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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jun 9, 2016 15:48:38 GMT
-Drake Mark- Drake slumped into bed after morning tasks running a few errands for his mum taking out the garbage, washing the pots pans from the night before and finally helping her out of bed, this wouldn't be a problem for most but Drake however was busy practicing his shots for the upcoming try outs for the hockey team, turning over to his bed side counter he mumbled to him self "it.. was worth it ... for the try outs this week..." as he looked up to his calendar he saw a big red circle drawn around one date on it with the words 'TRY OUTS!!! 1:30pm' written inside looking over at the clock he saw that it was 12:10pm and the date was today, his eyes widened " Gasp! Try outs are today!!" he said as he threw him self of the bed and ran through the room grabbing things: hockey stick, hockey mask and his bag with his skates in it, throwing his bag at the door and running through the apartment he opened the door to the living room "MOM!, im going to the try outs!" he shouted not knowing where his mom was, putting his boots on and stamping into the tracks and grabbing his bag and hockey stick he ran out the door... then he ran back in again to grab his shield where his mom leaned round the corner of the door way "alright ill see you later hun, make sure you have your keys i might not be in when you get back" she said smiling "i will mom dont worry" he said, just before he left he turned back and gave his mom a hug and she hugged back giving him a kiss on the head then Drake headed back out the door and down the stairs to the entrance of the apartment building
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Post by AlexJ on Jun 9, 2016 16:44:25 GMT
DANTE ANDERSON Swan was seemingly quite awkward; focusing on something other than common pleasantries, and then retreating even further than she had done before. Dante had first put that to naivety of the outside world, but quickly picked apart such an ignorant view. Indeed, there was a much higher likelihood that the woman in front of him was more alert than he originally fathomed. In the grand scheme of things, this alone meant nothing. After returning his arm, he turned the binder to the wallet where the white feather was encased, for Swan to inspect (if she so desired). It was then that he began to speak, offering the same cryptic response he gave to others on such a matter, "It's something of a memento; a relic of a memory that's now gone the wind. I've had it since I was a child," Dante paused to stare at his 'memento'. Though he did not lie, he missed out the most important detail: that the day the feather had remarkably descended to the then-young Dante's feet was the day he first discovered his ability. The memory was so familiar to him that he elected not to dwell, instead returning to small-talk, "Do you have any sort of keepsake you like to hold on to, Swan?"
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Post by Arbor on Jun 10, 2016 1:46:37 GMT
The city passed by uneventfully as Wren watched the outside world through the bus' window. Her hooded head rested against it as she absentmindedly looked at the busy streets, and she almost began to nod off in the warm sun. She was kept awake, however, by a growing uneasy sensation of being watched. Both curious and concerned, she tilted her head back slowly to have a subtle look back. Her eyes fell upon a young guy, probably seventeen or eighteen, sitting a little way behind her. He was looking out the window now... But had he been watching her? She turned back, grimacing to herself. He looked too young to be a cop, so she was probably safe. Still, given the loot she had on her, she couldn't easily take risks.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jun 10, 2016 20:34:58 GMT
- Swan - Swan leaned forwards a little, taking notice of the description of his memento. The slightly queer man had for a moment seemed to be lost in thought, maybe even nostalgia, but doing so over an event he didn’t remember was even odder to Swan than carrying around a feather between the pages of a book. She decided not to dwell on that and reached for her backpack, giving Dante a crooked smile as she retrieved a small item from one of its outer compartments. The fact that she carried around her pocket-bow out of attachment was not too unlike Dante carrying his feather around with him; it was an item she simply couldn’t leave behind. “Well, I guess,” she said, holding the item in her open palm and looking down at it with a slightly confused expression, “I’ve never been one for nostalgia, but I for some reason I can’t rid myself of this little thing.” She stretched out her hand towards Dante, palm up, in it resting a little object carved out of wood. Upon close inspection it would seem like the item was pretty tattered, splinters of the wood barely holding what represented a bowstring in place and highly strung. She looked at it with admiration and slight awe, in memory of who it had once belonged to. “It was my father’s. It might not look like much but I can’t go anywhere without it- huh?” Without warning the miniature bow changed colour from a worn greyish brown to a deep oak brown, its edges rounding slightly as it reshaped into a somewhat soft exterior compared to the sharp, unwelcoming edges which might give you a splinter just by looking at it. Baffled, Swan stared at it for a moment- she was used to the item changing size, but she’d never seen it rejuvenate before. Why now? What had caused this? “Err- it’s.. a souvenir. Mini-hologram, altering its appearance- quite complicated stuff.”
