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Not too big on History, but will play a Fantasy History based RP if I have the time to do the research. At this point, I'm deeply into Japanese History based stories.
Not very good at Military genres and not strong in writing out fight scenes, but will jump in the center of the storm to better myself.
Rite of Passage
OOC: http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/rite-of-passage-ooc-kronas-phi-chisym.29609/
~Leona~
Leona stepped out of the car, finding herself smack dab in the center of a lively carnival of laughter, deep base, and wild rampage before a large theater house overlooking San Tamino Street - the center of the Arts District. She hadn't been to Lyrics in a while; sort of been avoiding it for about a week now, but Annette and Naomi insisted on celebrating her new career there. It was a save haven after all, for their kind - Night Hunters. Besides, she might be starting her first day on a project located right there in that very building.
"It's the perfect place," Annette giggled as they entered the historic night club. "You'll get to see it as the possible decorator for their new look for the year. That makes everything different when looking with that perspective, ya know?"
The young Night Hunter was right. Everything did look different about the club, since she was now a part of its future. Still, there was that prickling feeling at the base of her skull that kept her tense. There was a reason why she's avoided her favorite hangout for so long. The last time she crossed that threshold, she slammed right into an unknown bloodlust that just wouldn't let her go. She had no clue what had happened, and as a result - she was almost revealed.
"Don't worry about all of that." Naomi, the oldest of the three, knew exactly what Leona was thinking. The women slid into their favorite booth and Naomi rubbed her shoulders. "Just remember what I've told you. It's a natural thing that we all have to go through. You just have to learn to adapt."
"Sure, adapt," Leona sighed. "That's the most over-used word in the Night Hunter's vocabulary. I'm not feeling it." She believed the sultry Hunter, one who's provocatively rich hazel eyes proved her 385 years of wisdom. She was the only Hunter she's befriended who cared enough to teach her the things she needed to know... and they weren't even a part of the same coven. Leona was college friends with Annette, and Annette was being tutored by her Sire's partner, Naomi. She just - took her in. No reason at all, except to teach her.
She truly appreciated her for that.
The ladies ordered their drinks and appetizers, nibbling and chatting as they watched the energy of the crowd swell. Leona and Annette paid attention to how much they ate. Their bodies were not quite comfortable with eating human food like it use to. Too much will regrettably cause a bad side effect for them later on. Naomi, on the other hand, had adapted her new construct to accept food and blood equally in order to pass for human. But how long did that take?
Annette ended up running into a few friends from other places and headed onto the dance floor with them. She dragged Leona into the mix, while Naomi settled into her own dark world, only to later on mentally mentioning to the younger girls that she was heading to the Speakeasy downstairs for a more swave and sophisticated crowd to mingle with.
The girls went on about their time without their mentor, dancing to the wild, animalistic beats from the band, Flesh Driven, and letting the lively atmosphere to set her mind at ease. Leona relaxed a bit - she was surrounded by humans and still didn't feel that strange sensation... Even though Naomi called it bloodlust, she wasn't so sure about that. If it was a bloodlust, the uncontrolled desire for the blood of humans that effects the mental control of Night Hunters, then why did it happen on rare occasions, only when she was in this building? She's surrounded by bloodbags; yet, she's not effected. Something, or someone was triggering it within her...
"What did I say, Leona. Relax..." She rolled her eyes, trying to feel better about the idea of relaxing...
OOC: http://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/rite-of-passage-ooc-kronas-phi-chisym.29609/
~Leona~
Leona stepped out of the car, finding herself smack dab in the center of a lively carnival of laughter, deep base, and wild rampage before a large theater house overlooking San Tamino Street - the center of the Arts District. She hadn't been to Lyrics in a while; sort of been avoiding it for about a week now, but Annette and Naomi insisted on celebrating her new career there. It was a save haven after all, for their kind - Night Hunters. Besides, she might be starting her first day on a project located right there in that very building.
"It's the perfect place," Annette giggled as they entered the historic night club. "You'll get to see it as the possible decorator for their new look for the year. That makes everything different when looking with that perspective, ya know?"
The young Night Hunter was right. Everything did look different about the club, since she was now a part of its future. Still, there was that prickling feeling at the base of her skull that kept her tense. There was a reason why she's avoided her favorite hangout for so long. The last time she crossed that threshold, she slammed right into an unknown bloodlust that just wouldn't let her go. She had no clue what had happened, and as a result - she was almost revealed.
"Don't worry about all of that." Naomi, the oldest of the three, knew exactly what Leona was thinking. The women slid into their favorite booth and Naomi rubbed her shoulders. "Just remember what I've told you. It's a natural thing that we all have to go through. You just have to learn to adapt."
"Sure, adapt," Leona sighed. "That's the most over-used word in the Night Hunter's vocabulary. I'm not feeling it." She believed the sultry Hunter, one who's provocatively rich hazel eyes proved her 385 years of wisdom. She was the only Hunter she's befriended who cared enough to teach her the things she needed to know... and they weren't even a part of the same coven. Leona was college friends with Annette, and Annette was being tutored by her Sire's partner, Naomi. She just - took her in. No reason at all, except to teach her.
She truly appreciated her for that.
The ladies ordered their drinks and appetizers, nibbling and chatting as they watched the energy of the crowd swell. Leona and Annette paid attention to how much they ate. Their bodies were not quite comfortable with eating human food like it use to. Too much will regrettably cause a bad side effect for them later on. Naomi, on the other hand, had adapted her new construct to accept food and blood equally in order to pass for human. But how long did that take?
Annette ended up running into a few friends from other places and headed onto the dance floor with them. She dragged Leona into the mix, while Naomi settled into her own dark world, only to later on mentally mentioning to the younger girls that she was heading to the Speakeasy downstairs for a more swave and sophisticated crowd to mingle with.
The girls went on about their time without their mentor, dancing to the wild, animalistic beats from the band, Flesh Driven, and letting the lively atmosphere to set her mind at ease. Leona relaxed a bit - she was surrounded by humans and still didn't feel that strange sensation... Even though Naomi called it bloodlust, she wasn't so sure about that. If it was a bloodlust, the uncontrolled desire for the blood of humans that effects the mental control of Night Hunters, then why did it happen on rare occasions, only when she was in this building? She's surrounded by bloodbags; yet, she's not effected. Something, or someone was triggering it within her...
"What did I say, Leona. Relax..." She rolled her eyes, trying to feel better about the idea of relaxing...
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