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Thread: The Lakeshore

NameNickname Vis'karr Attire Black leather pants, white long-sleeved shirt. Location Lakeshore Time Night 133am Tagging Julietta, Nesa Yes. He was in fact painting. Vis'karr stopped momentarily and cast his stern countenance upon Nesa. Those strange eyes blazed with enmity at her words. Of course he was painting! He'd been painting the last three times she'd quite literally ran into him! Did she honestly not remember the mishaps? Well, the painting was complete...At least, the part involving paint. The lake looked tranquil and beautiful, the waterfall's power and majesty captured perfectly. Vis'karr was surprised he'd managed to maintain focus well enough to finish the piece with that sprite staggering around. Seeing no other detail that needed to be added Vis'karr bent down and washed his brush in the lake. Residual cursed blood on the brush made the water hiss and roil in tormented protest. The taint spread along the water, casting a bloody film across the lake that continued to slowly spread. Next came the part he really, really, really hated. With a grimace Vis'karr retrieved a long slender knife from it's sheath at his belt. The first incision that had been made when the painting started had already closed and healed. Fighting back a howl of pain Vis'karr drove the point of the knife deep into his palm and then dragged the jagged edge back all the way to his thumb. Crimson blossomed from the wound, flowing like a river down pale banks. Every drop of blood that splashed onto the grass began to hiss and steam as it soaked into the earth. The grass around Vis'karr withered and died, the blight spreading with each drop. Vis'karr's right hand worked gracefully the air, fingers moving to aid in the creation of arcane sigils. Blood from the wound followed Vis'karr's fingers, splashing across the canvas in a manner reminiscent of 'abstract art'. Seven strokes that converged into the crude shape of a person. The blood sank into the art and vanished, leaving no visible trace of the runework. Vis'karr could feel the power that lay dormant in the piece of art though, the spell had taken full hold. The water near where Vis'karr had created the rune would remain desecrated until the residual energy faded...Which would probably take a few hours, maybe even a day.
Thread: The Lakeshore

NameNickname Nesa Attire The green dress with the front part tied up, revealing her legs. Location Lakeshore Time Night Tagging Julietta, Vis'Karr Nesa blinked several times in rapid succession name? Her name, what was her name....she furrowed her brows in fierce concentration. Oh yeah! I'm Nesara Illia. You can call me Nesa. I'm a Shojo, pleasure to meet you! she said with a smile. Her gaze returned to the surface waters of the lake, she had always been very in tuned with creatures that dwelt within the waters, but this one, she had to concentrate very hard just to be able to sense it, it troubled her. She absentmindedly took a drink of her alcohol I hate when she's right..... Nesa muttered before returning her attention back to Julie. As to who he is, I couldn't tell you. I vaguely remember running into someone who was painting by this lake before, they were very rude people. she said wrinkling her nose. She glanced back up to the painter and tilted her head from side to side. As to what he's doing, only the god's know. With all the freaky people attending this school... she said trailing off He could be some freaky demon creature whose doing some weird painting and putting a spell on it. she said with a smile her tone completely light and playful. It went silent and Nesa noticed the nervousness the girl just exuded. She raised her brow a bit but didn't really comment on it, in this school people had many problems and fears and some of them were for very good reason. She very well knew what haunted the halls of the academy as well as what lurked on it's grounds. What's worse is the academy itself has had a long history of students and teachers vanishing and the Head of the school was missing as well. It was no wonder people were nervous, scared and mental. If she weren't so drunk all the time she might be as well. She took another drink from her alcohol and cleared her throat. So...how long have you been here Julie? she asked with a curious glance. Without turning her head she raised her voice and asked and how long I wonder is that guy gonna skulk around in the shadows like he's some cliched villain? her voice was still playful and she let loose another fit of giggles. After she'd calmed down enough she drank some more of her alcohol. So, what is it thats brought you out here so late at night? she asked eyeballing the remains of her liquor.
Thread: The Lakeshore

