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Re: ORPG] It was more fun in hell anyway.

Carlyle Ambrose

He wanted to reply to what Levie was saying, about him waking up so he wasn't actually sleeping anymore and that he shouldn't get started with the guy. But truth be told he just couldn't bother anymore. Although he didn't reply in words he still replied a bit in another way.. A sigh escaped his mouth.
As Levie put the food on the night stand and said he already had both breakfast and lunch Carlyle smirked. Now that interested him. 'Oh?" He said as he sat up next to Levie. "So you already had some food, hm?" He smirked and brushed the guy's hair to the side. "Well that is quite fortunate." He grinned as he pressed his lips on Levie's neck. "Good to see my personal gym is stocked full of energy. And here I thought my workout would need to wait." Carlyle whispered.
He traced his hand down over Levie's chest, abs, hips and down the inside of his thigh. Then back up again and going with his hand under the guy's shirt, letting his fingers feel every muscle under them as he reached up to his chest and paused there for a mere second. He pressed another kiss on Levie's neck afterwards he teasingly licked the guy from where he kissed to his chin. Carlyle stopped there, interested to see what Levie was going to do. Ofcourse he knew Levie was waiting for this, why else would the guy have stayed at his bed for so long? And he didn't mind at all to indulge the guy a bit. If only he could get it in the other guy's damned head to not wait at his bedside. He really hated that, not only if Levie did that but anyone in general. It was already bad enough he slept for almost the whole day and behaved like a toddler. He didn't need any witnesses to that.

Warren Morgan

It took a while for the girl to react, but as to not to trigger any possible fits he stood still and just waited. You never knew whit the people in here what they could and would do. After a little while the girl just said 'cockroach' and he looked at where she pointed. "Ah" He said and walked into the room, kneeling in front of the cockroach. "This little guy? He's harmless." He smiled. She said please though so he gave her a smile and picked up the cockroach, after which he stood up, walked out of her room and to the end of the corridor where he quickly tossed the little guy off the stairs, knowing damn well you couldn't do anything about them, especially in a place like this. Then he walked back to the girl's room and once again stood in the door opening, not just barging into her room. "He's gone now. It's all okay. Are you allright?" He asked, slightly worried since she sounded as if she was going to be murdered when she screamed. "The name is Warren. What is yours?" He asked calmly. Since they were pretty much guaranteed to stay in there for the rest of their lives it didn't hurt to try making friends from time to time, right? At least if the other person wasn't planning on killing everyone, including you.

Belzar LaVeyan

Belzar only laughed when Desmond acted all high and mighty when he said the last patient that tried to hurt him ended up worse than most of the ones here. He had no doubt in his mind that it was true. However he also had no doubt in his mind that when talking about the case of Alice... Well there wouldn't be any worse. Death would even be better for her. But there was absolutely no way that Belzar would allow that little girl to end up dead. Was she a horrible person? Yes. Did she deserve to die? Oh definitely. Would she murder everyone here given the chance? You could count on it. But even then.. No. Belzar would never allow her to die. She was one of the most interesting patients here with an extraordinary mind that Belzar loved to conduct research on. And besides that.... She reminded him. Reminded him.. of himself. Killing her would be like killing himself.
However when Desmond told him that he would allow Belzar to continue experiment on the patients he raised his eyebrow and looked at Desmond with a questioned look before raising the corner of his mouth in a devilish smirk. "If you thought for one second that I needed reason or approval for the treatments then you must be completely deranged yourself. With all due respect but why don't we just let the running the asylum part up to you and the patients up to me? That works best in my experience."
Belzar smiled when Desmond not only took the Alice file but also looked it over quickly on the spot. "Yes she is our most troubling patient, and one of the most interesting minds in the world." He grinned. Belzar nodded as Desmond asked about Alice's victims. "Twelve people indeed. Although the innocent or guilty depends on who you ask. When you get one who believes all twelve are innocent then you are lucky. However... Having one who doesn't know about all twelve and believes no murders happened.. Oh you've hit the jackpot. Unfortunately only had the pleasure once." Belzar said, actually talking about Alice her different personalities. Just as he was about to tell Desmond more about his favourite patient he could hear a maniacally laugh echo throughout the building. "Ah. She's awake. Or he... Them." Belzar smirked. "If you want to see her I can advice you to follow the laughter. She should be bound and harmless. For now.."

