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Thread: Love in the Time of Death (Mim and SithLordOfSnark)

Nice to meet you, Dr. Reid, Linda replied, returning the smile and shaking his hand, SSA Morgan. She wondered what SSA stood for, but chose not to ask right now. Morgan didn't seem to like her very much. Well, now I guess anything I tell you will make me sound like I did it, won't it? She tried to pass it off as a joke, but chuckled nervously. I'm here to offer you my services. We don't often get serial killers in Seattle and it's very disturbing to me. It's interrupting the flow of the universe, and I'd like to get that back to normal as soon as possible. Get everyone's chakras aligned and open, auras all happy and balanced, you know. Just...putting everything back the way it was. This killer has the whole city off-kilter and I'd like to help put it right. I think I could be very valuable to this investigation. Sensing SSA Morgan wouldn't be open to accepting anything from her, and perhaps having a few motives of her own, she pulled out a business card and handed it to Dr. Reid. Shall I give you and your team time to think it over? she offered, knowing the answer was yes. My number is on there when you decide to call. Linda wasn't sensitive to the future so much as she was to the present, to the emotions and motives of others, to the universe's plan for them. She was sensitive to people as they truly were, and she knew that whether because of his team or because of his curiosity, Dr. Spencer Reid would call her within a day or two, if not that evening. She had intentionally left his question about their mutual friend unanswered.
Thread: Love in the Time of Death (Mim and SithLordOfSnark)

Taking the card, Spencer arched a brow and nodded. We will think it over, but I'm not sure how SSA Hotchner or SSA Rossi will feel about it. He said, as he placed the card inside his wallet and looked at her once more. If you'll excuse me, I should get back to my team and see what we know. He softly smiled and glanced at Morgan who nodded and followed him back towards the diner. He looked at Hotchner. What would you like me to do, Hotch? He asked, as he played with his wallet in his back pocket, considering calling Linda when he was back at his hotel that evening. The unknown had always intrigued Spencer, and the paranormal was definitely the unknown.
Thread: Love in the Time of Death (Mim and SithLordOfSnark)

Linda nodded, returning the smile. She watched Spencer walk away, an eyebrow arched. He was intriguing...Rube had been right. He was logical, by the books. But she could tell he was curious. Perhaps it was an academic curiosity, but curiosity nonetheless. Go ahead and interview her, Hotch said after some consideration. She's confident, which means she could very well be connected to the killer. Or is looking to make a quick buck. Rossi rolled his eyes. Psychics. It always pisses me off when they try to insert themselves in an investigation. Prey on families' grief. -x-x-x- So you just gave him your card and walked away? Rube's eyebrows raised. Well...yeah. It was difficult to get a read on Rube's emotions, but he seemed to be upset. What else was I supposed to do? Say 'hey, your long-lost friend sent me to tell you that you're gonna die. Wanna hang out'? Linda shook her head. You could have made more of an effort! You could've asked to talk to him alone, you could've... Rube shook his head. Look, just...give him a couple days. If he doesn't call, we'll try a different approach. Linda sat back on the couch and looked at her phone. Personally? I give it til about seven. He'll call. I know he will.
Thread: Love in the Time of Death (Mim and SithLordOfSnark)

After the meeting at the diner, it was around 730 that evening and Reid grabbed the phone at the side of his bed in the hotel room, pulling out the card she had given him and dialing her number. Alright, Linda, we can meet. Name a time and place. He told her over the phone, whether she answered or he got the answering machine. Once he spoke his piece, Reid hung up and headed into the bathroom to have a shower. He would meet her wherever and whenever she wanted. OOC Thread necromancy ftw. LOL
Thread: Love in the Time of Death (Mim and SithLordOfSnark)