NameNickname Vis'karr Attire Black leather pants, white longsleeve shirt Location The Lakeshore Time Night Tagging Nesa, Juliette. Blood...Calls to blood. Vis'karr hissed. Easel and painting dissolved into a pool of blood and then evaporated into energy that drifted away, off towards the school and eventually to Vis'karr's dorm. Sanguine Teleportation was quite the nifty trick and Vis'karr was quite glad he'd focused on mastering it. Any object of reasonable size imbued with the Hemomancer's blood could be recalled from or banished to his chambers. Unfortunately any attempts to actually transport himself in such a manner had ended in nothing besides Vis'karr's body breaking down into a puddle of blood. Being in such a liquid form was excessively unpleasant and incredibly strange and Vis'karr found it extremely hard to maintain presence of mind to actually move himself while in such a medium. After a moment or two Vis'karr's focus shifted to the two women off in the distance. The sprite was not somebody Vis'karr was too fond of...However the other female he had not yet met. Nothing better to do, might as well meet someone. With that thought Vis'karr made his way to the two, moving with a leisurely swagger. When the two were about ten feet away Vis'karr would stop and greet them. Evening. Lovely night, no?
Thread: The Lakeshore

NameNickname Julietta Roth Julie Attire White filmy nightgown and robe, white slippers, silverpearl necklace. Location The Lakeshore near the waters of the lake. Time Night Tagging Anyone Nesa, Vis'karr. Julietta swallowed hard before biting down on her lip. This Nesa definitely seemed to have an air of confidence that she, herself, sorely lacked. She envied that and wondered if if a day would come when she'd feel comfortable in her own skin or in any sort of surrounding. She felt doubtful and an ache inside began to form at the thought. It was probably why she couldn't bring herself to be close to anyone or why she was always so afraid. If she couldn't even love herself, how could another reciprocate? No wonder she didn't have any friends. Carefully, she brought up a tiny hand and wiped at her eyes since she could feel them prickling with tears--dreadful, dreadful tears. How she hated that she was so emotional, so sensitive. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Nesa, Julietta then replied giving the red-head a small curtsy. The wind blew just then, so she gave her robe a tug, pulling it closer to her body for warmth. As Nesa spoke about the painter, her thoughts drifted to him and the others attending Taunton. The academy definitely was full of colorful sorts. Sorts she feared she'd never meet, yet was terrified to interact with. Damn vicious cycle! And I come out here often, she added, her pale eyes moving to gaze upon the rippling waters. She thought for a moment about the strangeness she felt earlier on. What had that been? It had felt wrong almost, off. The water, it beckons me. Her voice went soft and she turned slightly to look down at the ground. Just as Julietta was about to speak once more, her thoughts were interrupted. A voice, male, sounded from the darkest shadows and resonated in her ears. She turned a bit more and looked up. The painter had approached, revealing himself both to her and to Nesa. He didn't seem as odd as she'd expected. After Nesa's stories, she half expected some crazed lunatic to jump from the darkness and flail about. But, he seemed rather normal and polite... far from rude. It made her quirk a brow in wonder. H-hello, Jullietta said first looking at Nesa and then to the painter once more. It is a lovely night, yes. She smiled then, her hands tugging a bit more on her robe. Her thoughts were curious as to why he'd be painting so late at night, but then this was Taunton. Everyone was curious. She gave the newly arrived painter a small curtsy--old fashioned, but her way. N-nice to meet you. My name is Julietta, though some call me Julie. I answer to either. Again, she smiled, her eyes looking back over toward the water. I usually find the water quite calming, she said, her tone a bit serene. She glanced back at both Nesa and the painter. I come here often. The water tends to beckon me...
Thread: The Lakeshore