Alice Liddell

Noone was approaching and it was annoying her more and more every second. "Are you people deaf!? IS IT NECESSARY FOR HEADS TO ROLL!?" A high pitched voice yelled. "Come over here little snacks, I dare you! Let's see who gets caught now." A deep voice yelled with a growl. "It isn't for nothing they say 'The jaws that bite, the claws that catch.' Beware me! Next time it is your flesh that is caught between my teeth! Now release us!" The same deep voice growled. Then a bit higher and more feminine voice just laughed like a maniac. No words, just laughter.

"Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary."
- Cecil Beaton

Re: ORPG] It was more fun in hell anyway.

Carlyle Ambrose

The red haired guy was just slowly waking up, earlier than yesterday, when he heared a voice. A groan escaped his throat as he turned around. "How many times haven't I told you to leave me alone? I was fucking sleeping." Carlyle groaned before finally turning around to face Levie. Slowly he opened his eyes, which already looked annoyed that he was awake, and looked at what Levie had in his hands. "No thanks. Don't they have anything else for a chance? Seriously I don't know how you can eat all this shit." He said annoyed and sat up on the bed. Carlyle was waking up more and more easily every day but he still would rather be sleeping. although he wasn't as tired anymore now as before it still did impact his mood. Then again.. That was probably also why Levie was there in the first place. "You better eat up though. You have five minutes and you're going to need that energy." Carlyle said and tapped on the bed to signal levie to sit down. What could he say? Start of an attack and he just wanted to sleep and eat. During an attack he only wanted to sleep and you would have to force him to eat, which was actual forcing in here because he would never eat bread during an attack. But recovering from an attack? That was a whole other story, one that involved less sleeping and more sexual activities, whether that was with or without a partner.

Warren Morgan

Warren, unlike most other patients, didn't wake up, no he was still awake. Like usual for him he had been awake the whole night. Most of it was spent in his own room trying everything not to get bored, which was hard because most things to occupy ones mind would be easier with light and all lights, at least for patients, would be turned off everyday at 23:00. Ever since morning though he made his way to the common room and was reading there. He was really focused on the book when he heard a sudden scream that made him almost jump up from the chair. Was that a real scream? He thought for a second before deciding it was likely to be, seeing as how they're in an asylum after all, and started pacing out the common room and through the halls. It didn't take him long to walk past a room where a girl was standing on her bed. He didn't realize it at first so he walked past her but quickly walked back as realization hit him. "Were you the one that unleashed that banshee like scream? Is everything alright?" He asked as he stood in the door opening. It was never a good idea to just walk into someone else's room in here, because he never knew what they would do. And even though he has been in here for over a year now he still didn't know everyone that well. Or... Except for one person, but she was so murderous and insane that everyone would know to stay away from her within a week.

Belzar LaVeyan

The guy, who was probably next to Alice one of the more insane people in the whole building, was sitting at his desk going through some vials labeled with different venoms and the like while smoking a cigarette. Then without any warning someone opened his door and barged in, dropping documents on his desk. "Good morning to you too. For future reference, knocking is highly advised and prefered. For if a snake is out you might get bitten by suddenly barging in, or worse.. Me." Belzar said annoyed. "You might be the new boss around here but you do well to remember why you are. We don't want any more /accidents/ to happen." He warned. not that it was a threat, a sincere warning. Since a good bite from a few of his 'pets' was enough to put a human being out of service forever. And then there were some patients... If you'd turn your back at them you would walk away wounded at best. Belzar looked through the documents that Desmond gave him and saw Alice's file in there as well, he took it out of the pile and handed it back to Desmond. While taking a drag from the cigarette he adressed Desmond. "You better take this one. Familiarize yourself with her and her file, and don't turn your back to her. It was partly because of this why the last one couldn't continue working. as for what everyon did here.. Trying to get through the days without turning insane themselves. Now shoo. No use in complaining about the work instead of working. If you want things to be done you should give me the time." He just said. Yeah he wasn't the nicest guy around. But what could be said? He wanted to continue his work on the patients. All this.. paperwork, it was just too boring and beneath him. What use was there to update the files if you could just work with the living, or well at least for now, subjects and remember what was going on. He just never had the time to do all the paperwork.

