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[aranmaddox-blog]

good samaritan.

        “Oh, no no no no no-- this isn’t going to do. Absolutely not.” Maddox could tolerate quite a number of things, yet when it came to fashion or make-up, it seemed his tongue was impossible to hold. He had been browsing the designer shoes section of the retail store when he spotted the horrifying sight about to enter the dressing rooms. How was he meant to stand by and allow such an atrocity to occur? And where were the bloody staff? Why hadn’t they already taken action? With a shake of his head, the gargoyle sauntered over to the stranger in a few long strides. His open palms gestured with a vertical slide at their faux pas, a single brow ticked well above the other in confounded judgment. “Seriously, what is this meant to be-- thrifter sabbath? Love, you need some emergency attention. Lucky for you, I’m feelin’ a lil’ good samaritan today.” His tattooed arm snaked around behind their shoulders and ushered them away from the dressing rooms and back towards the section of the store from whence the dreaded object of apparel in their hands came. 

“Shame on you,” a scolding look was shot at one of the employees that passed, who then shot them a very confused look in return, but Aran didn’t stop to observe; he was committed to the task at hand-- saving this poor soul from a fashion disaster. 

[xgemmasx-blog]

Starter Call!

As you may or may not know, Gemma comes off hiatus in a few days. If you’re interested in your character(s) interacting with her, like this post and I’ll send you a message! 

Please note: since all ongoing threads are now extremely old and/or related to plot drops that are also extremely old, I’m planning on dropping all of said old threads and starting fresh. If you don’t want our thread dropped, please reply to this post!

Also- since it’s been a while since Gemma’s been on the dash (and even longer since the implied dates all the old threads took place), I’ve included a brief summary of what Gemma’s been up to below the cut:

Slowly but surely, Gemma’s been learning more about Sumner and its residents, and in turn is coming out of her shell, piece by piece. Here are some specifics:

In addition to her knowledge of seafolk, Gemma now knows about the existence of all land-based supernatural species in Sumner. While she has a basic understanding of each species, the level of detail/accuracy of her knowledge varies from species to species.

She is no longer distrustful of all Sumner residents- however, the strange (and often dangerous) goings-on in the town have left her a bit on edge, so she’s still not what you’d call “relaxed”.

She is now looking for a roommate! Well, sort of. After several weeks in town, she’s realized it might be convenient to have something of a ‘home  base’ on land for her to keep posessions that aren’t exactly waterproof. Said space could wind up being anything from a rented locker to a spare bedroom, depending on the circumstances. If you’re interested in your character sharing any amount of space with Gemma, let me know!

Gemma has been working her way through something akin to a bucket list these past few weeks, trying out various human experiences just for the sake of discovery/entertainment. 

[myth01s]

I Spy || Tuah & Rein

Tuah opened his eyes slowly, the familiar pounding against his temple and the yet unfamiliar surrounding greeted him as he came to consciousness.  Once his eyes slowly adjusted, he took in his surroundings. He was obscured by the shadows, and he could hear voices not far from where he was, though their voice were no louder than a stage whisper. There was laughter, though they didn’t seem to notice that he had woken up, and he wasn’t planning to notify them until he had ascertain the situation he was in. It was obvious that he was still underground, in one of the catacombs that was designed to hold the ‘entertainment’ for whoever was watching.  

He could sense his patience was wearing thin, wondering how long could he stand any longer before he snapped. There were only so many times that he could stand to watch his friends be thrown in the midst of danger, constantly worrying if they would endure each trial or if they had to sacrifice one or the other in order to survive. Fortunately, each trial was met with success so far, but he did wonder how long until his luck ran out, until finally those sick bastards took away the ones he cared about.

No. I will not let that happen. Not while I’m still standing.  

Besides Tuah, someone leaning against him, black curls invading his vision as head lolling on his shoulder, still oblivious of their surroundings. He took a deep breath, his lips curled into a soft smile as he recognised the scent of earth and something metallic. The smell of train tracks mingled with the rich earth after a heavy pour.

Rein.

@strangerein

[myth01s]

Companion in Wars || Tuah & Fane

He slowly came into consciousness, head pounding against his temporal lobes and his vision slightly bleary as he tried to adjust himself to the new surroundings, feeling the after effect of the drug that had knocked him out cold starting to wear off. Tuah let out a groan, rubbing his eyes with the edge of his palm, trying to get rid of the sleepiness that he still felt. His body felt weak, thought his heightened senses slowly returning to him as time passed by. The first thing that he realised was that he was no longer bound to a chair, but sitting on the hard ground. The man that dressed in black, his face hiding behind a mask was nowhere to be seen. The room had changed, he realised now, from a darkened room where he was alone, now filled with others he didn’t recognise.