NameNickname Vis'karr Attire White longsleeve shirt, black leather pants Location The Lakeshore nearing the waters of the lake. Time Night Tagging Anyone Nesa julie I can understand that. Blood beckons to me, and it's hard to ignore the call. Vis'karr chuckled softly and looked towards the lake. With his blood in the water he could feel the life of every other creature in that lake. It was such an odd feeling, to be so aware of the life around you. Could he channel from here? Vis'karr decided to find out. One long fingered hand raised and pointed to the lake, palm facing the sky. Vis'karr curled his fingers inwards and inhaled deeply. The blood that was pooled at the lake's outer shore rose slowly up into the air and then flowed through the air to Vis'karr, twisting crimson ribbons around him. The blood then converged into an orb floating in Vis'karr's palm, swirling as it hovered in the air. Two fingers dipped into the sphere and then began to grasp at the air in front of the sphere, drawing out thin strands of blood. The strands were then woven into an object, slowly taking shape as a small crystal goblet. Vis'karr set the goblet down beside him and then crafted a second, and a third before the sphere was consumed. Vis'karr offered a goblet to Nesa, and a goblet to Julie. If Nesa was going to drink, she could at least do it with some class. I am Vis'karr, and I would truly enjoy a drink. The greeting was directed to both women, but the last words were at Nesa. Besides the drunken sprite surely owed Vis'karr the pleasantries of at least one drink. After all she had ruined so very many of his paintings in the past. Vis'karr couldn't help but give both Julie and Nesa once overs, appreciating the beauty of both women. Was now a time for rakish charm? Why not, the witching hour had passed and Vis'karr felt quite drained from his runecrafting. A bit of social interaction would do the generally solitary hemomancer some good. How long had it been since he'd had a conversation with another living soul? A week? A month? Two? Well, a conversation that hadn't ended in ritual murder that is...Vis'karr tried to hide a smirk as he thought about his last little trip to the Village. Some day he'd turn that quaint little fountain of theirs into a blood fountain... And what a glorious day that would be.
Thread: The Lakeshore

NameNickname Julietta Roth Julie Attire White filmy nightgown and robe, white slippers, silverpearl necklace. Location The Lakeshore near the waters of the lake. Time Night Tagging Anyone Nesa, Vis'karr. Julietta took the goblet in her hand, her slender fingers wrapping about it as she brought it close to her body. It was strange how Vis'karr had managed to weave some sort of magic to bring forth the object. She tilted her head slightly as her curiosity began to grow. Perhaps he was cursed with a strange power much as she was? Though, how come he didn't seemed so bothered by it? How come he used it so freely in front of others? So many questions... and they all ran through her head. Surely her ability to control and manipulate water hadn't made it to the ears of everyone within the school. She'd been so careful to conceal what she could do. Then again, perhaps the creatures of shadow... No. Julietta shook her head very slightly, her pale eyes blinking as they began to sting a bit with tears at the thought of being found out. She didn't know why it bothered her for others to know what she could do. Maybe it would do her well for some to know. She looked over at Nesa, but the sprite seemed lost in thought, the spirits she'd been consuming more than likely affecting her senses. Figuring the woman to no longer wish to partake in conversation for the time being, she looked back over at the painter--this weaver of red--and swallowed hard. Since Nesa wasn't about to fill up the goblets, she figured she needed to do something. Yes, she was backing herself into her own corner, purposefully forcing herself to give herself away. Just then, Julietta looked over to the lake, her cool eyes fixing upon the inky waters as they rippled against the shore. Suddenly, tiny crystalline rivulets began to pull away from the lake, looking like thin streams flowing through the air. They swirled and froze, thawed and cracked and finally pooled in tiny clouds above their respective goblets. Within moments, the clouds gave way to tiny drops of rain, filling each one up to the brim with water. Julietta looked at Vis'karr. I know it isn't rum or wine. But hopefully the water will suffice, she said softly, trying her best to smile.
Thread: The Lakeshore