I know it's a bit late for coffee, but I figured dessert would make up for it. Linda sat across from Reid at a little bakery an hour after he'd called. Her hair hung in damp waves from the rain, but it wasn't unattractive as she took another bite of her slice of cake. Besides, this place has the best desserts in the entire state. Her eyes watched him keenly as he ate and spoke. He was pretty, she could give him that. It was a shame he was about to die. Like I said, this killer's throwing off the entire city and I want to help make it right again, she said firmly. He's been watching you, y'know. The sooner you close this case the safer you'll be.
Thread: Love in the Time of Death (Mim and SithLordOfSnark)

Nodding his head, Reid kept his gaze on her as he took a bite of his own dessert. Many would say you're probably the killer, since you seem to know so much about him. He said as he allowed his gaze to slightly linger on her and he picked up another spoonful of his cake. How exactly do you know so much? He asked the beautiful woman.
Thread: F seeking M/F/Futa For Darker RPs

Heya, I'd love to play something with you. Your ons and mine match up very well. Something medieval or Game of Thrones oriented could be a lot of fun Cersei Enslaved, squealing over someone's lap as her backside is tanned. If either of those sound good, we can set the terms of the plot. Are you comfortable playing multiple characters? By the way, PMs are disabled for you. Not a big deal, but you do mention PMing you as a method of contact.
Thread: F seeking M/F/Futa For Darker RPs

Guess I'll throw my hat in the ring as well XD
Thread: F seeking M/F/Futa For Darker RPs

Hey there! I got your Game of Thrones PM and I would love to do something with you, but your PMs are disabled and I was unable to reply....
Thread: F seeking M/F/Futa For Darker RPs

Hello, I just enabled my PM's, sorry about that.
Thread: F seeking M/F/Futa For Darker RPs

You may want also to list what forum you want used to play out your roleplays...whether it be Email, PM, threads, IM, etc. I wouldn't worry about responding to someone that only lists fandoms as settings and nothing else for a plot but that's a whole 'nother subject. Your themes sound fun and interesting, hope you find what you're looking for! Anyway, that might help you.
Thread: The End (GreenEyed23xI)

Wallace Everett Grant. Or the man known as the Flame to those who liked him, the Fucker to those that hated him, and a number of other names. He was one of those that had refused to ever join a Civil. No one knew his past, and his rare speech never revealed anything further. He was always heavily clothed with a heavy backpack on his back, a thick hood over his head, some very dark mirrored sunglasses over his eyes and with weapons sprouting from every inch of his body. He had a camel on his back and as needed would turn his head to the nozzle held in place by his hood and take a sip, revealing the long thick black dreadlocks that fells into his hood and down through the slit within it to lay over his backpack. His dark skin was entirely covered except for his nose, his mouth covered by a thick black facemask. His booted feet marched along both heavily but surprisingly quietly. They were well worn in beasts and had covered many miles with their owner. Wallace was heading north yet again, already within sight of the former great city of New York. He visited the city at least once a year. He nodded as he passed by a few of the gatherers that were along the road harvesting food for the nearby Civils, their overseers keeping a close eye on their slaves and on the Flame, having already sent their assistants to inform the royals that the flame was back in the north. He continued to walk along silently watching everything and every one. Just as he reached the city limits, marked by a line of fungus that lay on the grid lines between the Civils, and the destruction of the many wars that had taken place in the last two and half millenia, Wallace stepped over the fungus lines and out of sight of his watchers. Now he drew his bow and uncapped his quiver drawing an arrow and watching everywhere for any threat as he walked silently into the former urban jungle that had become a true jungle with massive baobab and redwood trees sprouting through and out of former skyscrapers towering thousands of feet into the air. His powerful body seemed perfectly relaxed and ready to explode at the first possible threat. He continued to walk silently, his own destination the former location of the might Empire State building, now replaced by a massive baobab that had slowly but surely grown within the building then finally broke it apart sending the wreckage from the titan of architecture hurtling down onto the cracked and crumbling asphalt, shattering the tunnels underneath and forming the trashpits that were scattered all around the city. The baobab in question was thicker than the building had ever been as well as far taller. It served as Wallace's home every-time he visited for a number of reasons, the least of which that he was the only person who had ever entered the one tree killing ground and survived the snakes, great cats, wild dogs, and occasionally feral humans that resided within. So on he walked growing ever closer to where he would sleep that night still watching everywhere at once, his green eyes sweeping the cityscape carefully his bow at the ready and more than thirty more arrows waiting on his back.
Thread: The End (GreenEyed23xI)