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Post by Jaminx on Jun 10, 2016 21:43:59 GMT
"Nicky! I told you not to go swimming this morning." Her mother called as Nicky stumbled numbly up the path. She was in shock, her brain only starting to whirr into gear as her Mother touched her shoulder then tousled her sopping wet hair.
"You didn't towel it dry either." She sighed though there was a smile gracing her sharp features. A big mother hen fussing around her chick.
"Sorry Mum." Nicky replied quietly. Her mother paused looking into her eyes with a frown.
"It's okay, don't get yourself so worked up, right?" Her voice softened as she grabbed a towel from the stair railing and threw it to Nicky before moving towards their car.
"Come on. We've got a lot to do in town. And once we're done how about we grab an ice cream."
Nicky was fully back then, her mind filling up with the day ahead instead of the weird events at sea.
"Well if there's ice cream..."
"That's my girl." Her mother laughed as she started the drive into town.
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Post by AlexJ on Jun 10, 2016 22:01:14 GMT
DANTE ANDERSON Dante kept a blank, nondescript look as he stared at the miniature bow, but in his mind he was awash with frantic thought. He watched the wood smooth with supernatural ease; his surprise clearly matched by the woman who supposedly was responsible. He had never seen anything like it, though it did remind him of a phenomenon he had experienced himself. He managed to listen to what Swan had to say for herself, but he was still focused on the bow. His eyes remained on it for a while, until they shot back up to look at her face, trying to ascertain if she was lying (though he didn't really need to read her expression to figure that one out), "I'll say. And you just... came across that, then?" allowing his question to remain rhetoric, he added, "I think I can manage complicated. How does it work?"
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jun 10, 2016 22:36:31 GMT
- Swan - "Err- it sort of just transforms randomly… According to its surroundings. I-I'm not good with technology." She continued watching the bow as it still slowly transformed in her hand, its appearance softening until it almost unnoticeably started to grow. Swan, who was completely irresponsible for the changes in the bow, watched in slight astonishment as small carvings started to embed themselves into the bow, and looked up at Dante for a brief moment with what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “Haha, you should see the look on your face. Erm,” she closed her hand, but now the bow was ever so slightly too big to be concealed in her closed fist, revealing a little bud of green sprouting from the curved wood into a tiny leaf, “err.. yeah. Are you going to order something?”
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Post by AlexJ on Jun 10, 2016 22:53:13 GMT
DANTE ANDERSON Dante's eyes widened as the spectacle carried on, and Swan become more and more uneasy. Glaring at the bow now poking out of her hand, he managed to remark, "Whatever causes this, it doesn't seem to be working well for you." He began to feel his unique ability surge inside of himself, as if something was trying to draw it out. With a little restraint, he managed to stifle this, and very discreetly ordered a mug of the cheapest coffee. Given how busy the place was, he knew he wouldn't be attended to for a short bracket of time. "Why on earth are things... sprouting from your bow?"
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jun 11, 2016 10:42:24 GMT
- Swan - Swan had no good explanation to give Dante, except the truth; the tiny bow was something she’d gotten from her (sort of) adoptive father, that it was a seemingly magically enhanced item which she could grow or shrink at will, and that it was actually pretty easy to fire any spare arrows she carried with her granted she had any to fire at all. But no way was he getting the truth unless it was absolutely necessary. She shifted in her seat and glanced around at the other tables nearby, taking notice of the one closest to them- at which another man with burn marks around the sleeves of his hoodie sat. “I-it’s never done that before,” she said, this time completely sincere as she made a feeble attempt at shielding it from prying eyes, “maybe it’s just a prank from my father- he’s always had a weird sense of humour.” She tried to take control over the bow and stop the rate at which it grew, or transformed, but at best she only slowed it down a little as the oak leaf grew to match the size of the bow. Swan stressfully looked at the bow, then at Dante, then back down at the odd object in her hand when it suddenly prickled her- causing her to drop the bow next to Dante’s feather on the table.
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Post by AlexJ on Jun 11, 2016 19:46:24 GMT
DANTE ANDERSON With a raised eyebrow, Dante observed the bow expand further, as well as watching Swan wrestle with it leading to its placement next to his feather. For whatever reason, this caused his memento to summon a gust of wind, similar to the one created before. Despite being just as subtle before, the resurgence of the air-flow caused a million and one ideas to race into Dante's mind; though the only way anything would be revealed was with the truth. Though that wouldn't come out so easily. Instead, he turned his attention to an attempt to mitigate whatever chaos had ensued. He carefully stood up, and called over to the man sitting alone on the table adjacent: the one he spotted before, "Hey, you! Don't ask why, but I need your jacket; mind if you throw it over?"
