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"Check your pulse..."
"...you still alive, chiclet?"
"Check your pulse... you still alive, chiclet?"
"That's right... It's time. Seven up, bitches..."
When's the last time you said that to someone who knew what that meant...?
Nah, shit.
Where do I begin, everyone...?
Maybe I shouldn't even bother, but I think I'll start here:
I'm sorry.
Okay? I'm sorry. There. I said it.
I'm sorry it all went to shit.
I'm sorry I gave it all away.
I'm sorry that we didn't get what we came for.
And... fuck me... you know I'm so sorry we lost 'Rena... she was my sister too. You know that.
You are like family to me. You are my only family. Family. Right, everyone?
I don't know if this ritual will reach any of you... I don't know if you'll ever let me know that you're okay and that you feel my aura reach out to you. Or if you'll even come back to me.
But I need you. I so fuckin' needs you right now!!!
I'm in the shits. I am so in the shits. It's them, everyone. Capital fuckin' Them. They are back. I knew what I gave up back then to put a stop to them. I betrayed you. All of you. All for nothing...
But here we are. Hiding out in shit hole towns. Turning into homeless, nameless wanderers. Never staying in one place for long. Cowering away wondering if the people we fucked over, human or otherwise, would ever find us.
I gave away our Names so that we could cripple the Society once and for all. Watch them fall, regardless of the price. We lost powers. We lost clout. We lost face. We lost 'Rena. Fuck. Me. She was my sister too.
But I'm sorry okay?! I fucked up! I admit it. But we are still linked. WE are. No matter what I can still feel you are out there. I called in a favour and actually managed to swindle my way into getting that fucker to cast for me.
Two spells. I sold my ass for two spells.
One to call to you. I so needs you... I sooooooo needs you now. Please. Please respond... if only to let me know you're okay, okay? I need to know you are all okay!
But anyways... I get it if you don't respond but... but through this ritual you will know this other spell is for reals and it worked. No bullshit, everyone. I would never have slept with that fucker Hamilton unless I knew it was legit.
Papa Hammy located the Keeper.
Papa Hammy located our names. Fuck yes. Those Names that I gave away.
Our True Names, everyone.
Once we get those back... fuckin' hell. We gather and once our Circle is connected again... well, shit, bitches... no more hiding. No more running. No more nothing. We go back to the sacred grounds and finally get what we went there for. And we end it this time. WE do it right. We will shatter the Society. If not for revenge then for her.
She's still alive.
Somewhere out there in our fucked up, so dark and broken, fucked up world...
Serena is still alive...
Nah, shit.
Where do I begin, everyone...?
Maybe I shouldn't even bother, but I think I'll start here:
I'm sorry.
Okay? I'm sorry. There. I said it.
I'm sorry it all went to shit.
I'm sorry I gave it all away.
I'm sorry that we didn't get what we came for.
And... fuck me... you know I'm so sorry we lost 'Rena... she was my sister too. You know that.
You are like family to me. You are my only family. Family. Right, everyone?
I don't know if this ritual will reach any of you... I don't know if you'll ever let me know that you're okay and that you feel my aura reach out to you. Or if you'll even come back to me.
But I need you. I so fuckin' needs you right now!!!
I'm in the shits. I am so in the shits. It's them, everyone. Capital fuckin' Them. They are back. I knew what I gave up back then to put a stop to them. I betrayed you. All of you. All for nothing...
But here we are. Hiding out in shit hole towns. Turning into homeless, nameless wanderers. Never staying in one place for long. Cowering away wondering if the people we fucked over, human or otherwise, would ever find us.
I gave away our Names so that we could cripple the Society once and for all. Watch them fall, regardless of the price. We lost powers. We lost clout. We lost face. We lost 'Rena. Fuck. Me. She was my sister too.
But I'm sorry okay?! I fucked up! I admit it. But we are still linked. WE are. No matter what I can still feel you are out there. I called in a favour and actually managed to swindle my way into getting that fucker to cast for me.
