forum The Great Four (CLOSED)

Started January 13, 2019 by @KoffeeOwl

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James didn't deflate yet. there was still hope, but either way they liked forests. Which meant plants, which meant nature. James looked over at him, "Really? That's nice."

Sariel nodded and faced forward again, sitting with his hands still in his pockets. "Yeah, there are always parks and things, but those are different." He added, having yet to notice the weeds and grass that had been springing out of the cracks under the bench.

James spotted the plants growing underneath the bench. Strange, but he was putting the puzzle together. He nodded along, "Yeah, they are way different."

Sariel stayed quiet for a few seconds, then glanced under the bench through the holes that were covering the surface of it. That's great, I can't even sit down without something like that happening. He probably hasn't noticed though, it's a crack in the ground. Plants grow out of things like that regularly.
"How come you've got your hood up? Not that it's a problem or anything, it's just that it's not like it's raining or snowing outside."
What I saw could've been from almost anything. But those are odd questions for someone to be asking, considering what I thought I saw. Aren't elves small though?

"I have this thing that if the sun hits my head I go all weird" James used the usual lie slipping off easily. Normally it was so out there no one bothered to question it, or just didn't feel like it, "Did you dye your hair? It looks nice."

Sariel nodded to what the stranger had said. But his hair would keep that from happening, right? He wondered, not bothering to say it. "Yeah, actually, I usually keep it dyed." He said, casting around for hair colors he had seen before, in the event he was to be asked. Blonde. Lots of people have that as a natural color, right?
Meanwhile, the grasses and weeds that were once short and hard to notice, had reached Sariel's feet. Standing up, he scraped them back under the bench with one of his shoes.
"I'm sorry, I've gotta go somewhere." He said, regretting the fact that he hadn't bothered to check a clock or something before jumping off the bench. "It was nice meeting you," Sariel added, before looking at the sign above the exit to make sure it was the right one and jogging up the stairs.
He was probably lying about the hood.

James sighed but he had noticed the heavy growth that had happened. He was totally a forest sprite. James smirked slightly before walking up and heading along to his job. He wasn't that far and should get their with plenty of time to spare.

( @"Honey and Spearmint" , I can put one of my other characters in if you want me to, so you can get more involved?)

Walking down the sidewalk, and having not been paying attention to where he was going, Sariel stopped at a corner store, walking in and wandering down one of the aisles. I guess I'll get something then go home. He thought, stopping and looking at the refrigerated drinks, only really paying a small amount of attention to what they had. I hope he's not one of those people who tells everyone everything. I didn't cover it up as well as I usually do, but then, people normally don't ask such specific questions.

Well, it's still the morning in the rp, so you could give her a job or set her up to where she would meet someone. So far, Sariel is in a gas station, Thatcher and Sophia are talking, James is going to work, and Aria is at a shooting range I believe. ))

(sorry for my lack of brainpower right now
could she be walking in the same direction as Sariel and accidentally crash into him?)

No worries! But that sounds good for now, my last reply shouldn't be too far up on this page.))

(alright, thank you)

Pandora sighed to herself as she entered the corner store, fidgeting with her torn sleeve. See, this is why you never wear loose clothing, she chastised herself, absentmindedly browsing through the aisles of junk food. Smart Food.. she thought, I need some Smart Food. Not finding any in the first few aisles, she turned a corner— bumping straight into a tall man.

Taking a few steps to the side, Sariel briefly looked at the girl through widened eyes. Before being bumped into, he had zoned out once again, staring at the drinks behind the door and thinking of what had happened on the train and in the subway station.
"Sorry about that," Sariel said, refocusing his eyes and finally listening to what was going on around him She was another one of the people on the train. He thought, noticing the torn up sleeve and prosthetic arm. Swinging open one of the cooler doors, Sariel took out a bottle of water and then shut the door, only to see one of the screws keeping the door connected to its hinges, lying on the floor.

Pandora stumbled backwards, muttering apologies. Her eyes honed in on the fallen screw, mind flitting back to the train, where the whole handle had fallen. She frowned slightly. Speaking of.. "Sorry about that– are you okay? I think I recognize you from somewhere?"

Sariel nodded a few times, looking away from the screw on the floor and turning the bottle he had over. "Yeah, I saw you on the train when you were stuck." He said, remembering that shortly after, the handhold had detached, and he had seen everyone being equally unlucky off the train. "Nothing seems to be going too well today, does it?" He added, now finally noticing how pale and scarred the stranger seemed to be, though he didn't say anything about it.
Maybe they really are back. There were all of those odd people on the train, and things are breaking everywhere nearby.

Pandora let out a tiny groan, hooking her index finger through the hole in her sleeve. “Yeah, tell me about it.” She would have turned and left right then and there, but something about the man… drew her. Some sort of… almost otherworldly aura. A sense. A stupid one. Stop overthinking things.

Taking one last look through the door, and deciding there wasn't anything else he really needed, Sariel went to leave the aisle, only turning around when he realized the stranger was still just standing there. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, still turning over the bottle.

( @"Honey and Spearmint" , I can put one of my other characters in if you want me to, so you can get more involved?)

That would be great, sorry about not responding. I had auditions for a play and just had callbacks this morning.//

It's fine, thanks for letting me know; I'll have them up soon.))

No problem, and thanks!//

Alright! I'll have my other character up in a few minutes, I just got home))

"Hm? Yeah," she responded in a blank voice, too occupied with thinking to give him a proper answer. "Sorry." It was strange… he felt almost familiar. Not his face, no, that was completely foreign, but his residual energy gave off a frequency that she couldn't help but recognize. "Wait– do I know you from somewhere? Other than the train, I mean."

Name: Sinon Harulf
Age: 20
Gender: Female
S/O: Bisexual

Appearance: 5'5" ft tall and 129 lbs, with back length ash blonde hair that covers her ears, and slightly tanned skin. Her eyes are a streaky mixture of blue and dull green, and her ears are pointed and quite a bit longer than a human's ears would be.

Attire: Lightly colored hoodies and jackets featuring lunar cycles, and brightly colored jeans or shorts (white, light blue, etc.). Sinon also wears hats and beanies sometime when she puts her hair up.
Species (human or otherwise): Elf
General Personality: While she tends to be quiet around strangers, Sinon isn't typically shy and doesn't have a problem talking to new people if need be. Around her close friends/family though, she is very talkative. Despite being a generally friendly person, Sinon tends to get defensive about her opinion, and often refuses to admit outright that she's wrong.
History (optional): (Working on)
Family (optional): (Working on)

(She's new, so I don't have much on her yet.)

This again? Sariel thought, beginning to panic somewhat. I may as well have a sign on my face at this point.
"No, I don't think so," he said, scooting out from the middle of the aisle in case someone were to try and get by. Maybe I should cover my arms with makeup and dye my hair, Sariel thought, happy, at least, that there seemed to be a lack of people in the store other than the girl.
"How come you ask?"