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

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Angela laughed at the man's almost star-struck expression. "Yes dear, and you probably will too. He may be a huge general, but he comes in here almost every week to check in on the patients." She smiled softly, cleaning off her tools.

"Sorry, I'm used to working at smaller bases," He explained rubbing the back of his neck almost nervously. "But I'm excited to be able to help out here!"

"It's alright. Use that spunk to keep you warm at night." Angela said an almost sad look on her face as she finished cleaning up her tools and setting them back into her pouches. "You'll need that here. Now, do you have a sleeping arrangements already?"

"No, not yet. I wanted to come straight here to see if I could help with anything," Finn said his smile turning nervous again.

Alex, without thinking, came over to them. He was rather socially clueless. "Angela, Lieutenant Barker is dead. His body needs to be taken care of." His eyes landed on Finn. "Oh. Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." To Finn, he said, "I'm Alexander Swanson. I'd hold out my hand for a shake, but..you don't want to touch me." He gave a wry, almost bitter smile.

(Please do three sentences at the least dear.)

Angela offered a hand up. "Well, we have an open bunk in my cabin. I'm sure no one will mind if another medic stays there." Her eyes crinkled as she smiled. "Would you like to drop your stuff off there before we get back to work?"

Finn was slightly startled when the new man appeared but he turned around and kept smiling. "Hi, I'm Finn. Why wouldn't I want to touch you? If you are sick I promise I have a strong immune system," Finn explained. He rarely ever got human illnesses.

Alex snorted. "I'll kill you. Maybe. My touch is seen as a curse because it kills." He explained. "I wouldn't actually kill you, but no one else would want to touch you afterwards." This was perhaps the most he had spoken in a while. His mind didn't do well with extended conversation. "Also, if you don't want to take Angela up on her offer, I also have an open bunk. Meaning most of them. No one wants to share a room with death."

(Oh shoot sorry I didn't see Unseelie response at first.)
Finn shrugged trying to pretend Alex's response didn't bother him. "I don't mind where I stay. Whichever cabins closer to the infirmary," He said grabbing his bag. The glass bottles moved inside and clinked together. "I mainly only have my medical supplies but I'd like to put everything away and sort my supplies."

Alex nodded. "That's probably her cabin, then." He replied. He closed his eyes as q wave of nausea washed over him. Too many ghosts in a too small space. He thought, feeling the urge to throw up. He started mumbling to himself again. "One two three one two three." He repeated this a few times, calming himself down.

Lissy pulled her cap down lower and tightened her scarf around her jaw. God, it was cold out. The snow crunched under her numbing feet, and though they ached, she was grateful she still had them. Others hadn't been as lucky. She caught a glimpse of some tents in the distance and stumbled, nearly falling over. She hoped desperately that they were Patriots; if they weren't, her stolen uniform would get her shot. Lissy shifted her rifle so it didn't dig into her shoulder and picked up her pace. Ziel should be nearby, circling and searching for prey. She reached out to him, probing the air for his presence. She felt it then, far above her and to the left, and was contented. Lissy suddenly felt lightheaded, and sped up, taking steps twice as big as before. She was almost there when the first wave of exhaustion hit her, and she swore loudly. Traveling in the woods alone was risky, especially as a woman, and she'd been clinging onto her power for hours on end to sense everything around her. If she didn't get to the camp soon, she'd collapse in a snowdrift and freeze to death. And so she let go of the feelings tethering her to the rest of the world surrounding her and ran to the tents. Lissy nearly fell several times but kept her footing, then finally staggered to a stop by the first tent. She saw a lovely woman then, olive-skinned and white haired, and smiled.
"Anreden," Lissy said faintly.
Then her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out cold.

(G’ah!!!! I am so sorry this took so long to get up!)

Name: Grace Carter

Other name(s): none

Age: 20

Gender: female

Race/species: Human?

Sexuality and relationship status: Demisexual, single

Nationality: Uh… She was born in Carolina

Family: Her mother died when she was young and her father left to join the battle a few years ago and she hasn't had any contact with him since.

Companions: none

Alliance(s): Patriot

Affiliation(s): Patriot

Occupation/rank: cook but she's willing to help anywhere she can

Appearance: (see below?)