Two spells. I sold my ass for two spells.
One to call to you. I so needs you... I sooooooo needs you now. Please. Please respond... if only to let me know you're okay, okay? I need to know you are all okay!
But anyways... I get it if you don't respond but... but through this ritual you will know this other spell is for reals and it worked. No bullshit, everyone. I would never have slept with that fucker Hamilton unless I knew it was legit.
Papa Hammy located the Keeper.
Papa Hammy located our names. Fuck yes. Those Names that I gave away.
Our True Names, everyone.
Once we get those back... fuckin' hell. We gather and once our Circle is connected again... well, shit, bitches... no more hiding. No more running. No more nothing. We go back to the sacred grounds and finally get what we went there for. And we end it this time. WE do it right. We will shatter the Society. If not for revenge then for her.
She's still alive.
Somewhere out there in our fucked up, so dark and broken, fucked up world...
Serena is still alive...
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"...you still alive, chiclet?"
The Society have her. It's how They came back. We have to get her back. Just have to. She was our Eye. She saw into the NetherRealm for us. For Them... she is their Gate. Yeah, that's right. That's what happened to her.
Now I'm told They aren't very powerful. Yet. But they do have minions out there. Those fuckin' losers are scouring for people like us-- well, like how we used to be. They're taking them in and feeding Malgoria... yeah, that's right. That bitch demon is still out there. We didn't send it to Oblivion. And now she's working with the Society. She wants us bad.
Okay. So I killed a minion. Came for me like a rabid dog and two shots later, it was down and out. Then it rose up and came for me again. You know, you so know that I lace the bullets with the Ashes so that the minion will be cut off upon finding itself dead; can't see us no more. I emptied the clip into it and it still came for me. I had to use a ritual dagger. Both crumbled on contact. Finally stopped the minion. Remember the last time something like that happened? That's right.
Bitch demon was in heat and made babies. WE killed those babies with all our daggers. Same thing here. But it's impossible. Mal-whore-ia will not spawn for another century. Someone-- Something seeded her somehow. But at least the daggers still work.
But I have only one left. And we can't make any more until we have our Names back. I've been running like a madwoman because of that bitch demon... I'm sure you've got it balls deep too... Fuckin' hell...
But whatever. Fuck it. Here goes...
Papa Hammy is going to run the ritual tonight at a Ley that intersects with our old Line. Please hear me. Please be okay. I'm sorry, okay?
I'm sorry I dragged us into this shit back then. And I'm sorry but I have to ask you to get dragged through this shit now. Right fuckin' now.
If you hear me, you know where to meet.
It's where we had our very first bad trip. We thought that fat old cray bitch sold us bad weed... coughed like dying hyenas... then boom! At the Threshold! Right there. Fuck me raw... we were just kids. A bunch of ratty street rats from a rat hole neighbourhood. We grew up but we always came back home. Please come home this time too.
I'll be there. I swears it...
Now I'm told They aren't very powerful. Yet. But they do have minions out there. Those fuckin' losers are scouring for people like us-- well, like how we used to be. They're taking them in and feeding Malgoria... yeah, that's right. That bitch demon is still out there. We didn't send it to Oblivion. And now she's working with the Society. She wants us bad.
Okay. So I killed a minion. Came for me like a rabid dog and two shots later, it was down and out. Then it rose up and came for me again. You know, you so know that I lace the bullets with the Ashes so that the minion will be cut off upon finding itself dead; can't see us no more. I emptied the clip into it and it still came for me. I had to use a ritual dagger. Both crumbled on contact. Finally stopped the minion. Remember the last time something like that happened? That's right.
Bitch demon was in heat and made babies. WE killed those babies with all our daggers. Same thing here. But it's impossible. Mal-whore-ia will not spawn for another century. Someone-- Something seeded her somehow. But at least the daggers still work.
But I have only one left. And we can't make any more until we have our Names back. I've been running like a madwoman because of that bitch demon... I'm sure you've got it balls deep too... Fuckin' hell...
