forum Protags v Antags (closed)

Started August 01, 2019 by @Rvan group

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Gwen scanned the letter, cocking her head in confusion. Someone was inviting her to dinner. Someone she didn't know. The whole thing seemed very strange to her, but she decided she might as well see what they want. She had nothing planned for tonight anyways, and it might turn out to be a good thing she went.
She flicked through the few gowns she owned, picking out a dark turquoise one, before changing, and stepping outside. Feeling a smile spread across her face, she turned into eagle, and launched herself up into the air. A while later she landed where the letter had said, transformed back, put on a confident smile, and knocked on the door.

andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) nodded and got some of the salad before anything else. This reminded him of when he was back at his hometown and cooking meals for his family.
“Can you tell me about the pile of iron by the entrance? What’s that for?” He asked while plating his food.

(Oh heck I have literally nothing to do in any of my rps could I just erase that "letter of declination" thing and have my character accept it?)

(Yeah, I figured even though I'm a protag, I'd at least go see what he wants. Also I'd give me more to write)

(Yeah, totally cool)

andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) nodded and got some of the salad before anything else. This reminded him of when he was back at his hometown and cooking meals for his family.
“Can you tell me about the pile of iron by the entrance? What’s that for?” He asked while plating his food.

Marco smirked, “You see, something about me and all that other guests I’ve invited here. There’ve been rumors floating around about all of us. I’m fairly certain all those rumors are true,” Marco waved a hand in the air nonchalantly. “I can manipulate iron with my mind. I have piles of iron around the manor for defense, should I ever need it.”

Cassiel's eyes scanned the paper in front of her with incredible speed, her brow furrowing more and more as she read it. She was being invited to a man's house, for some reason. After a few moments of thinking, she shrugged. It wasn't like she had anything better to do. She managed to get someone to take her to the house mentioned on the paper, the entire time thinking, what I wouldn't give for flight powers. After several minutes, she walked up to the door and knocked on it.

Gwen scanned the letter, cocking her head in confusion. Someone was inviting her to dinner. Someone she didn't know. The whole thing seemed very strange to her, but she decided she might as well see what they want. She had nothing planned for tonight anyways, and it might turn out to be a good thing she went.
She flicked through the few gowns she owned, picking out a dark turquoise one, before changing, and stepping outside. Feeling a smile spread across her face, she turned into eagle, and launched herself up into the air. A while later she landed where the letter had said, transformed back, put on a confident smile, and knocked on the door.

Another servant opened the door, “Another guest, lovely. My master will be quite happy to know you’ve arrived. Right this way.” The servant stepped back and led the woman through the entry hall to the dining room, where Marco was once again all smiles to see another guest arrive. “Welcome, welcome. Come, have a seat.”

Cassiel's eyes scanned the paper in front of her with incredible speed, her brow furrowing more and more as she read it. She was being invited to a man's house, for some reason. After a few moments of thinking, she shrugged. It wasn't like she had anything better to do. She managed to get someone to take her to the house mentioned on the paper, the entire time thinking, what I wouldn't give for flight powers. After several minutes, she walked up to the door and knocked on it.

The servant, standing backup for the first, smiled as he opened the door, “Hello there, ma’am, right this way,” He stood back to let her in before trailing after the first servant to go to the dining hall where Marco’s smile brightened, “Ooo, another guest, lovely. Being honest, I didn’t think this many would come. Have a seat.”

As andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) saw two other people come in, he waved to them. The butterfly on his head flew towards the two newcomers before it divided into two butterflies and floated around them. The insects then came back to andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer), both of them positioned themselves on each of his shoulders.

Marco smirked, “You see, something about me and all that other guests I’ve invited here. There’ve been rumors floating around about all of us. I’m fairly certain all those rumors are true,” Marco waved a hand in the air nonchalantly. “I can manipulate iron with my mind. I have piles of iron around the manor for defense, should I ever need it.”

andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) nodded in understanding.
“That explains that. I might tell you about my powers, if you’re curious that is” he said, gently placing a cut of tender meat into his mouth.

Cassiel looked around carefully before sitting down, not touching anything on the table. "Sorry if I'm interrupting. Why was I invited here, exactly?"

“I’m actually quite interested. Rumors only tell so much,” Marco said as he cut himself a slice of pork with a levitating knife and fork. If they were going to be working together, it’d be helpful to know what exactly he was working with.

Gwen giggled as one of the butterflies flitted around her head, before flying back over to one of the men. "Hello!" She smiled brightly, sitting beside the woman who had come in behind her. "I'm Gwen! You have a big house. And lots of food. Can I have some? Also why am I here? Am I supposed to know you guys?" She spoke quickly, saying a lot in a very short amount of time.

Cassiel looked around carefully before sitting down, not touching anything on the table. "Sorry if I'm interrupting. Why was I invited here, exactly?"

“I figured I tell everyone once the others get here. If they don’t show for a little bit longer I might spill the beans a little earlier,” Marco told her, smiling with wicked eyes. In truth, he could hardly resist flaunting his plans for world domination, but he kept his mouth shut for now.

Gwen giggled as one of the butterflies flitted around her head, before flying back over to one of the men. "Hello!" She smiled brightly, sitting beside the woman who had come in behind her. "I'm Gwen! You have a big house. And lots of food. Can I have some? Also why am I here? Am I supposed to know you guys?" She spoke quickly, saying a lot in a very short amount of time.

“Hello there,” Marco smiled back, before explaining, “Feel free to eat whatever you like, while we wait for the others. There should be six of us total. And no, you aren’t supposed to know anyone here.”

Cassiel sighed. Wonderful. Leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed, she studied the room carefully.

"Oh. That makes sense." Gwen thought for a moment, before dishing herself some pasta from the bowl closest to her. Taking a bite, her eyes widened as the intricate flavors hit her tongue. She swallowed quickly and said, "This is delicious! Please give my thanks to the chef that made this. They did a wonderful job!"

“I’m actually quite interested. Rumors only tell so much,” Marco said as he cut himself a slice of pork with a levitating knife and fork. If they were going to be working together, it’d be helpful to know what exactly he was working with.

(I’m okay with waiting but I’d like to answer this first XD)
andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) nodded, creating butterflies of different colors from his hand.
“Well, to explain it easily, I can create spiritual butterflies which cause a number of effects on people. These effects vary from positive ones like healing and restoration to negative ones like causing nausea, low levels of blood loss, creating hallucinations, and traumatic memory recognition” he explained as the butterflies flew around the room, one landing on everyone’s shoulders.

Olivia arrived at the palace in her dark black carriage her door was opened by a footwoman and another helped Olivia out of the carriage. The massive black horses shifted as she left the box and the driver quickly found a place to park. Flanked by two of her guards she started for the doors her gown billowing out around her. (Every one who works for Olivia is a Female just to clarify)

“Well I do hope you aren’t poisoning me right now, that would be quite dreadful,” Marco glanced at the butterfly with a smirk. “Quite fascinating, really.” He leaned back in his chair, levitating a fork with a slice of meat on it to his mouth.
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The servants saw the carriage pull up and already began to open the doors. “Hello there, ma’am, welcome. I’m truly sorry, but your guards will have to wait in the grand entryway. If you’ll follow me, alone, I’ll bring you to the dining room where our master awaits.” A servant said as she stood back to let the woman in.

Olivia raised an eye brow but said nothing and signaled for her guards to stay put, She fallowed the servant into a large dinning hall where others were, "Well, I'm not sure what the butterfly's are for, I've never had liking for them myself but if you think it's fashionable then I'll let you make mistakes."