As soon as that weird guy pulled at the edge of his shirt, Stitch smacked a hand over my eyes. continuing to be at ease, I don’t even question him. Stitch sighs and removes his hand once it was safe, and I go on innocently surveying the room with my big, cerulean eyes. Suddenly a loud crash causes Stitch to squeak and edge closer to me. I blink in surprise, but seeing the causer of the crash was quite docile, I relax and pat Stitch’s head. “Stop clinging to me, you look weird. Remember, most people can’t see me.” I say quietly to him. He was getting a few stares from around the room, the patched-up kid hugging and talking to air. He blushes and lets go of me, and some of the stares ease.
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I sit up, fluttering my wings. “huh? what? oh, sure.” I shrug and lean back in my seat. I was somewhat surprised he could see me,but I didn’t let it show. in a random shower of sparkles my wings disappear, as they did at random times. I frown slightly, aww. I liked having wings, they were warm.
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Stitch jumps in surprise and lets out a little yelp. I smile and pat his head, and he calms down. Being the son of a demented professor who dissects everything could make you a little jumpy… I think, sighing. “it’s only a girl, okay?”I say calmingly. Stitch nods and says, “I know, but…” To most likely anyone else in the coffee shop, it would look as if he was talking to no one. which he kind of was. I was technically dead, after all.
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here’s a little guideline I have that you may or may not want to use~!
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Species:
Personality:
Background:
Appearance:
Other (optional, if they are like, really into say… the color blue, for some reason.): -
((may I enter please? *respectful voice*))
Stitch looks up from his corner of the coffee shop, which had somehow become gloomy. Whoa, that was weird. But not as surprising as it should have been. I yawn and stretch my pure-white wings, knowing I didn’t really have to pay attention to etiquette because most normal humans couldn’t even see me. Stitch was the exception though, due to his demon eye.
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Hi, I’m Samantha, but most people call me Sam.
((from the anime Soul Eater.))
A few things:
-Weapon/Meister: autonomous weapon, a double-bladed axe.
-Personality: I’d say I’m nice, I guess. Just don’t get me angry, or you’ll PAY.
-Daughter of Justin Law. ((in the future, I guess.))
-WAS nearly a Death Scythe
-Appearance: Long platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, white schoolgirl outfit and black tie with a cross on it.
-I died, but I’m I guess either an angel or a ghost now… *shrugs*((and another character, a bit less-used but loved dearly~!))
Name: Stitch Stein
A few things:
-has a red demon eye that he covers with a sewn-on patch in his right eye
-he’s the host for a troll-like demon named Jameston, who looks like a copy of him, but with red eyes, fangs, and small horns.
-Weapon/Meister:His weapon died… poor Stitch.
-personality: a bit emo-y, but I always manage to cheer him up. he always thinks the situation is his fault.
-son of Professor Franken Stein
-Appearance: grayish-brown hair, various patches all over body, gray lab coat that he keeps candy in to give out to strangers.