But whatever. Fuck it. Here goes...
Papa Hammy is going to run the ritual tonight at a Ley that intersects with our old Line. Please hear me. Please be okay. I'm sorry, okay?
I'm sorry I dragged us into this shit back then. And I'm sorry but I have to ask you to get dragged through this shit now. Right fuckin' now.
If you hear me, you know where to meet.
It's where we had our very first bad trip. We thought that fat old cray bitch sold us bad weed... coughed like dying hyenas... then boom! At the Threshold! Right there. Fuck me raw... we were just kids. A bunch of ratty street rats from a rat hole neighbourhood. We grew up but we always came back home. Please come home this time too.
I'll be there. I swears it...
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"Check your pulse... you still alive, chiclet?"
We all have that mark on our wrists. Our bond. Our link. Our Circle. Who knew a bunch of skid neighbourhood kids out of Crown's Port, BC harboured such secrets, eh? We all died at birth and came back to life. Then the weird shit at seven. Even though some of us did move away, no matter how shitty our lives were, we somehow always managed to find each other there when it was time. WE were marked by thorns.
Come back to the graveyard everyone. You know the marker. The Faceless Angel. It's the one I see in my dreams when I think of you before falling asleep. It's how I know you are still alive.
Come back to me and let's make this right. Dammit. I'm scared. I'm alone and I need you. All of you.
Six of us left. WE need to get her back to complete us. Fuckin' hell, please come back to me. Please.
Because no matter what... no matter where you are or no matter what happens to us...
We are still a Circle, everyone. A Circle...
No matter what... no matter where you are or no matter what happened between us...
We are still the Circle. Seven dead children...
The Circle of Thorns.
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Come back to the graveyard everyone. You know the marker. The Faceless Angel. It's the one I see in my dreams when I think of you before falling asleep. It's how I know you are still alive.
Come back to me and let's make this right. Dammit. I'm scared. I'm alone and I need you. All of you.
Six of us left. WE need to get her back to complete us. Fuckin' hell, please come back to me. Please.
Because no matter what... no matter where you are or no matter what happens to us...
We are still a Circle, everyone. A Circle...
No matter what... no matter where you are or no matter what happened between us...
We are still the Circle. Seven dead children...
The Circle of Thorns.
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Welcome to Fie's RP:
-A Circle of Broken Thørns.
In this RP we will be playing 6 members of The Circle of Thorns, A disbanded bunch of powerful Spirit Catchers that have fallen low and are now powerless. They still have the ass-kicking physical skills and are knowledgeable in the ways of Spirits, the DreamWorld, the NetherRealm, the Threshold and the Rift. We used to be one of the major players in the fight to close the Rift that leads into the world of the Diables; physical manifestations of negativity, perversion, anger, rage and all that kind of nastiness; Demons basically.
We grew up together in the fictional city of Crown's Port, British Columbia, Canada on Vancouver Island and were a really close knit bunch of low-life trashy urban kids that were born with power and ended up learning that we were linked and we became better and better each time we 'connected' and fought EVIL!!! and learned more about the NetherRealm.
The shit hit the fan when the Rift tore open and the Diables spilled out and began to wreak havoc upon our world. What exactly happened can be created on the fly in the RP, but Fie would like to focus more on Crown's Port and making our way across Vancouver Island where we must fight our way north to the Queen Charlotte's Islands to find 'Rena, the kid sister and powerful seer of the group.
All our characters will be between 20 and 27. Just know that the older you are the more you know about your powers. Every seven years of life we have to go through rituals to learn more. Age 21 is when your powers will have matured. Age 28 is when your powers will be set. We have a mentor named Ivy who's a chubby, jolly old blue-eyed gardener woman.
One year has passed since my character gave our True Names up to bargain for the sealing away of the Society big bads. But in doing so, 'Rena was apparently 'killed' but it turns out she survived and is being used by the newly joined forces of a big bad bitch Diables named Malgoria and some of the escaped members of the Society.