NameNickname Vis'klarr Attire Black leather pants, white long sleeved shirt Location The Lakeshore near the waters of the lake. Time Night Tagging Juliette, anyone Now that's special. How delightful it was to watch the miniature clouds rain! That was a trick he'd definitely have to remember. Vis'karr had a penchant for arcana and was fascinated by any weaving of the flows of power. Next he tapped the edge of his goblet to Julietta's in a small cheers before taking a long sip from it. Surprisingly cool and refreshing! Thank you kindly for the drink Julietta. This was quite enjoyable, it'd been awhile since Vis'karr had taken the time to socialize. Most of his time was spent perfecting his craft and cornering suitable sources of blood to fuel some of his darker rituals. Vis'karr had found that certain rituals helped keep his...Other side at bay. Vis'karr didn't like to think of that side of himself. Vicious, overly fond of gore and completely unrefined Vis'karr's demon soul wanted nothing more than to see the world choke on it's own blood. Vis'karr wasn't object to murder and violence, but he also didn't...Savor it. Any dark deed Vis'karr performed was merely a means to an end whereas numerous atrocities had been committed by the demon within Vis'karr, and had been done for no reason other than pleasure. -------------------------------------------------------------- NameNickname Enora Attire A close fitting crimson silk dress, barefoot. Wings and tail hidden. Location Lakeshore with vis'karr. Time Night Tagging Anyone. Something was moving in the shadows behind the two. The grass rustled ever so slightly as it slinked along at a slow, measured pace. Two luminous golden eyes burned against the dark night, watching the humans as they conversed. A lynx was stalking closer, it's pitch black fur seemed to melt away into the shadows if one looked for too long. About ten feet out from the two the Lynx's body began to twist and contort, breaking down into a mass of shadow-flesh then sculpting itself into the lithe form of a short but well endowed woman...Enora made her way stealthily into place, wrapping her arms almost lovingly around Vis'karr's waist. I pray the evening finds you well...Master. And I see you've made a friend! Enora's eyes flitted once, and twice over Julietta's figure, tongue straying out to wet her lips. Enora watched Julietta's every move in a manner reminiscent of a cat watching a particularly tasty mouse. Any who knew of Vis'karr knew that it was hard to catch him alone, Enora was always coming and going, popping in wherever he happened to be. After all, the succubus had to keep tabs on her ticket back to Hell, didn't she? It had been a boring night, Enora hadn't managed to ensnare any foolish mortals with her infernal charms. So now she waited at Vis'karr's side, hoping his night had been more interesting than hers. She could practically taste the residual energy in the air from Vis'karr's previous spellwork and was hungry for more, for any kind of mortal energy she could siphon away. And who might you be? Enora purred to Julietta.
Thread: The Lakeshore

NameNickname Julietta Roth Julie Attire White filmy nightgown and robe, white slippers, silverpearl necklace. Location The Lakeshore near the waters of the lake. Time Night Tagging Anyone Nesa, Vis'karr, Enora. Julietta smiled, her cheeks going a bit pink. Never had she been complimented for what she'd deemed a curse before, so it was a strange feeling to be sure. Though she found it nice to not have to hide it and even more so to see it accepted and even praised. She wasn't used to that and had always felt freakish for what she was and could do. It was why she was always paranoid of everyone she met, terrified of the judgment they'd cast... all too often they had and she became the target of many a nasty and cruel joke. She couldn't bear any more and needed to take the defensive, to build up walls to protect herself. So, to not need them? It was... strange. You're welcome, Julietta then said. She held onto her own goblet and then slowly brought it to her lips before taking a small sip of the water. It was cool and refreshing. Absolutely delicious and just what she needed. She was glad it seemed to satisfy. As she and her new painter friend sipped at their water, her eyes took notice of shadows slinking in the darkness beyond. Almost immediately, Julietta felt her skin prickle. The shadows. They were coming! They'd found her! Her breaths began to quicken at the thought, her mind spinning with morbid swirls. She could feel her hands shaking, her feet preparing themselves to run. Yet, why was she frozen? Panic! Suddenly, a woman stepped forward. Julietta felt a wave of relief sweep over her entire body, especially when Vis'karr seemed to know her. But that didn't stop her heart from racing. Her pale eyes darted back and forth between the woman and her new friend. Were they lovers? It seemed so... But this woman... her actions... so forward! I'm Julietta, Julietta answered. I just met your... her voice trailed a moment. What was Vis'karr to this woman? She called him 'Master'. Your Master. Her voice squeaked as she spoke and she bit down on her lip, her cheeks reddening a bit. Almost instantly, she brought her cup to her lips and began to drink deeply of the water within so as to hide her face for a bit as well as her naivete.
Thread: The Lakeshore

