forum The American Revolution With A Hint Of Magic (Open)

Started November 12, 2019 by Deleted user

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Alex finally started towards Angela and Amelia, though he didn't speak yet, remaining a respectful distance away for them to finish their conversation. Around him he could see the ghosts of the dead and dying of Valley Forge. He let out a breath. His mind drifted to Henry. His Henry. His sweet Henry, who had let him linger in a mental asylum for nearly five years. His hand clenched into a fist, and his counting sped up again. No, he would not think of Henry. Henry was no longer his. Henry was married. Henry had a son. Henry hated him.

(Writing sample like a little scene of how I write?)

(A sample from a rp so I can see how you usually respond.)

Amelia smiled slightly, barest hint of her fangs showing in her hunger. "Yes, that should suffice." She cleared her throat. "I thank you once more for this. I'm not usually so–helpless." The spy looked away, frowning. She hated this vulnerability, however temporary it may be. Her gaze caught on a man walking towards them, one she didn't recognize, so she refrained from saying anything more as he got closer.

"It's alright dear. Let me bring this to a soldier quickly and I'll show you where the body is in a moment." Angela promised, her eyes crinkling as she smiled. She turned her head towards the approaching figure. "Hello Alex, are you alright?"

Alex blinked, and nodded. "Yes." he replied. "Lieutenant Derry is dying." he said without preamble, gesturing to where the soldier lay. He ceased his counting, trying to calm himself down. Enough whispers about his mental state already flooded the camp; he didn't need any more.

(The girl rubbed her temples. ‘What the hell are you talking about? What’s some myth go to do with this?”
“Those aren’t myths, little sister. Spoons here was right on that.” The man now stood next to the teacher. “Hey there, Michael. How’s it been?”
Surprising everyone but Deiker, Spoons lunged at him with a knife.
“Really Mike, a knife?” he caught Spoons’ hand, then punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground.
“Hey!” Taryn protested, running up to the man and pushing him away from her teacher. “Who ARE you?”)

"That's mildly unfortunate." Amelia deadpanned. She wasn't sure who the man in question was, but at this moment in time more dead bodies equaled more blood for her to consume. The Guajona pressed a hand against her brow as the sun peeked out from behind the clouds. She made a soft hissing sound before moving under the eave of the infirmary.

(Name: Oscar Clark
Other name: Os
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race/species: Humani
Sexuality and relationship status: Bisexual. Single and ready to mingle
Nationality: French American immigrant
Family: None. All dead from smallpox
Companions: Dog named Jack
Affiliation: Patriot
Occupation/rank: Lieutenant
Appearance: Unusually pale for being from France and Nebraska
Skin color:Pale olive
Hair colour, type and length: Brown, shaggy, neck length
Eye colour: Green
Height: 5’7’
Weight: 135 Lbs
Build: Athletic, lean
General clothing: Black wool pants, white shirt, blue and black waistcoat.
Powers and abilities?: Ability of Osteokinesis and Picnokinesis. Bone manipulation is incredibly painful, but can also regrow the bones he uses almost instantly. Can create shells of energy shells around his sword, and make explosions with his Aura, a Humani thing.
Weapons and items?: Flintlock pistol, hanger short sword
Skills: Public speaking, communication, fencing and shooting.
Strengths: Courageous, insistent, intelligent.
Weaknesses: Quick temper, rushes into things, procrastinates.
Personality: Very open and kind to everyone he meets. Loves all animals, hates to see any living creature harmed. Very defensive and protective of those in his charge. Runs hand through hair a lot when speaking. Jittery, and has extremely high energy.)

"That's mildly unfortunate." Amelia deadpanned. She wasn't sure who the man in question was, but at this moment in time more dead bodies equaled more blood for her to consume. The Guajona pressed a hand against her brow as the sun peeked out from behind the clouds. She made a soft hissing sound before moving under the eave of the infirmary.

"Alright, Miss Amelia, please help me dispose of the body, then we'll get you some food," Angela said, briskly walking into the infirmary and to a fever-ridden man. "Here you go dear, keep this on your head till it melts, then get another medic to get you some more." She told him, patting his shoulder and walking over to the now dead man.

Alex watched them go, and leaned against the side of the building, letting the cold air wash over his face. He was still tapping on his leg. "Monster" "hellspawn" "devil" "Dúnmharú" "dusachtach" He took a deep breath. A nearby ghost flickered slightly, and he glanced at it, then away again. One two three. One two three. He counted to himself again.

Sighing, the Guajona followed Angela into the infirmary. She strode through, holding her breath and keeping her eyes trained on the dead man a few beds in. She didn't need to breathe, but it did make her appear a bit more human. The smell of blood with thick in the air, if she left herself go for even a moment, it would be hell. Without waiting for Angela's instructions, Amelia lifted the dead man with ease. "Where shall I take him?" She said softly, she would need to inhale if she wanted to speak again. Dammit.

"Anywhere dear, you can take him to our cabin as long as you get rid of it afterward." Angela smiled softly. She headed to a man just taken in, another smallpox victim. He wouldn't last long. And just a small boy too. Fifteen at most. She shook her head, gently holding the man's head in her hands before snapping his neck, whispering a small prayer. "I'm sorry child. This is so you do not suffer."

Amelia nodded, watching Angela do her work. Now that her hunger would be sated, she inhaled and spoke once more. "I would take him too," Amelia nodded at the youth, a flicker of her usual playful smirk shadowing her features. "But small pox leaves a taste that isn't all pleasing." She spun on her heel, the man's heavy body like a feather, and darted out to her cabin on the far end of the encampment too fast for any human to plainly see.

Hey, would I still be able to join?

Angela let out a loud whistle, alerting the other medics. "I'm going to start doing inoculations, tell Washington I'm busy if he asks." She stated. "Please take the other patients who are not in dire need to the other room." Angela smiled softly before pulling out a few bottles and tools out of her pouches and onto her desk.