who i'll be

An unaffiliated original characters roleplay blog, with RPG elements.

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Siona’s heart pounded in her throat as she traversed through the house, the beam from her flashlight whirling around the cracked walls at every creak, crack, and snap. S-she wasn’t scared, exactly, no, what kind paranormal investigator would she be if she was afraid of a little house settlement? A pretty pathetic one, she thinks.

It’s not like she hasn’t done this before, she was used to a few noises here and there through her many spirit searches.

But being in such unfamiliar territory was enough for her to be at least a little on edge.

Her antennae flicks at the noise, flashlight anxiously jittering in her hands. She could have sworn she heard something faint..

… Ghosts don’t normally talk, do they?

“Oh, come on!” the girl cries, her bottom lip jutting out into a sullen pout The flashlight went limp in her hand, staring at Peter with a look of disappointment. The wave of anxiety she’d felt moments previous was now replaced with utter frustration as she stamped her foot, her pout morphing into a bitter scowl.

“I could have sworn I was the first one here!”

      Peter let out a sigh of relief. Just another kid- just another kid? All well, who was he to judge would-be, heart filled adventurers.

      The weasel blinked at the creature before him. Peter lowered his bat; she seemed mostly harmless, if not... Eccentric? Yeah... Eccentric. “What- you want all the ghosts to yourself? This isn’t really a safe place for kids... Well, a safe placed for unarmed kids.” He moved his flashlight around, watching their surroundings as he moved closer to her. 

      “Who are you, anyway?”

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ralcify‌:

❝    befriending  the  monsters  isn’t  all  that  hard.   you  just  have  to  remember  that  they  have  a  heart  as  well.    ❞

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      “Right!”

     Peter was not used to the concept of befriending ‘monsters’, but the notion that he could was something he jumped at. Solving problems without fighting? The weasel’s heart swelled, just about ready to burst out of his chest, taking to mercy like a duck to water. He leaned side to side, subtly bouncing from one foot to the next.

     “How about I try it on you, Ralsei?”

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@ghcstiings​

      Peter took one look from the quest scroll to the building before him. This was a low level problem- supposedly there was some weak spirits lingering here. Well leave it to Peter to handle the job before anyone got hurt!

      The house was huge, but he’d lure these spirits out one way or another. He pulled open the intimidating door, which creaked to announce his entrance to anyone within a six mile radius. Regardless, he stepped in, shutting the door behind him. It was dark. He reached into his bag for his flashlight, holding that in his left while he held his bat in his right.

       C r e a k.

      He spun around, pointing his bat in the direction of the sudden noise. Do... Do ghosts creak?

     “Hello?”, he called out, probably a bit foolishly, all things considered.

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ooc; so anyway what if peter was a chinchilla

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gives Peter a soft & fluffy hug ^_^

Happy Peter sounds!

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ooc; might honestly say to hell with icons and use the 8 i have sparingly

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[thehouraftermidnight-deactivate]

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choose your fighter

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[timbllr]

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via weheartit

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@steadfastspirit​

       Clutching the staff tightly to his chest, Peter scampered a good distance from the scene of destruction as possible. Any creatures that saw him dash away with the summoner’s staff had lost track of him by now, thank goodness. He found a nice alley to hideaway in, with the sounds of screaming and rock slamming against rock only faint on the wind now. He’d be safe here, for at least a moment. Which was hopefully all he needed.

       He dug into his bag, pulling out the textbook he had on him (thank God). He was no summoner, but the staff itself was already charged with magic. If he did this correctly, he’d pull the hero he needed to help to him. 

       After refreshing himself on the correct page, he set it down, open, on the ground to the right. He took some chalk out of his bag, before etching a circle into the ground, neatly and precisely. He rose again, taking a deep breathe before concentrating himself on the staff- on the magic within it. Easy... Theoretically. After a moment, the circle drawing began to shimmer. There was something!

       ... Before it flickered out. He sighed, before concentrating again. Everyone was counting on him. With a little help, this could be his chance! Come on! The ground began to shimmer once more, and then the circle itself radiated with energy. Just a little more...

       There! The ground radiated brightly, a droning noise filling the air as light took it’s place above the circle. Formed at the center of the being, the spirit began to take shape, from the ground up, as the owner of the body was formed into Peter’s world. He’d done it! They were being summoned!

       ... Slowly, the smile drifted from Peter’s face as he stared on to the blue spiny looking creature. “Oh. Oh, you’re not who I wanted.” Where could he have gone wrong?

[rpmusings-galore]

                          He’s imperfect,                                   but he tries                                     He is good,                                            but he lies                             He is hard on himself              He is  b r o k e n  and won’t ask for help                         He is messy,                                but he’s kind                                        He is lonely                                               most of the time                   He is all of this  m i x e d  u p  and                        baked in a  𝐵𝐸𝒜𝒰𝒯𝐼𝐹𝒰𝐿  pie

[maidmarians]

The Incredibles (2004)

Rest In Peace Elizabeth Peña

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                      you can’t learn to fly without hitting the ground

                                           you can’t learn to soar without falling down

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“Hey, wheezy! Having fun being a loser with no friends?”

Peter looked up at the taunting boy in time to see him be slapped on his arm by one of his friends and be chastised quietly by two others. He kept his cocky grin as he walked away with them, to which Peter returned, silently, with one of his own. It was an endearing effort, but Peter found those types of people were few and far between, as even his friends detested his bullying. As the four walked off, Peter hopped up off the bench, tightening his backpack and shutting his book. He’d get back to Hardy’s soon enough, but for now, there was a whole day of exploring to be had.

He stuffed the book into his bag, before making his way to the magic shop. Maybe he could stop by to peep at the adventurers hall too...