Marie rested the flat of her back against a cool wall her once pale milky skin loved by the royal who in slaved her now quickly covered in dirt. It was easy to hide her beauty in the wilderness but her hair wasnt that easy to hide her long thick locks of gold hair seemed to be a dead giveaway to her not being a Mole. Shed have to go out soon and find mud or something to put in her hair and darken it enough to hide the fact she was a runaway. Her once beautiful clothing ripped and dirty from the run looked more like mole clothing then slave clothing the longer she sat there with a wide grin. She pulled her hair back and tide it into a ponytail as shed done thousands of times before with vines from the trees that encased the builds. She knew that the berries were just a story above her and she knew the hunters were going to be out yet they werent dumb enough to come into the jungle during this time of day without reinforcements. She grinned as she walked to another room and grabbed a large piece of building that had crumbled and throw it at a window watching the glass shatter around it and fall to the earth bellow. Marie was beyond proud of herself as she pushed the few pieces of jagged glass of the window so that she wouldnt cut herself again and climbed the vines once again to grab herself something sweet to ear. Of course Maries thin dirt cover skirt that seemed two sizes too short could be easily seen up if someone were below her as she climbed her flat stomach visable to the building she tried clinging too and the dirt covered white top that wrapped around her breasts seemed to move with the wind as it blew across her skin. Marie wasnt a weak slave after all being a Mole at one point in time you had to build muscle and had to be quick and thats what she was. She reached up grabbing what was known as a Quaba. A small round fruit that had many colors and was sweet she grinned as she yanked it from the vine pushing it into her mouth and taking a bite out of the flesh its juices running down her lips and onto her shirt. She smiled to herself reaching out with her other hand grabbing another piece hanging like a monkey from the vines as she grabbed fruit after fruit into her mouth crossing into another building.
Thread: The End (GreenEyed23xI)

Wallace carefully climbed through and around the rubble around his destination surveying the whole area. the lack of change and the lack of sign told him there were no humans about though he did see signs of Old Scar the massive orange tiger that ruled the Empire baobab and several blocks surrounding. He quickly ran to the stairwell that the tree had grown around and began to run up the concrete and steel steps not giving them time to collapse beneath him. Around the thirtieth floor the tree had grown through the stairwell cutting him off so he slipped onto the floor it supported and to the inner space of the tree and beginning to climb it. He heard the roars of Old Scar far below him and smiled as he climbed on. Near the top where only the primates dwelled he found his old notch in the tree. A hollowed out cave that the larger primates could not get into and the smaller ones he fended off with a steel mesh net over the opening he slipped inside and lay down on the makeshift he had left there years before. It was growing dark and he needed some rest.
Thread: The End (GreenEyed23xI)

She heard the growl of a large predator and looked down as she swung up grabbing hold of one of the many tree branches that stuck out. She grinned and chipped at it as if the were like the primates that swung around her. Sure Marie was a much larger meal then the primates around her but she wasn't going to be an easy one to catch. She chittered as the smaller monkeys egged her on taunting the large predator that lingered on the jungle floors and Marie chuckled as they chimed in. Marie handed them a piece of fruit as they guided her away from where she was staying. She knew where they were leading her it was where most of the primates slept to keep away from those carnivorous beasts below. Sure Marie wasn't nearly as fast as them but she did her best to keep up and even stopped on a branch of a large tree where once the Empire state building had sat. She grinned she'd seen old pictures of what new York looked like in the early 21st century. She climbed the tree as the small monkeys chirped and clicked and Marie walked over to were they were. It was like a little cave built inside a tree as they grabbed hold of her hand as if telling her to scare out whatever it was inside there and Marie chuckled thinking it was probably just a bunch of other small monkeys inside. Marie slowly stepped up to the front of the cave being as careful as she knew how to be and roared like a tiger into the cave. Marie was pretty good as sounding like the animals after all being a Mole you had to lean these things to live.
Thread: The End (GreenEyed23xI)