He took a whiff of the scent in the air; it was thick with the smell of tangy iron and for a moment, horror struck him as he tried to remember if he had done all of this, if he had went berserk and didn’t remember any of the event unfolding. But then he heard the sound of gunshots from the far distant, screams echoing through the catacomb before the ground shook, rocks and rubbles toppling over as an explosion was heard from a short distance. It hurt his ears, his hearing filled with white noises and everything sounded muffled around him.

I have to get out of here. Instinct kicking in, Tuah stood from where he was, legs shaking beneath him, but he continued on, taking several steps forward using the rough wall as support. Survive. I have to survive. He looked down, and saw that he was in some sort of military uniform, though he wasn’t able to recognise which era it belonged to. He picked up the rifles on his feet, leaning against the wall as he checked if it was still working and the ammunition, carrying extras in his compartment. He then heaved a sigh and started moving once more, rifle pointing forward. His eyes then caught someone at the corner of his eyes, and he made his way towards the other, body tense and steps careful as not to trigger any traps. “Fane?” he muttered once he had a closer look, and quickened his steps and kneeled beside the other vampire, hand on the other’s shoulder, gently shaking him to awakeness.

[myth01s]

Night Walks || Tuah & Charlotte

The day had long dissolved into night, bright lights illuminated the streets of  The Crossroads, and Tuah leaned against one of the building, gaze unfocused towards the streets ahead. Despite the late of the hour, the street were still bustling with people moving about, going about their business and leaving the vampire pretty much alone. There’re few who caught his eyes, curled lips and twinkling eyes as if inviting him to join the excitement the night had to offer, either out in the open or in the privacy of a room.

Tuah made no move to approach any of them, darting his gaze away as he took a fag out of his pocket, slim black stick hanging between his lips as he tried to light it up. After several attempts trying to light the cigarette he heaved a sigh and took it out, placing it between his fingers as he glanced to the person next to him. “Excuse me,” he asked, “Do you happen to carry a lighter with you?”

@misscharlottepark

[fanesavin]

So I am finally back from hiatus and uni is settling down (finally) and you know what that means? I NEED SOME THREADS. On such a note and with the latest plot drop let me know if you want to plot around the latest cute fuzzy creatures with this utter historical fossil over here. I’m kidding... kind of. But yes! He’s been in Sumner for about 100 years so if you want some history between him and your character(s) feel free to let me know.

Here’s his background and some connections I’ve come up with but this is by no means a definite list. Like and I’ll send you a message!

[myth01s]

Run With The Wolves || Tuah & Isis

@isis-the-divine​

Perhaps it was the yearning to see himself in the glory of his younger days, when everything felt right in the world while he was still under his teacher’s tutelage, that he stood in front of the building, head cocked slightly to the side as his mind veering between entering the premise and continuing on with his walk, a melancholic smile on his lips as he relived the memories in his mind. He missed the days where his greatest concern was his teacher’s approval, wanting to prove to him that he was good enough to win his appraisal, for his teacher to be proud of him. He remembered how he always felt he had something to prove, to everyone and himself, that he could be somebody, and time and again, his eagerness to prove himself caused him to be reckless in his actions, which landed him into trouble more than once.

Tuah chuckled at the memory that resurfaced, taking the last drag of his clove cigarette and threw it into the pocketable ashtray that he always carried. He remembered he had once challenged someone who was far more experienced than he was, which ended up with him being made a fool of himself in front of a crowd, especially his late wife, who he was trying to court at the time. Safe to say that he didn’t make a good impression, which definitely put him in his place at the time.  Ah, the novelty of being young, he thought, it allows you to do foolish things. 

The vampire started walking towards the premise, hand on the handle of the door and he entered as it was swung inward. He watched idly at the patrons of the building, hands in his pocket as he surveyed the place. His gaze landed on a figure closest to him, and he decided to lean back against the wall with his hands slung together in front of him. 

[jamesnham-blog]

Rush

Normally James would have spent his hour long lunch break in the hospital’s cafeteria; the meals came out of his paycheck and he could always get his favorite, but James was on his co-workers bad side after snapping at the favorite intern. Apparently Jonas, the intern, was going through something at home... so that apparently gave him an excuse to almost give a patient more than double the amount of morphine she needed. 

So James decided to spend his lunch hour at a small restaurant on Main Street. As he sat down with his order, James patted his pockets and his eyes went wide. He had his wallet, he had his Sumner General Hospital ID card, he had his keys, but his phone was gone. He had already been in a slightly irritated mood, he didn’t need to lost his new phone on top of being the most hated person in the hospital. 

James took a deep breath, stood up, and did a short retracing of his steps through the restaurant before heading back to his table. He politely approached another table. “Hey, sorry to bother you: quick question. Have you seen an iPhone with a plain blue case on it?”