Alice Liddell

Hey kid wake up Alice heard in her head. Rise and shine~ another day has begun Another voice echoed in her head. Alice opened her eyes and saw her all to familiar room. She tried getting up but found she could hardly move her legs. Look down. A deep voice said and Alice looked at her legs. From under the blanket she saw chains connected to the bed. She hastily threw the covers of herself and saw her legs were bound to the bed by chains as well as her wrists, although those had a bit more room. "What..? WHAT!?" She screamed almost immediately.
I know, I know. How dare they even touch us!? They're beneath us! A high pitched voice sounded and Alice just got angrier. I'm going to bite their throaths open when they come here! The deep voice said. Alice herself though moved her hands to her temples and when she touched them she let out an annoyed groan. That explains why she couldn't remember how they got her here. Shock therapy and probably drugged afterwards as well. She swore she would get her revenge someday. "Are any of you idiots awake!? I know you're there!" Alice screamed. "Yes we DEMAND to be RELEASED this very instant!" She screamed in a higher pitched voice and let out a resounding maniacal laugh.

"Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary."
- Cecil Beaton

Re: ORPG] It was more fun in hell anyway.

Carlyle Ambrose

Warren Morgan

Alice Liddell

"Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary."
- Cecil Beaton

Re: ORPG] Unexpected love

((Guess who is alive again?))

Clemence:

They had been traveling for a few days now and the end of their journey was nearly in sight. The journey could have been a day shorter if they wanted but that would probably have asked too much of the horses and that was a risk they didn't want to take. Especially since the horses would still need to bring them back.
So after 4 days since they departed Clemence and his mother, Salentia, arrived. As they drove up to the castle their arrival was being known by the sound of trumpets and they were greeted by the royal family awaiting them. As the carriage came to a halt the driver opened the door while the guards were waiting at the sides of the carriage. First the queen stepped out, being helped by the driver, after her it was Clemence.
"Good day, Thank you for having us. I'm Prince Clemence, at your service." Clemence said and took a bow. "And this is my mother, our queen Salentia De Lasset Dalmatia." He said as he introduced his mother. "It's a pleasure meeting you." Salentia said with a polite nod and a small bow. "You must be Princess Madeline, I've heard a lot about you already dear." She said with a smile.

((Sorry for the short post but I figured stuff with raya will come back when they go back to their castle xD))

"Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary."
- Cecil Beaton

Re: ORPG] Break the chains and the freedom's ours to take.