Skin color: lightly tan

Hair colour, type and length: semi-wild Auburn hair that ends just above her mid-back, she often tries to tie it back in a braid but it always comes out on its own after a while.

Eye colour: Hazel

Height: 5’7”

Weight: average

Build: slender, not very athletic but still with a bit of muscle

General clothing: usually a simple dress and cloak but prefers wearing boots and is willing to wear men's clothing.

Powers and abilities?: Pyrokinetic (she's basically a fire bender.)

Weapon(s) and items?: she mostly uses her fire when she has to fight… Or a frying pan.

Skill(s): Her cooking skills, her fine tuned fire ability.

Strengths: she's an amazing cook and very friendly.

Weaknesses: she's mostly a pacifist and a little squeamish

Personality: Normally she’s a nice person, not very outgoing but she's easy to talk to, she honestly prefers not to fight when she can avoid it but she's actually very protective of people she cares about.

Having finished her meal, Amelia stepped out of her cabin with a sigh. Her jaw cracked as it resettled and her fangs retracted. Rolling her shoulders, she squinted at the sunlight, frowning thoughtfully as she made her way back to the infirmary. She didn't have a mission as of right now, so it seemed like a good place to work off her excess energy.
Amelia stepped in through the door just as a small figure seemed to loose consciousness. Without thinking, she reached out to catch the poor thing before they smacked their head on the ground. "My, my" Amelia said blandly to the room. "Seems like a busy day."

Angela let out a few quiet swears in French, rushing to the fallen woman and smiling at Amelia. "Thank you for catching her dear, could you show Finn to our cabin? He'll be staying there until we find another place for him." She asked, taking the passed out woman in her arms and carrying her inside. Angela laid her down on her own desk, examining her.

Finn’s eyes followed Angela and the passed out girl before turning to Amelia and waving slightly. He glanced at Angela again but then looked right back at Amelia. A small smile on his face. He wanted to help but also knew that he needed to put his stuff away.

Amelia's green eyes looked down and then up the boy before her. Despite her just having fed, her fangs tingled from within her gums. The kid wasn't human and that was such a tasty treat–
The guajona cleared her throat, dismissing the thoughts from her mind with a small shrug. She was always a little wild after eating, her control would return soon. "This way, young one." Amelia gestured with a pale hand. "It's not to far from here. Angela? If the general stops by please let him know that I will drop off my report this evening." With that she stepped out into the weak sunlight once more.

Finn nodded studying Amelia. He didn't have a great feeling about her but followed anyway. He hesitated slightly at first. Causing him to be behind. "So you know I'm finn. what's your name?" He asked catching up to her.

"I'm Amelia." the Guajona said with her sly smile. "I help Angela from time to time, but I mostly work in–" She paused thinking for a second what her current cover was. "Cartography. Much of the terrain around here is still undocumented." Amelia shrugged, casting it off with indifference.

"That sounds interesting," Finn said walking beside her with a small smile. He noticed her pause but didn't say anything. She didn't feel human to Finn. He'd been around dozens of supernaturals back in Boston and even some of his other bases but he knows that some aren't exactly nice. Especially since most covens, including his old one, are known for hunting down vampires and similar creatures.

"It can be." Amelia admitted. She did enjoy navigating the land during her hunts, but that was very different to actually studying it. "Although during this time of year I'm afraid it can be dreadfully droll." She motioned to the snow around them, remembering at the last second that she wasn't wearing a coat out in the freezing temperatures. She had been too warm from her last feeding to notice the weather. Oops.

With that comment, Finn realized her lack of coat. Even with his light coat and warmer body temperature he was freezing. His mind raced thinking of all the things hse could be. He looked around at the few people around him. Debating on confronting her once they got to the cabin. What if he was wrong? She could just be used to the cold.

"Here we are!" Amelia grinned, stepping up the small stair to the front door if the cabin. She didn't bother to knock as she swept in the door, standing back so that Finn could follow her into the sparse room. "There is an empty cot just over there. Angela's is all the way down at the end. This cabin is mostly medics, so you should feel right at home." She showed him around, eyes glinting in the dim lighting. "My cabin is just next door."