forum Sharp Teeth and Magic Crowns // O/O // Closed

Started February 25, 2020 by @MarDeColores this is not it kids

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"I had a dream that these monsters came. I was hoping it would be a nightmare, not a prophecy."

Laurel had been having some strange dreams lately, filled with shadowy monsters with white smiles and sharp claws– and a beautiful person as well, but she didn't really dwell on that. She had put it down to an overactive imagination and too many horror novels before bed. But then she meets that beautiful person from her dreams– and the monsters appear in her town. In order to banish the monsters to their own world, Laurel must team up with the person from her dreams and find a magical crown. Supposedly, it can grant someone the power to defeat the Shadow King, a sorcerer who unleashed the monsters upon Laurel's world. It will be a difficult journey, but Laurel is determined to succeed.

Rules and Stuff!

• All of andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules apply!

• So basically, you would be the 'beautiful person' and I would be Laurel.

• There can be romance in this you want– I don't really care– but it wouldn't be the main story.

• The characters probably wouldn't have any sort of magical abilities unless they found an item that gives powers to them, so… try to keep them a normal human. (I'll probably shove some magical items in your hands at some point, so don't worry. :)

• Please try and answer consistently. If something comes up in your life, just tell me! I'll totally understand.

• I might ask for a writing sample, but probably not. Just spell words correctly and have proper grammar and we'll be fine. A few mistakes are fine, though (we all do them).

• I'd like to only know what your character looks like and what their name is, so I'll only be posting a physical description of Laurel if someone joins.

• If you have any questions, just ask me!

(Of course! Okay, this is Laurel's description. Could you please post a description of your character? It doesn't have to be too detailed, but it can if you want it to be. :)
Laurel is 5'9", with light olive skin and blonde hair cut into a pixie. Her eyes are light green and she has a sprinkling of freckles across her nose. She's slender and usually wears comfortable jeans, a t-shirt, and worn boots or tennis shoes.

Ok this is my boy Arlo :)
Arlo’s skin is a light mocha color, clear of freckles or different pigment. His eyes are a striking blue and he’s always wearing a genuine smile. His build is skinnier than most, however his muscles are clearly defined. He stands at about 5’11” and holds himself high with a sense of confidence. Arlo has deep black hair that is never styled, so it goes wherever it wants. It’s shaved on the sides and much longer on the top, often falling into his eyes.

(Yikes, this took a little longer than I wanted it to…)
The grass below Laurel's feet reminded her of frost. White, crackling under her feet, and cold. It was cold there, she could remember that much. There were trees too, dark and foreboding at the edge of her vision. Lurking just beyond the tree line were shadowy figures, though Laurel couldn't tell if they were masked by shadow or made by it. They flitted between trees, always in the corner of her eye. And directly in front of her was a boy. Most of his face was blurred, but she could make out blue eyes and dark hair. He didn't say anything, just stood as still as a statue. She turned to look the other way only to see one of the figures peeling away from the forest and stalking towards her. Laurel took a step backward and ran into something solid. Warm hands gripped her arms and a soft, feminine voice whispered–
"Hey, watch it!" Laurel jumped and looked up, angry that her line of thought had been interrupted. She stepped aside to avoid the group of people walking the other way and tried to recall where she was. That mysterious person had whispered something to her, right? What had it been…
"Oh, right. They are coming. Spooky." She laughed softly and turned into the ice cream shop. Summer was almost coming to an end, and she wanted to make the most out of what was left of it. The inside was blissfully cool, filled with other people looking to escape the heat for a while. She spotted a group of people she knew and went over to say hello, then stepped into the line for ice cream.