Raka

Een korte onschuldige lach had hij niet kunnen weerstaan toen ze in het veld betrapt waren. Tja.. Misschien was het dan ook niet slim van hun om uit het gebouw te ontsnappen om daarna in de schoolvelden elkaar uitgebreid te begroeten na al die jaren. Maar aan de andere kant.. Een wolf houd je niet zo gemakkelijk tegen als hij weer een partner vind die niet snel "kapot" te krijgen is.
Ze moesten echter wel meteen weer terug met haar mee naar het schoolgebouw wat ervoor zorgde dat Raka nu in zijn wolven gedaante op vier poten naast aleph liep. Niet dat hij heel schuw of verlegen is, juist het tegenovergestelde hij was juist heel open over van alles. Maar de lerares had erop gewezen dat hij misschien maar beter niet naakt door de gangen kon lopen, al helemaal omdat hij niet zo schoon was, in haar woorden tenminste. Aleph had nog mazzel dat zijn broek nog heel was dus die hoefde niet naakt door de gangen maar Raka's broek was immers gescheurd toen hij kort transformeerde. In terugblik had hij beter zijn broek mee kunnen laten veranderen, opgezwolgen laten worden door zijn vacht, maar dat had betekent dat hij zijn broek weer aanhad als hij terug veranderde. En dat was op dat moment gewoonweg irritant en zou de zweer wat verpest hebben.
Zodra ze naar een kamer begeleid waren liep Raka achter Aleph naar binnen. Zijn demon verplaatste al de spullen van een bed naar het andere zodat ze daar samen konden liggen maar raka had andere plannen. Als wolf draaide hij zich om en bracht zijn voorpoten in de lucht. Al snel werden zijn poten dikker en werd hij wat langer, zijn vorm vloeibaar overgaande naar dat van een weerwolf, een op twee poten. Hij duwde de deur dicht met zijn klauwen en terwijl hij zich weer omdraaide naar Aleph ging hij weer vloeibaar over in de witharige jongen die de meeste mensen kende. Klauwen werden handen en vacht werd huid terwijl hij wat inkortte.
"I would have minded if you wouldn't have done that..." Antwoorde hij zijn kleine demon. Raka liep op aleph af en gooide een arm om de man zijn zij. "Especially.. After what we did in the fields." Zei hij met een grinnik. "Normally I might have had a clue. But to tell you the truth you really distracted me from noticing anyone else. None of our childhood.. friends. Are as interesting as you." Zei hij grijnzend en legde zijn hoofd tegen Aleph zijn arm/schouder aan. Ook al hield hij ervan om de man zijn kleine demon te noemen was hij een stuk langer dan Raka is. "Then again I don't think you will have a problem with making any new ones." Ging hij verder, expres 'vrienden' weglatend. "Don't be worried about feeding though. I can help you with that. Unless ofcoure you want to actually drink someone completely dry."

Entity

Hij luisterde aandachtig naar wat Xue te vertellen had maar schudde al snel met zijn hoofd. "But Milady.. You can't be serious! Yes ofcourse it's preposterous that someone with such a big stature as yourself needs to be concerned with sexual assault. But to consider being locked up again? Surely there must be another way? Being locked up again means to not even exist! Time does flow different for creatures like us. For the practically immortal. But to exist outside of time.. No life. No interactions. No experiences or memories. Milady would be better off being dead. For the reason that if Milady would be dead she would still exist. Milady would be in the hearts and minds of others and have meaning. To be in that cave means to not having any meaning at all. What a sad and useless life is the one that has no meaning, nothing to do." brabbelde hij door. Ja okay Xue had groot gelijk dat zo goed als verkracht worden op verschillende momenten was ook geen leven. Maar Entity had zo zijn eigen redenen. Hij had altijd geloofd in dienst van anderen. En zelfs als hij tussen eigenaren zat dan probeerde hij te genieten van de vrijheid en dingen mee te maken. Want de wereld veranderd altijd en dus is er altijd wel iets nieuws te ontdekken. En daar was het leven voor. Het leven was om ervaringen mee te maken en herinneringen op te bouwen. Zowel goede als slechte.