The Society is a group of Mages that have made pacts with Diables. They are the ones that tried to manipulate Demons for more power. Where Shamans and Spiritualists tap into the Threshold and into the NetherWorld (afterworld), the Mages tap into the chaos of the Rift and into the Abyss. Their thirst for more power may have caused the Rift to break a hole into our world. We can make up details as we go. The Society were people in places of power and influence, but were thwarted by Circles time and again. Our group, the Circle of Thorns, kicked their asses and sealed their major powerful baddies into the NetherRealm. But... of course that did not last long.
And it was not enough to keep us safe. We were hunted and split up. Without powers and soon enough without many allies, we had to go into hiding. There are a lot of people that hate us and blame Circles for empowering the Diables; the Society did drain the Diables afterall. But what most people do not realize is that the Society wants to keep the Rift open because they are stronger with the Rift open despite having to combat Diables as well. We can make up details and fill in the blanks as we go as well.
So the year is 2020 and we are at war with the Diables and their armies so it's a rather messed up time. It's been six years since the Rift tore a hole into our reality and it does not look good. We rarely get ten hours of daylight here but we know when we score a major victory because the day lasts longer than yesterday.
Very well then.
Rosi is a cunning, trash-talking, foul-mouthed, tough as nails, grumpy lesbian but loyal leader and loving and fiercely protective sister of the Circle of Thorns. She is about 5'9" and about 140, blue eyes and, when not dyed, she has naturally black hair.
She's been almost-quitting smoking for years now (it's hard since she reads cigarette ashes like some read tea leaves), likes punk rock and pink underwear, hitting the heavy bag while training, and collecting talismans, charms and imbue-able baubles (fills them with magic then attaches them to her boots), and she really likes wearing different kinds of gloves.
She is always cold and actually cold to the touch, she can't drive worth shit, and she is a sucker for cute chicks acting cute and gets all dorky when one has her attention.
Okay. So Fie is looking for only five RPers to join as part of our Circle. Please do write like a beast as much as possible with flashbacks and emotions; get all flowery and flourish-y! But do expect Fie to type out lots too. There will be a lot of making things up as we go so let's have fun with this one. Fie loves to read your posts and enjoys some OOC banter too so she put up an OOC for bunnies to jump on board! Link is at top of post.
Very well then. So if you want to jump in then jump on in, bunny! No need for CS but: Please do start off with your location prior to coming to the graveyard in Crown's Port and do include reaction to the call from my character.
So knowing this please do make up what you will about past interactions with her. Fie is open to how Rosi got along with your character.
Oh and this RP will have dark overtones, occult type things and some violent/graphic content, but please let's not turn this into a one-up-others gorefest.
-A Circle of Broken Thørns.
In this RP we will be playing 6 members of The Circle of Thorns, A disbanded bunch of powerful Spirit Catchers that have fallen low and are now powerless. They still have the ass-kicking physical skills and are knowledgeable in the ways of Spirits, the DreamWorld, the NetherRealm, the Threshold and the Rift. We used to be one of the major players in the fight to close the Rift that leads into the world of the Diables; physical manifestations of negativity, perversion, anger, rage and all that kind of nastiness; Demons basically.
We grew up together in the fictional city of Crown's Port, British Columbia, Canada on Vancouver Island and were a really close knit bunch of low-life trashy urban kids that were born with power and ended up learning that we were linked and we became better and better each time we 'connected' and fought EVIL!!! and learned more about the NetherRealm.
The shit hit the fan when the Rift tore open and the Diables spilled out and began to wreak havoc upon our world. What exactly happened can be created on the fly in the RP, but Fie would like to focus more on Crown's Port and making our way across Vancouver Island where we must fight our way north to the Queen Charlotte's Islands to find 'Rena, the kid sister and powerful seer of the group.