But not perfect. The moment she had come within twenty feet of him Wallace was up and had his bow drawn with an arrow aimed right at the opening,. As she was pushed in he snarled. What the fuck are you doing here? His eyes were flashing all sorts of danger signs at her and his left arm was steady as steel as it held his bow right at her face. Even the quickest monkey could not dodge the arrow at this distance. Wallace knew that most likely she had followed the primates here but he did not care. He wanted to be left in peace. He had just pulled a rescue a few days ago.
Thread: The End (GreenEyed23xI)

Marie was pushed to the entrance and froze when she say the tip of an arrow head aimed at her face and the snarling sound of a man. I'm sorry. she said quickly her eyes wide with fear. I didn't know you were human I thought... she took a step back as the monkeys chirped and cried out for her to make him leave. She waved her hand at them to get them to shut up. Really I am sorry don't shoot me I have enough problems I don't need to be worrying about an arrow. Marie's eyes darted around See I'm leaving... she pointed out as she backed up hoping he'd lower his arrow from her so she didn't have to watch him as she left. I won't take your sleeping place and the monkeys won't bother you. she said quickly turning and bolting for it. You monkey's tried to kill me! she said running as the monkeys followed her. Sure Marie knew the monkey's probably didn't understand her and she defiantly didn't understand them which made her more nervous where else were they going to lead her. Gotta get back to my hide out. she said softly looking at the vines that connected buildings. It would bee dark soon enough and Marie didn't want to be out at dark that's when the real problems started.
Thread: The End (GreenEyed23xI)

Wallaca was impressed with her bravery. but she seemed a little dim. Who the hell ran into the jungle at night? hell he was doing it now. Before she had gotten to the edge of the floor he caught her and dragged her back to the cave ignoring her cries and struggles his strength far beyond hers. He set her on her butt on a flat spot and tossed her a pallet and pillow. Shut and get some sleep. i don't need you drawing scar here. And yes he has managed to climb up here before. He growled and sat down his back against the tree watching her closely. Who are you? And what are you?
Thread: The End (GreenEyed23xI)

Marie knew it was probably stupid to run out in the jungle at night but she needed to get back to her shelter where the large predator couldnt get to her. She knew that damn cat couldnt climb up a building or get inside where she was hiding. Sure the cat probably would find out where she was and try and eat her but that man was scarier than the damn cat any day. Marie climbed down just almost to the edge of the jungle floor her slightly bare feet covered in mud, grass, and some cloth from her skirt. She could hear something coming from behind her and she went to run when something grabbed her from behind. Marie screamed in surprise and then stopped her scream when she realized what had grabbed her. Her eyes went wide she wasnt sure what he wanted. Let me go! she growled at him as she dragged her along behind him. Marie didnt know where this man was taking her but wherever it was it was probably better than the jungle floor for now. When day break comes she was going to run for the hills and hide from him. When she knew he wasnt going to let her go she turned and bit his hand just hard enough to hurt but nothing to break the skin or make him hit her. They were back in the cave before she realized what he was doing and set her down on her butt cheeks. Im sorry. She said looking at the pallet and pillow. You call. Him Scar? she grinned as she laid back on the ground pushing the pillow and pallet back towards him. She was use to sleeping on the ground after all she was a slave. Ive seen Cassius I mean Scar climb many things so of course hes been up here before. She stated lying back on the ground. Marie turned her head looking at him as he growled she didnt know many men that growled like him but it was entertaining. She knew he was watching her because every time she looked over at him his eyes were trying to burn little holes into her. You may call me Marie. She smiled softly as she flipped onto her stomach. What am I? she paused Free! she laid her head against the floor of the cave in the tree as if listening to everything around her. Do you have a name? And what are you? she asked with a grin making sure not to look at him as she asked those questions.
Thread: The End (GreenEyed23xI)