Arlo raced through the city quickly, tripping and losing some of the papers flowing from his computer bag.
I’m gonna be so late, he thought to himself hastily. His heart beat fast as his feet pounded on the sidewalk. He appologized to more people than he could count, having to resist the urge to pet dogs on his way.
At a stoplight he checked his phone, bouncing in place anxiously with his eyes locked on the time. However, his bouncing subsided when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a woman. She looked utterly familiar, and made his heart sink in the way it would when you knew for a fact something terrible was going to happen. He let his curiosity stem, stepping a slight bit over the intersection only to hear car horns blaring. He jumped back and gave a sheepish smile to the driver, continuing quickly on his way.
He kept eyeing the shop she had entered, as he grew closer to the doorway. He had to shake himself from his curiosity daze as he passed the shop, his eyes wandering across the woman.
Who is she? he thought. And why do I feel like I know her?

(Sorry it took so long and it’s a bit short. Just a quick question though— would Arlo know anything about the situation yet, or be completely oblivious?)

(Oh, you’re good! To answer your question, Arlo would probably know a little– about as much as Laurel, actually. He’s probably had close to the same dream as her. So, sketchy monsters and "They are coming".)

Laurel resisted the urge to sigh dramatically at the length of the line– it had been five hours (five minutes) and she was still in the back half of the line. With the intention of seeing the board with all the flavors on it, Laurel stepped back, accidentally stepping on what she thought to be someone's foot. "Oh, I'm so sorry–" She spun around to apologize to whoever the foot belonged to, her eyes momentarily latching onto someone passing the shop. Someone with blue eyes and dark hair. She knew someone who looked like that. She'd just had a dream with them in it. "Oh, this is insane…" Laurel made a split-second decision and jumped out of the line, weaving around people and bursting out of the shop. He couldn't be the man in her dream… could he? Did things like that even happen? Skidding around the corner, Laurel walked as fast as she could towards him, her mind going a hundred miles an hour. What would she say to him? Something along the lines of, hello, I had a dream about shadow monsters and you were in it! 'They are coming'! would probably be too straightforward. And it would scare him away, which was not what she was going for.
"Ah, excuse me?" Laurel tapped the man on the shoulder. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about the phrase "they are coming", would you?"

Arlo stood there, dumbfounded.
Well would you looka that, he thought.
He wheeled around, looking at her features. Her shorter blonde hair and light green eyes. That same familiar glow he had grown accustomed to.
It is her.
“I do,” he said in more of a breath than voice, breathing slightly heavily from his hasty commute. “So… you’ve had the dream, too, right?”
His eyes were bright and wide and hopeful, and he clenched his computer bag way too tight. To the point his first was white. His heart was racing— whether if was from his commute or the person before him, he didn’t know.
“Do you know anything else about it?” he asked, his voice lower.

The man turned around and said something she'd never thought she'd hear. "You… you do?" Laurel stared at him, feeling slightly relieved that she could finally see his face. He looked hopeful, about as hopeful as she felt. Maybe, now that they'd (somehow) met, she'd get some answers.
"Uh, yeah, I did. With those monsters and the freezing woods?" Half of her mind was screaming at her that this wasn't really happening, that she was going crazy. And the other half was laughing hysterically. It was a miracle she was actually making complete sentences.
"I don't really know… just the dream. I know there's something in the woods, but so do you. Probably." She shrugged slightly and looked around, half-expecting one of those mysterious figures to leap at her. A shadow slid over the sun and Laurel shivered at a sudden cold breeze.
"Do you–" Laurel began, intending to ask him if he had any idea who "they" were. Her eye caught a movement on the wall of the building near them. The shadow of a person slid along the wall, which was creepy because one, there was no sun and two… there wasn't a person to cast the shadow in the first place.
"Gah! It's one of them!" Laurel wildly pointed towards the shadow, though it disappeared behind a tree a second after she yelped.

