#verse open

[ode-of-odr-archive]

“Eru völur allar frá viðolfi Vitkar allir frá vilmeiði En seiðberendr frá svart-höfða Frá svart-höfða Fehu, uruz, thurisaz; ansuz, raido, kenaz Gebo, wunjo, hagalaz, naudhiz, isa, jera, heiwaz”

Raserei sang out, his voice deep like the endless ocean, and while the words he sung might be understood it could be felt, like he was calling to something. Something beyond, beckoning it to him. Something old. 

[thereismoretomylifethenice]

A Real Kettle of Frogs--Elsa & ThroughTimeIllBeThere/Jack Dawson

@throughtimeillbethere

“Sadly, all the ingenuity in the world cannot make up for a total lack of foresight.” Elsa slowly massaged the bridge of her nose between her fingers as she tried not to stare at Jack Dawson too hard. It seemed that this man had an amazing talent for coming up with excellent, nay genius plans….and completely forget how to handle the many factors that might come along with his schemes. Now somehow she had gotten herself tangled up in his mess too!

[hadesrebelofadaughter]

Verse Open rp

Jess just let out another quiet sigh watching as her brother launched into another loud rant, she was curled up on the couch she had in her study-her father’s study as she still privately thought of it- and had settled in to get some long-overdue reports done when Markus who had seemingly only now realized that he hadn’t been called on to do his ‘duty by birthright’ months after their parents had passed away.

She glanced towards the direction of Tartarus and sighed again, getting her phone stealthy out of her pocket and sending out a quick text before pressing her phone into her lap. Putting on a patient smile and simply nodding along with whatever Markus was ranting about which seemed to just make him madder.

{Text: Markus just realized that he hadn’t been named the new God of the Dead and he’s now ranting in my office. Is this what Tartarus is like? Just absolute hell with my brother’s voice?}

[terrorofhopespeak]

Hope’s Peak Academy was a prestigious school, known for hand picking talented students and nurturing their talents. At least, this was the case before the tragedy 16 years ago that threw the world into chaos and despair. Now the school is more normal, accepting the talented and the untalented and treating them equally. Guided by the students who had survived a killing game on the grounds all those years ago, they’re working to make the future a brighter one. A place where such tragedy could never take place again.  The school day had been relatively uneventful. The usual bustle of school, but nothing outstanding however now the day is over and only a small handful of students and teachers are left in the school. Be it for clubs, grading papers, extra lessons or merely sneaking donuts from the school bakery. The first sense that something is off comes by the sudden darkness, the lights flickering out all over the school. The second sense that something is off comes in the sense of a cold chill, despite the day's nice weather. The third sign that something was off, was a cold high pitched laughter filling the air and the fourth and final sign that this would not be a normal day after school. The ground began shaking violently, desks shifting, first instincts dictate that you should get to a doorway and stand in it but you have no chance. Your senses are distorted, and your head begins to rattle. You know this isn’t a normal situation, and mixed with the laughter from earlier, you feel horror instilling deep within you. Before you have a chance to move, the ground seems to crack open. Instead of seeing the floor below you or the ground in the crack, all you see is darkness. It soon comes under your feet and you begin to fall. You can see the school still above you for a brief moment until you are engulfed in total darkness.  _________________ Team 1  @chloriineheart, @gambogeish, @ofstarsandfists, and @patchedupholes You wake up to find yourself in a room filled with audio visual equipment. The screens are all set to a dull static, The main monitor at the front of the room is splattered with blood. There is a thick layer of dust on everything... ______________________ Team 2  @malchancevilain, @despairandhcpe, @beheadingtoujou and @killertennis You wake to find yourself in a classroom. It’s mostly normal looking, except for the layer of dust settled over everything. There is a crudely drawn picture of a black and white bear on the whiteboard and the text ‘Despair for tomorrow’ scribbled under it. The marker was highly faded but it was still legible..  __________________ Team 3  @shsl-gardener-edna, @brxkendxlls, and @soulboundchanneller You wake up to find yourself in a practice room for the archery club. There are targets off in the distance, synthetic cherry blossom trees line the room. The lockers are wooden, they look as if they’ve fallen into a state of disrepair. Everything is covered in a layer of dust.  [Mod Midnight: The verse is now open, you may begin interacting with your groups/searching the room, important actions [such as searching something in your room/leaving a room or area] in posts should be bolded so a mod can notice them. The tracking tag for the rp will be v; terror at hopes peak] 

[hadesrebelofadaughter]

Verse Open rp

“One second chat, I need to go and murder one of my housemates” Jess said, muting the mic, taking her headphones off before running out of her recording room yelling “RYAN GET BACK HERE YOU FUCK”

“YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE” Ryan yelled from the end of the hallway before bolting off towards the living room being pursued by Jess, they made it into the living room where Amelia and Kau were editing on their respective computers they’d invited over before Jess tackled him to the ground, grabbed one of the pillows that had been left on the floor- probably by one of them- and started hitting him with it.

“I’m” Whack “Streaming” Whack “You” Whack “FUCK”

“Jess, if you could not murder him in the living room that would be wonderful.” Kau said calmly which earned her a poked out tongue from the friend in question. Kau just sighed and shook her head at them both.

After a couple of more hits-with Jess yelling at Deion to delete the video he’d just made of her and Ryan being idiots- Jess went back to her room and shut the door. Putting her headphones back on and unmuting her mic

“Hey sorry, Ryan was being a fuck. Had to take care of that” Jess said apologetically to the person she’d been playing games with “. . .Deion just sent me the video he recorded of that, motherfucker.”

[etcor-archive]

“So I heard you were looking for me.” Melinda stated.     There was a very good reason she had made herself scarce, one part survival--another part, she just wanted to be left alone.

[grimm-troupe-caretaker]

34?

34: Who/what was your last dream about?“I don’t dream really. But my Nightmares are always about Master or someone within the Troupe. Usually its something like a failed Ritual, the constant rejection and loneliness I face....things of that nature.”

[hadesrebelofadaughter]

So many Deals, so little Time (Verse open rp)

“Hey, are you the person that Mika said was looking for our boss?” Ace asked with a friendly grin on his face, his hands tucked into his suit pants pockets. “If so you’ve come to the right place! Boss happens to be in the at the moment, any reason ya wanted to see em in particular?”

He couldn’t just let a scorned customer or grieving family member come in and disrupt the place now could he? Gods knew that’d get messy in a jiffy.