Entity kantelde zijn hoofd opzij als Xue dan ineens vraagt wat hij van haar wilt. Dat ze hem niks te bieden heeft tenzij hij een contract wilt. "Oh sorry this must be a misunderstanding Milady. I don't want anything from you. Not yet at least. I was just.. Interested when I saw you. Yes we are in a school filled with magical and strange creatures.. But none as special as an actual kitsune. Not a mere shapeshifter, no. A kitsune. And compared with the magical humans and shapeshifters around.. Well you just caught my eye. My truth eye." Antwoord hij haar met een grijns. Hij doelde dan ook op zijn verborgen derde oog die 'de waarheid' zag. Dat oog zag de wereld voor hoe die echt was en dan ook de wezens in hun echte vorm, hoe goed ze zich wel niet probeerde te verbergen. Een van zijn vroegere meesters had hem de kracht ooit gegeven om dat te kunnen gebruiken met zijn normale ogen om zo een heks te kunnen jagen die zich elke keer schuil hield. Echter had zijn meester hem niet gevraagd of hij het wou en het deed hem dan ook veel leed om te gebruiken, daarbij onderdrukte het zijn natuurlijke gave van in de toekomst en het verleden te kunnen kijken. Elke keer dat hij zijn ogen opende branden ze ontzettend erg.
Na een tijd had hij wel de heks gevonden, gelukkig. Maar de eerdere opdrachten van zijn meester toen, en die demon zijn roekeloosheid, had entity al 5 van zijn levens verloren. En hij voelde gewoon hoe de pijn en pure kracht dat het hem kostte om door te gaan zijn 6de ook snel zou kostten, tenzij hij van die kracht af zou komen. De heks, niet klaar om haar leven op te geven wou een deal sluiten met Entity. Maar het leven wat toen leidde weigerde dat. De regels van het contract vond hij te belangrijk. Dat accepteerde ze niet dus vocht ze terug. Na een lang gevecht won ze dan uiteindelijk toch, dankzij een verzwakte en vermoeide Entity. Daarbij maakte ze hem vrij van de regels. Aangezien Creed -de set van regels die hij moet opvolgen- dood ging. Toen bleef alleen nog maar Hope over. En Hope had medelijden met de heks. Ze zag in dat ze alles was wat de heks zelf ook nog had. De hoop om in leven te blijven, te blijven vechten om te overleven in een wereld die op alle hoeken tegen haar was. En hetzelfde had Entity ook. Hij had ook alleen nog maar hoop, hoop om te blijven leven. Hope besloot dan ook de heks in leven te laten en ze accepteerde de deal die Entity eerder had afgeslagen. De heks uit dankbaarheid hielp Entity door de extra gave die zijn meester zo dom had opgedrongen uit zijn normale ogen te halen en gaf hem het weer terug in de vorm van dat derde oog.
En alsof het lot ermee had gespeeld toen hij weer zijn eigen krachten kon gebruiken zag entity zichzelf in dienst van de heks in de toekomst. Wetende dat hij zou overleven en zijn andere levens weer terug zou krijgen stelde Hope ook weer tevreden en gaf haar de kracht om door te gaan.

"Although.. I do have to admit Milady. That deal sounds mighty interesting. The whole insides getting ripped out and replaced by something better doesn't even sound that bad. Do you know how it feels like to lose a life? To lose part of your identity? Not only like something from your insides is being ripped out but a part of your soul being ripped out. Someone tearing a part of your very essense away. And that, unfortunately, has happened a lot to us. However like I said I'm not interested in a deal like that for now. I prefer to not opt for the easy way out and try to become stronger by myself" Zegt hij terwijl hij al eerder deals heeft aangenomen van andere wezens. "However if you want to have a little taste of what we both could procure from such a deal I could give Milady a sample. Maybe a trial run as servant? Or would Milady be more interested in a warrior? Ah no. I know exactly the thing! A guardian. To keep pesky rodents away from Milady." Zei hij al grijnzend.

"Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary."
- Cecil Beaton

Re: O} I will give up but never give up!

Alice
Alice Liddell, 20 jaar, manisch depressief, dissociatieve identiteitsstoornis en schizofrenie (ook een kleine, hele lichte, obsessie met spiegels).


Carlyle
Carlyle Ambrose, 22 jaar, Kleine-levin (sleeping-beauty syndrome)

"Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary."
- Cecil Beaton

Re: ORPG] Unexpected love

Clemence & Raya

"Please make sure you clean out the aviary, sis. We can't recieve a guest in all that dirt." Clemence tells Raya. "Oh take it easy brother dearest. The big aviary is already being cleaned out and my aviary with my babies can only be accessed through my room. I doubt she will see it that often. She is /your/ soon to be wife after all." Raya answers him and gives him a hand gesture that says he should leave. "Just do it, please. It might not be accessable from anywhere except your room but it can be viewed from inside the palace.. Oh and my dear sis... Please change your clothes. We're supposed to be a proper royal family. Mother will make sure there will be a suitable dress for you when we arrive. Do me a favor and wear it.." Clemence asks his sister but he doubts she would do it. "You better hurry up and go downstairs. The carriage should already be waiting for you. You dont want to be late." Raya tells him, completely ignoring the inquiry about her wearing the dress. If she doesn't agree to anything then she is still open to do what she chooses. No way she was going to agree to wearing a dress without seeing said dress beforehand.
"I will see you in a couple of days. I trust that you wont get in father's way with the preparations." Clemence only tells raya before he walks out of her room to leave with the carriage. He isisted to pick up the woman who he was supposed to wed and her family as a sign of respect. So after consideration and a couple of talks with his parents his mom decided to come with him to welcome the other family and see them safely to their home.

Clemence

"Hello mother. Everything ready for the travel?" Clemence asked as soon as he saw his mother standing by the carriage. "Yes dear everything is ready. We were only waiting for you to be truthfully." She replied. He helped his mother in the carriage and followed her in afterward. The servants brought in the last things; food, water, clothes and the like. Three guardsmen arrived, two to be following the carriage on horses and the third one to sit in the front next to the rider. When everyone was ready they moved out, beginning their journey to the neighboring kingdom.

Raya

Raya waited until she could see the carriage driving over the entrance road and out of the gates. Good now she was a bit more free to do what she wanted. She grabbed a falconeer glove from the dresser in her room and put it on. Raya then walked into her private aviary and let out a short high pitched whistle. One of her birds, the eurasian eagle owl called Wulfric came flying down a few branches. Raya tapped on her gloved wrist and whistled again. Sure enough this time Wulfric flew down all the way and landed on the glove. She immediatly grabbed one of his talons with her hand and hooked the other in the glove. He already got away from her once and she still heard her mother complaining about that. Since then she always made sure to keep a good grip on her birds, especially Wulfric, while in the palace.
She walked out of the aviary, closed it behind her and walked out of her room. Passing through the corridors on the top floor she made her way to the back of the castle and walked down the stairs there. Wulfric was flapping his wings already trying to get free. "Easy Wulfric hun. We're almost outside. Just a minute. I know you are dying to stretch your wings but mother wouldn't let me take you two for a fly since we had too much preparations to do. She just doesn't understand your needs." She said in a calming voice. Raya picked up her pace a little bit so Wulfric would be able to fly sooner.

Not long now before she was outside and she walked over to the stables. "Okay I'm letting you go now but you know.. No flying away just yet until I get Amazone out of her stable. Otherwise I can't keep up with you." She told him. Raya unhooked his talon from the glove and let him hop onto the fence by the stables. Like he was used to and trained he stood there on the fence waiting for raya to walk out with her horse. Not that he was waiting patiently or anything.. He was flapping and stretching his wings.
Raya walked into the stables and saddled up her own horse. Sometimes others would ride her horse but they had problems calming her down if Raya wasnt there to help them. It was no wonder her horse was called Amazone. She was a fierce tall warrior. And you needed to be both stronger, more dominant and also respectful at the same time to even get close to Amazone.
"Hey girl, missed me? I bet you are as eager to stretch your legs as Wulfric is eager to stretch his wings. If only you were more handable then the servants could ahve taken you for a walk. But they don't respect you enough do they?" She said in her ever calm voice as she stepped towards her horse with saddle in hand. Raya saddled up Amazone and took her outside. Once outside she got on Amazone in what her mother would call a disgrace, namely how men would ride a horse. But she wasnt someone to wear such big dresses all the time that she needed to have both legs on one side. Once fully saddled and ready to ride she signaled Wulfric with another short whistle and off he went. She followed him on Amazone through the fields and forest that were part of their land.

"Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary."
- Cecil Beaton

Re: ORPG] Break the chains and the freedom's ours to take.

entity's pic:

Raven dude

"Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary."
- Cecil Beaton