Arlo wheeled around, eyes wide. He dropped a few papers from his grasp, then flowing away wistfully in the wind. Though, he didn’t have time to worry about that.
He almost jumped back at her sudden explanation, his wild eyes darting around to see whatever she had.
“You— you saw one of them?” he asked, his voice slightly higher pitched as he almost hugged his computer bag. “But… I thought… I didn’t know they were real. Hell, I didn’t know you were real.”
He took a moment to process, breathing out his every word in more of a breath than a voice.
“Does that mean….,” he began, looking over at her. His eyes looked slightly broken, as if the inevitable were occurring. Which, in his mind, this absolutely was.
“Does that mean our visions are true… too?” he asked, his voice much lower. “The post-apocalyptic lookin’ world with all the frost and…”
Arlo trailed off, his eyes looking back over to where she had pointed.
Maybe it was just a shadow, he tried to convince himself. Maybe she just saw a random shadow of someone.

"I– I mean, I thought I did." Laurel continued staring at the place where the shadow had been, trying to spot the tiniest clue that she was, in fact, not crazy. "It was a shadow of a person, but it looked all wrong, and there wasn't actually a person there!" She took a big breath and looked back at Arlo. Her heart was beating faster than it should be, and her mouth was so dry she almost couldn't swallow. "Well, I guess we're both real now." A soft, breathy laugh escaped from her lips as she looked back at the wall. "Given all the evidence, I guess we have to accept that we are both screwed. I mean–" Laurel was cut off by a loud clicking sound. It rang out through the streets, causing people to stop what they were doing and look around in bewilderment. After a few seconds, the noise started to fade, leaving only a ringing in Laurel's ears.
"Mommy, look at the sky!" A little girl's voice rang out from the silence, loud and full of wonder. Almost in slow motion, Laurel tipped her head back to look at the sky. Instead of the normal light blue, it was now darker, almost navy blue, with strange streaks of purple and black. It was almost like looking at one of those pictures of galaxies people liked to use as backgrounds.
"Uh…" Laurel tore her eyes away from the sky to look at Arlo, feeling like her head might explode. "The… the sky? It's… what?"

Arlo slowly lifted his eyes to the sky, not really being able to reply. His heart skipped up beats, probably not working like it was actually supposed to. He dropped his computer bag fully, but didn’t mind.
He didn’t think that was important at the moment.
“Okay, okay, okay,” he said hastily, brushing his hands on either side of his head and taking a long, deep breath. He brought his eyes back down, not meeting Laurel’s but not resting on any certain point. Instead they scanned the road, sidewalk, shops, cars, lights, anything but the sky and the mysterious woman in front of him. He started pacing slightly, just rocking back and forth with the occasional step.
“We need a place we can discuss this,” he said, his tone changing dramatically. From a nervous nerd to a grizzled leader type of person. “Away from… the public? And these… shadows. Do you know anywhere? Even if it’s just outside the city. I don’t have a good feeling about this, but we gotta leave and regroup.”
He suddenly fell very still, his bright eyes locking on hers.
“Tell me,” he began, his voice sharp. “Is there anywhere or anyone from the visions you remember that I might not? That can help us?”

(Arlo does not know the woman Laurel mentions.)
"Agreed. I, uh, my place is on the outskirts, kinda. I don't know anywhere else to go, really, unless you have a better idea." Laurel glanced at Arlo, noting the sudden change in tone. She hoped that she could trust him because there really wasn't anyone else to talk about this with. "We should probably leave before people start rioting or something," she continued, looking around at the people. They were all talking amongst themselves, pointing at the sky. Some were screaming about aliens, others about the apocalypse, and some were simply just standing there in shock. Laurel sighed and turned back to Arlo, only to find his eyes locked onto hers. She instinctively stepped back a tiny bit at the tone of his voice. It was probably just because of all the new stuff, she told herself, but it still bothered her a bit.
"Umm…" She searched through her memories, trying to remember what happened after the person whispered to her. They'd let her go, then the monster that had come from the woods had lunged at her, and–
"There was a woman." The words burst from her mouth, along with a new memory. "She… had this crown on. And a staff in her hand." She frowned, another memory hovering just at the edge of her mind. "She… she said… 'They are coming, Laurel. Find him, and find these, and you might survive to meet the King'. And she pointed at the crown and staff. What do you think? You saw her too, right?" She looked at Arlo quizically. Surely, he'd seen the woman too.