Wallace watched her closely and pushed the pallet and pillow back. you are a former slave. Freedom is much more than not being under your Royal's thumb. Sleep like a human. He moved to put the metal mesh into place locking it as he sniffed the air. he lay down on his bedroll still watching Marie. You might not want to leave anytime soon. There is a monsoon coming in. he reached into his pack and tossed her a small canteen of water. Conserve. He sighed and lay down. I'm Wallace. Or the Flame. He knew he would not have to tell her what he was after that. in truth he did not really know. He wandered too much to be a member of any Civil though he hated them all anyway, but he also rescued far too many slaves to be just a wanderer. he could live anywhere like a mole and he fought harder than any other hero alive. His title would be hard to nail down. He opened his pack again and pulled out a roll of plastic sheeting which he hung over the opening just as the smell and feel of the storm began to fill the alcove. Seconds later the heavy rains broke and he sighed as he listened to it pound on the tree above them and the city around them. The rain still acidic here? All of the cities that had once existed had put out so much pollution when they had been destroyed they had been showered with toxic rains for centuries and New York was one of the worst having still had toxic rain all the way up to last year when Wallace had come last. The animals had long since learned not to drink the foul rain water instead using the Hudson river where it was clean or the rain after it had fallen through a number of natural filters making it safe to drink. unfortunately so high up neither Marie nor Wallace could collect any for drinking themselves.
Thread: The End (GreenEyed23xI)

Marie looked at Wallace of course he knew what she was. She stared at the ballet for a few minutes trying to discern how the thing worked as he spoke. I havent sleep on anything other than the earth so Im not sure that would be comfy. She pointed to it touching the pillow. Sure shed seen them and touched these things but never slept on one and she actually enjoyed sleeping on the floor it helped her know when to run if it was needed. Maries eyes darted over watching Wallace as he lay hes things out and she grinned and did as he did with a grin shed laid the pallet out for herself to lay on. She looked over at the exit of the cave and wondered how long till the rains would come. She sat down on the pallet watching the outside of the cave closely the air seemed to change which meant there was a storm on the way. It was getting cold and the air seemed to had the smell of fresh rain lingering. Maries eyes slowly moved over to Wallace as he mentioned that she wouldnt want to leave anytime soon. Sure she knew she couldnt leave didnt mean she didnt want too. He tossed a small canteen at her and she caught it and looked at him Thanks. She said softly pushing her mud covered hair back behind her ear. The Flame The royals dont like you Im surprised you got here. She laid down on her back Theres a price on your head. Marie closed her eyes. Marie knew Wallaces story after all he was legendary all over the Eastern part of the continent. Wallace wasnt really someone you could plant into just one type he wasnt just a hero, or a wonderer, or even a mole he was all of them. Marie stood up watching him as he moved to the opening of the cave. She watched for a few minutes as he closed the opening with a large plastic sheet. Yes and no it depends on how high the rain falls from the lower the rain the less acidic the rain is but by the smell its probably too acidic to go out in. she said climbing to her feet and moving towards the back of the cave running her fingers over the wood. The pollution New York had put out into the world was great so there was no way that the rain wouldnt be somewhat acidic. Marie had tested the rains for years and depending on the place the rain came from the rain could burn the crap out of you or not hurt you at all. Marie placed her ear against the tree as if listening to it. It sounds like the rains from high up and its just getting started. Marie pulled her ear from the tree. That plastic wouldnt keep the rain out itll probably burn through it if the rain hits it straight on.