NameNickname Enora Attire Satin and leather crimson corset and slight black panties, wings hidden. Location The Lakeshore near the waters of the lake. Time Night Tagging Julietta Pleased to meet you Julietta. I am Enora...And my master, well I think he likes you. A devilish smirk curled across Enora's lips as she sniffed at the air just once. Oh how Enora loved watching mortals squirm! This Julietta seemed like the perfect toy to occupy tonight. Shy and skittish, she'd be so much fun! Enora slipped her hands beneath Vis'karr's shirt and began to trace light lines against his flesh, watching Julietta with those luminescent eyes the entire time. This would be one of the rare times Enora used her 'gifts' on Vis'karr, empowering her touches so that Vis'karr found himself unable to fight back, unable to push those roaming hands away. Enora's pupils contracted as she practically drank in the growing hunger that emanated from Vis'karr. No denying it...I can smell it. aligncenter NameNickname Vis'karr Attire Long-sleeved white shirt, black leather pants Location The Lakeshore near the waters of the lake. Time Night Tagging Julietta align Enora... The words started as a protest and ended a lazy purr. Somehow, the look of pleasure didn't extend to Vis'karr's eyes. Defiance burned in those crimson orbs as Vis'karr tilted his neck to the side, encouraging more of Enora's affections. The expression on Vis'karr's face was akin to that of a person attempting to ignore an overly enthusiastic cat's efforts to garner attention. Any pretense Julietta might have of the two being lovers could easily be dispelled if she paid attention to Vis'karr's body language. Enora was being tolerated at best, her presence only allowed because of the dark pact the two had made. Vis'karr took a sip of water to wet his drying throat and attempted to re-ignite a conversation between Julietta and himself. The evening has indeed found me well. So, Julietta...What else can you do with that lovely gift of yours?i
Thread: The Lakeshore

NameNickname Julietta Roth Julie Attire White filmy nightgown and robe, white slippers, silverpearl necklace. Location The Lakeshore near the waters of the lake. Time Night Tagging Anyone Vis'karr, Enora. This Enora was unlike anyone she'd ever met. Was she mocking her, trying to make her uneasy? It most certainly seemed that way to Julietta. She bit down on her lip, wishing that she could better hide the heat rising up in her cheeks, causing them to appear scarlet even in the dark and almost colorless hues of night. The harsh silvery rays of moonlight that shone down were enough to give her away. No doubt satisfying this odd woman given the smug look she was donning, her hands freely roaming her 'Master' without care for who was present. Julietta glanced briefly at Vis'Karr, her pale eyes finding his for a moment as he spoke before she looked to the ground. I... I can manipulate water, she said. Control it, call it... Her thoughts drifted as her eyebrows furrowed slightly. Julietta had often wondered just how far her bond with water truly went. Water in its purest form always beckoned her and had been easiest to control. But she also found that she could do things with ice, with snow, even various weather patterns when present or nearby. But another part--a darker part--had felt that strange pull toward other sources of water... She didn't always like thinking on that. It frightened her, gave her nightmares, left her... breathless. As Julietta's mind drifted, she'd absently begun to move her one hand in a lazy circle. A small ribbon of water lifting from the lake and swirling about her body like a hoop. It spun, the ribbon finally expanding, becoming thicker and thicker. Slowly, it started to move above her body, roiling and bubbling until it turned into mist. Finally, flecks of snow began to fall. I can do many things with water... Julietta stated, her cheeks still pink, her eyes still focused on the ground.
Thread: Plot Driven Is Best!

Firm Master said Hello everyone. Just wanted to post that I'm open for non-sexual RPs. To put it simply, all of my plots found here are still applicable, but let me know that you want the RP to not be sexual. I also am happy to go along with any uncertainty about the topic. If you find later that you do want things to get saucy, that's fine with me too. Again, just let me know. Click to expand... It'd be nice to have a break, what was you thinking of?
Thread: Blackswells Village

Location South of Taunton Academies main building. Blackswells Village, a small dilapidated little place that is perpetually covered in a darkness akin to twilight. The people never smile, no children ever laugh. Strangers are far from welcomed and are watched from shadowy doors. Mistrust and disgust are all that fill their gaze. Be so very careful when treading these streets, it's not uncommon for them to murder, a stranger whose passing through.