forum Can We Roleplay A Story? (ALL SPOTS TAKEN) (OPEN)

Started February 28, 2023 by Deleted user

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(aaaaaaaaand i made this kinda long 😅 don't feel pressured to have long answers, this is just me. And most likely my answers will be shorter as the story goes on…)

Arianna was always aware of feeling like she didn’t belong. Not in her school, not amongst her friends, not even with her family. Sure, her parents loved her and cared for her, but she couldn’t help feeling like they were hiding something. It wasn’t until the eve of March 31st–her 18th birthday–that she gained the truth.
The blonde-haired girl readied herself as the bus came to a stop at the end of her drive. She hoped out of the automatic doors, shooting her driver a thank-you and her friends a good-by. Her driveway was a long, rocky road that wound into the woods. She slung her backpack over both shoulders and began her walk, humming quietly to herself. Her chestnut eyes roved over the trees, admiring the small gems in the leafy canopy above. A tree she did not know the name of had blossomed full of bright pink flowers and paired nicely with the bright green spring leaves. Colorful birds flitted through the trees, calling and laughing at each other as they spent the last few hours of the day with joy.
On and on she went for about ten minutes until she came to a clearing. It was a log cabin with a tin roof and barn off to the side matching it. The house was big enough for five people at most, but she knew it was only three who lived there. She marched casually onto the front porch and swung open the door.
“Mom! Dad!” She called, “I’m home!” She took her shoes off at the door and stepped fully into the room. It was the living area, with a television, a fireplace, and a couple of sofas. Pictures hung on the wall, and a stuffed deer head was presented over the TV. On the wall opposite the fireplace was a stairwell that led up into a single room and a bath. A hallway was underneath the stairs that led to three more rooms and another bathroom. Directly across the front door was the open kitchen where she could clearly see her mother at work.
The woman had dark brown hair and kind, almost gray eyes. A few silver strands appeared through her curly curtain; showing her age but never taking away from her beauty.
“Hello dear,” She greeted, “How was school?”
“Same old, same old,” Her daughter replied, turning off towards the stairs.
“Dinner in two hours!” The mother called as Arianna closed her bedroom door behind her.
The girl stepped into her room and looked around. Across from the door was a large, circular window with her bed beneath it so she could look to the stars at night. She had a nightstand next to the bed with a lamp that looked like a rat hugging the lightbulb to its chest. On the wall to her right was a small bookshelf and a beanbag chair for comfort. The left wall had a desk with a monitor on top and a swivel chair. She breathed in the scent of wood and books; home.

(I'll continue ig?? Sorry idrk how this works -.-)
Outside there was a discernable clatter as Clover stumbled around. She had just came out of being a cat, one of her favorite forms to take, and was back into her human body. They've been having out around this house for a couple of weeks now. They always took to form of an animal when people came around. It was weird enough that a random 17 year old was hanging around the woods. It would be weirder if they found out it was a formtaker.
Bonk They hit their head against the wood paneling of the house. It made a loud knocking noise.

Reyna was returning to the FormTaker world, chuckling slightly after yet another long, hard mission in the Overworld.

She was splattered with blood - mostly others - and was wearing her usual assassination/recon outfit.

"Well, that was definitely new." she says to herself, peeling off her gloves, which were soaked with sweat and blood.

She winces as the fabric brushes against a gash on the back of her hand, but knew it would heal scarlessly within an hour.

Reyna looks around at the familiar misty caverns of the FormTaker world with joy and wonder, as she had since she was young enough to understand how their home worked. She gazed upon the flecks of crystal - well, huge chunks, but from where she was they looked like flecks - littering the cavern roof, then shifts her gaze to the gracefully curling spires and arches of the city, that reflected the mutable nature of the people that dwelled within.

"I need to go report in with the King and Queen after I shower and get cleaned up." she hums, starting to make her way towards the barracks in which she chose to live.