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jun 11, 2016 22:09:33 GMT
-Drake Mark- Drake got down the stairs and into the street looking up at the clock tower he still had time to get to the try outs, looking up at the clock tower in the distance he still had time before the try outs started as he turned to look further down the road the bus was sat there waiting, his eyes widened and he ran to the bus stop but as he started to run the bus moved off and Drake slowed to a stop being a little out of breath as he stopped he thought of a way to get to the stadium, snapping his fingers he placed his shield on the ground and and started to create a small snow trail with his hand in front of him he loved living on top of a hill it was so much better that living on a flat surface, moving the shield into place he kick the ground to move him forwards and down the hill and started to pick up speed going down the hill as he did he continued firing snow and ice out of his hand in front of him to continue momentum
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Post by Yabvi on Jun 12, 2016 15:15:23 GMT
In central plaza a young woman standing on a podium, clutching a microphone. The girl is covered in extravagant medieval clothing, dressed as a princess. "HELLO HELLO! COME COME ONE AND ALL! We're holding the first annual medieval fair here in Prodagena! So citizens! Don't panic if you see someone dressed up as a medieval knight; I assure you no one has fallen out of time into this fair city!" Her voice echoed out across the plaza, prompting men dressed in Medieval Knight clothing to start moving around the city, handing out fliers. The young girl smiles to herself.
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Post by EpicBuffalo on Jun 12, 2016 21:40:23 GMT
Having regained her composure, May stood focused in the crowd of people in a short dreamlike trance. The kind she would experience at home, before she had moved to the city to adjust to city life prior to starting her university course in Earth Science. Within the trance, she felt the Earth resonate, even under the urban sprawl of Prodagena. The Earth bled under the heavy weighted buildings, aching for relief, though aid would never come. As is the way in the world. May's trance was cut short, when a man in heavy armour pushed past her, knocking her backwards a small amount. Shocked and taken aback, the girl looked up to chase the knight. She did so, pushing through the crowds and slowly making her way towards the central plaza, where an amplified voice blared. -- " Oh!" A quaint village fayre, amplified by the cities uneducated misconceptions May could tell the medieval theme had been stereotyped radically, making the mental notes: High coloured bunting? - The lack of high quality dyes and cloth, yet a surplus of cheap dyes, meant that bunting in old fayres was often simple shades of brown. Knights? - No knights would appear at fayres and fetes clad in armour. It would be far too heavy to simply walk around and enjoy the festivities, unless of course there were to be a joust, which there was often not at simple village celebrations. Electricity? - Absolutely not! -- Evidently ticked, May tried to avoid the plaza, but was drawn in by a caller who offered portions of hog roast, gammon slices and mutton. Too kind to tell the person to leave her alone, May entered with a groan, but was luckily saved by the bell as the PA system screeched with feedback and a woman began to speak into a microphone from an elevated podium which placed her above the groundling civilians.
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Post by VirtueNco on Jun 13, 2016 23:19:01 GMT
- NATHAN STONE - "Hey, you! Don't ask why, but I need your jacket; mind if you throw it over?"Nathan placed his coffee mug down gently on the table and stood up, looking over his shoulder at the boy who had called out to him. My jacket... what?He made his way over to the table where the pair had been talking quietly - about what, he wasn't sure, but it had sure seemed private whenever he'd glanced over - and placed his hands on the wooden surface, leaning in. "You need my jacket? Don't you have your own? Or is it just a bit too cold in here for someone with your..." Nathan looked the boy up and down. The first word that came to mind was 'spindly'. "...composure?" The aggressive response probably wasn't warranted, but Nathan was in a bad mood. Well, worse than usual, at least. The crowded atmosphere in the Bitter Pot had been wearing at his serenity, and being drawn into some stranger's problems was the straw that broke the camel's back.
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Post by AlexJ on Jun 14, 2016 21:45:45 GMT
DANTE ANDERSON Dante, though a little taken aback by the bitter words; recognised the supposed surrealism of the situation. Still, he felt as if he should humour the frankly rude individual. He looked down at his attire, and its noticeable lack of a coat, and then back to the scrawny guy with a rather curt expression on his face. "Does it look like I have my own coat?" He looked back to Swan, to assess the situation with the bow, and then back to the uncooperative coffee-drinker (the smell was overpowering, even from a short distance), "You can do your good deed for the day or go back to snapping at random strangers: it's entirely up to you." He folded his arms in preparation for an answer. He had no problem with polite conversation, much like the one he had with Swan, but simply could not abide what he saw as insolence.
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