All our characters will be between 20 and 27. Just know that the older you are the more you know about your powers. Every seven years of life we have to go through rituals to learn more. Age 21 is when your powers will have matured. Age 28 is when your powers will be set. We have a mentor named Ivy who's a chubby, jolly old blue-eyed gardener woman.
One year has passed since my character gave our True Names up to bargain for the sealing away of the Society big bads. But in doing so, 'Rena was apparently 'killed' but it turns out she survived and is being used by the newly joined forces of a big bad bitch Diables named Malgoria and some of the escaped members of the Society.
The Society is a group of Mages that have made pacts with Diables. They are the ones that tried to manipulate Demons for more power. Where Shamans and Spiritualists tap into the Threshold and into the NetherWorld (afterworld), the Mages tap into the chaos of the Rift and into the Abyss. Their thirst for more power may have caused the Rift to break a hole into our world. We can make up details as we go. The Society were people in places of power and influence, but were thwarted by Circles time and again. Our group, the Circle of Thorns, kicked their asses and sealed their major powerful baddies into the NetherRealm. But... of course that did not last long.
And it was not enough to keep us safe. We were hunted and split up. Without powers and soon enough without many allies, we had to go into hiding. There are a lot of people that hate us and blame Circles for empowering the Diables; the Society did drain the Diables afterall. But what most people do not realize is that the Society wants to keep the Rift open because they are stronger with the Rift open despite having to combat Diables as well. We can make up details and fill in the blanks as we go as well.
So the year is 2020 and we are at war with the Diables and their armies so it's a rather messed up time. It's been six years since the Rift tore a hole into our reality and it does not look good. We rarely get ten hours of daylight here but we know when we score a major victory because the day lasts longer than yesterday.
Very well then.
Name: 'Rosi' - Rosalie Rouge
True Name: She-Who-Speaks-With-Three.
Age: 27
Magic practice: Shaman. Shape Shifter and Spirit Catcher.
Brief bio: Rosalie was 7 when Grinder spoke to her from behind the trees. She was with her first foster family and a good one it was. However Grinder was was wild and aggressive and taught her the ways of the lone wolf. Rosi was the toughest of the girls her age and the most dominant. And when anyone older than her pushed her around, Grinder the She-Wolf would give her surprising strength and speed not to mention a vicious bite. When she was 10 there was a wolf at large in the parks. And when Rosalie moved away the rumours and sightings of the wolf never surfaced again.
Rosalie was 14 when Seeker spoke to her from the sky. She was with her fourth foster family and this one was a bad one. And Rosi was a bad girl by now. This family knew what she was and kept Grinder pinned away, for they knew how to deal with rampant spirits. But Seeker taught Rosi how to fight the enemy unseen. Seeker took her to the place of the Threshold to release Grinder. And with Grinder's mighty form, she slashed and rendered her captors. The police report stated that an Owl called from above the roof of the house before flying away from the bloodbath inside of Rosalie's final foster home.
Rosalie was 21 when Weaver spoke to her from dreams. A young, troubled woman, addicted to drugs, the spider pulled her into the Netherealm, the host world of spirits. It was here where she learned to face her fears and answer the voices that called to her. The drugs were meant to suppress the callings, but as she lay dying, overdosed on heroin, Weaver showed her what she was meant to do. There were bad things in the world. Very bad things. And 'She-Who-Speaks-With-Three' was meant to deal with them. Both here in the Dreamworld space of the Netherworld and in the Waking world as well.
Things changed when they started her heart again. She got a job and started going to the gym, learning how to use firearms, how to fight. She trained hard and even had to force herself into a relationship with a man to learn MMA fighting styles. And all the while, she sought out those of the Dreamworld who had ties to the physical. And soon she became a Spirit Catcher, one who may speak in both worlds as well as walk within both realities.
Rosalie is now a woman of 27. She can speak with spirits. She can fight spirits in the Dreamworld. She can shift into three different types of animals. She can take their strengths and senses, whether crushing teeth, silent wing, or terrible poison and use them in the waking day while still remaining virtually human. And now that the dream has been set upon her, she has travelled along the Western coast of Canada and ready to face what she has been called to do.
