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Cross Effects: Rebirth (2.0) The RP
Knick:
Shiro
Shiro raised an eyebrow before he looked around, where did that voice come from. He eyes landed on the girl again before he realized it didn’t matter.
The girl looked cold and hungry, probably a new arrival in the city. Whatever that voice was it could be resolved later.
He walked over to her before placing taking off his jacket, swaping the bag between his hands as he needed. He then placed the jacket over her shoulders and took a meat bun out of the bag and handed it to her.
“Here you are, no one should be hungry and cold like this. I would not be a man of god if I turned a blind eye.”
Alice:
Revya
The girl hesitated in surprise before smiling warmly in gratitude, eagerly taking a bite into the meat bun.
"Hey, creepy old man, what's with the mmph."
The disembodied voice was silenced as the girl took the bite into the meat bun.
"Mmph. Whelp, ain't a hotpod, but warm food in this shitty ass weather's better than nothin'."
There was a brief flash of exasperation on the young woman's face that practically said, "ignore him," before she eagerly took another bite into her newfound meal.
Knick:
Shiro
Shiro smiled as the girl dug into the meat bun. He was planning on bringing them back to the kids at the church, but he supposed this was a good thing to do.
“Are you new in the city?” He asked with a smile as he gave her another one when she was finished. He then picked up the bag, “Come on, let’s get you somewhere warm and get some better food in you, I bet you want to know what the place is, right?”
Alice:
RevyaShe gave him a friendly smile in return and nodded at both his inquiries.
"Well, duh, of course we want to know where ever this shithole is! Don't want you leading us to some crapsack blind. Kid, don't just blindly follow him because he has food and crap."
The Kid just rolled her eyes at the voice.
"Heh. You're right, we could take him out if he tries anything. Though you honestly think he won't? Seriously?"
Another exasperated look.
"You're still too soft, Kid. You really are."
Elf:
Wynn appeared in the infirmary and felt bile tickle her throat at the smell. Automatically the Noble put a hand to her mouth as she stepped away from the woman in the military gear. Unclean. Infected. She should be purged; her suffering ended, the methodological thought pattern of one of the Hunt pointed out. Wynn grimaced and watched as Kyle went to rally others to help gather the physician's things.
Forest was by a redheaded man that Wynn sensed a kinship with. He wasn't Fae, but he was born of the Earth, perhaps even literally. He was sporting wounds that would have killed most beings and was under Forest's care. However she also noticed the tall, broad shouldered man with white hair dressed in red beside Forest. The two had been working in tandem to tend to the Elemental's wounds.
She met the steel colored eyes of the man beside Forest. Rival. She knew it instantly; she had not seen the pair interacting as she knew her son had been (and knowing her darling boy planning and plotting to ensure his godmother's happiness), but she could see them now. They were standing close together. Too close for someone as new as this man should have been; Forest kept her distance around strangers for the most part. The vampire guarded herself well behind her walls, only letting those determined in. Which means she might fancy him.
Amethyst eyes narrowed as Forest snapped to Karna, "Karna, please do something before that poor woman rots away." Then the blond moved to the stone pillar in the redhead's chest. Sighing, Wynn wrapped the stone in Shadows and cast it way. It was thrown through her Shadows, as if it had been transported out of the man. Wynn was careful not to induce any further trauma.
Instead she walked up to the redhead, lowered herself so she was beside his ear and said, "I have given you a favor. You are now honor bound to return the same to me."
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Ice filled Forest's veins at Wynn's words. She hadn't asked for the Faerie's help; she knew the price to pay all too well. However she'd given it to Lucas, which meant, in Wynn's eyes he owed her and Wynn would collect. The worse part of it was that her words would be like a geas upon the poor anti-social Elemental. He'd feel a compulsion to return her favor, and knowing Wynn that could be anything.
She also nodded her thanks at Kyle as he rallied people to get Henry's tools. Even though her infirmary was fully stocked, she knew he was probably more partial to his own things. She hoped that Karna would help that poor smelly, rotting woman. The maggots luckily would eat the infected tissue and leave the healthy behind, but looking at the greenish woman Forest wondered how much "healthy" tissue was left. That's beyond my wheelhouse, she thought to herself with a frown before looking back at Lucas, who was already starting to heal from Wynn's little stone-ectomy.
Wynn rose to her full height, and Forest noted how her eyes locked on Archer's before the Fae flickered into shadows before emerging right behind Forest. The vampire stilled for just a moment, ice filling her veins. Those white arms wrapped around the vampire as Wynn's chin rested on her shoulder as the Faerie smiled. "It would be proper to thank me for lending my aid, Forest," she said, those alien eyes narrowing at Archer.
"Pretty noisy down here. Hard not to notice even when you can hear it three floors up. What happened?" Archer's voice came from the doorway.
Wynn frowned and Forest looked to see the other Archer with Hakuno. With them close to close, she could make out the differences between them. The other Archer didn't smell like magic like the man beside her did and he lacked that haunted look in his gray eyes.
Before she could answer, Wynn said, "Your poor little mouse is about to faint. I would suggest extracting her before she does such a thing and gets in their way."
And there goes Wynn, from zero to bitch in 0.7 seconds . . .
******
Lancer smirked and said, "Well, its a date then. How about I come back around four tomorrow after noon. It'll give you a chance to rest up and then I can give you the grand tour of Nexus."
******
Gabriel had gotten two apples and an orange. He was about to shadow back downstairs and help things progress between his godmother and the man called Archer when he heard someone knocking on the door. Scowling, he knew it wasn't the Dear Detective or his adorable new partner.
Quinn had designed and supervised the "mundane" part of the security system. He knew the access code to the door, and knocking wasn't his style. The dhampire would just break in when he chose to, his head full of dark and deviant thoughts towards his mentor. Fantasies that Gabriel could see in full technicolor and surround sound; fantasies that made his skin crawl and his blood run cold.
Still, curious to see who was knocking at his Godmother's chamber door he Shadowed to it. He opened the door and saw the man in the black leather duster with almost military bearing. The fit and cut of the duster reminded him of times he'd rather forget.
"If you are part of a religious organization, I regretfully inform you that the head of this household is a pagan and won't be swayed no matter how bright your fliers are printed," Gabriel said as means of greeting.
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