True Name: She-Who-Speaks-With-Three.
Age: 27
Magic practice: Shaman. Shape Shifter and Spirit Catcher.
Brief bio: Rosalie was 7 when Grinder spoke to her from behind the trees. She was with her first foster family and a good one it was. However Grinder was was wild and aggressive and taught her the ways of the lone wolf. Rosi was the toughest of the girls her age and the most dominant. And when anyone older than her pushed her around, Grinder the She-Wolf would give her surprising strength and speed not to mention a vicious bite. When she was 10 there was a wolf at large in the parks. And when Rosalie moved away the rumours and sightings of the wolf never surfaced again.
Rosalie was 14 when Seeker spoke to her from the sky. She was with her fourth foster family and this one was a bad one. And Rosi was a bad girl by now. This family knew what she was and kept Grinder pinned away, for they knew how to deal with rampant spirits. But Seeker taught Rosi how to fight the enemy unseen. Seeker took her to the place of the Threshold to release Grinder. And with Grinder's mighty form, she slashed and rendered her captors. The police report stated that an Owl called from above the roof of the house before flying away from the bloodbath inside of Rosalie's final foster home.
Rosalie was 21 when Weaver spoke to her from dreams. A young, troubled woman, addicted to drugs, the spider pulled her into the Netherealm, the host world of spirits. It was here where she learned to face her fears and answer the voices that called to her. The drugs were meant to suppress the callings, but as she lay dying, overdosed on heroin, Weaver showed her what she was meant to do. There were bad things in the world. Very bad things. And 'She-Who-Speaks-With-Three' was meant to deal with them. Both here in the Dreamworld space of the Netherworld and in the Waking world as well.
Things changed when they started her heart again. She got a job and started going to the gym, learning how to use firearms, how to fight. She trained hard and even had to force herself into a relationship with a man to learn MMA fighting styles. And all the while, she sought out those of the Dreamworld who had ties to the physical. And soon she became a Spirit Catcher, one who may speak in both worlds as well as walk within both realities.
Rosalie is now a woman of 27. She can speak with spirits. She can fight spirits in the Dreamworld. She can shift into three different types of animals. She can take their strengths and senses, whether crushing teeth, silent wing, or terrible poison and use them in the waking day while still remaining virtually human. And now that the dream has been set upon her, she has travelled along the Western coast of Canada and ready to face what she has been called to do.
Rosi is a cunning, trash-talking, foul-mouthed, tough as nails, grumpy lesbian but loyal leader and loving and fiercely protective sister of the Circle of Thorns. She is about 5'9" and about 140, blue eyes and, when not dyed, she has naturally black hair.
She's been almost-quitting smoking for years now (it's hard since she reads cigarette ashes like some read tea leaves), likes punk rock and pink underwear, hitting the heavy bag while training, and collecting talismans, charms and imbue-able baubles (fills them with magic then attaches them to her boots), and she really likes wearing different kinds of gloves.
She is always cold and actually cold to the touch, she can't drive worth shit, and she is a sucker for cute chicks acting cute and gets all dorky when one has her attention.
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Okay. So Fie is looking for only five RPers to join as part of our Circle. Please do write like a beast as much as possible with flashbacks and emotions; get all flowery and flourish-y! But do expect Fie to type out lots too. There will be a lot of making things up as we go so let's have fun with this one. Fie loves to read your posts and enjoys some OOC banter too so she put up an OOC for bunnies to jump on board! Link is at top of post.
Very well then. So if you want to jump in then jump on in, bunny! No need for CS but: Please do start off with your location prior to coming to the graveyard in Crown's Port and do include reaction to the call from my character.
So knowing this please do make up what you will about past interactions with her. Fie is open to how Rosi got along with your character.
Oh and this RP will have dark overtones, occult type things and some violent/graphic content, but please let's not turn this into a one-up-others gorefest.
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