The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

[Amer]

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“Cam, you’re doing it wrong!” Little hands forced the Barbie out of Cam’s rebellious fingers. She had been trying to fit a tiny plastic shoe on the graceful arch of the doll’s foot for the past two minutes-to no avail. Cam released the doll with little protest.
The little girl wiped her long dark hair out of her face and shoved the blue pumps forcefully onto the blonde’s feet. It was honestly embarrassing how effortless the little girl made the tedious procedure appear.
Mr. and Mrs. Chandra, an Indian couple across the street from Cam’s house, had asked Cam to babysit their two young children.
Anna Chandra, of course, wanted Cam to play Barbies. Cam was a little more concerned as to where her brother Noah was. He was known for his mischief.
“There’s a big portal in the hallway!” A chirpy voice, followed by a little face, entered the bedroom. The boy blinked his thick lashes seriously. He and his sister were almost identical, with black eyes, dusky skin, skinny frames, and round faces. The only big difference was Anna’s long black hair.
“No there isn’t!” Anna retorted. She knew all too well that he was just trying to trick her.
“Yeah there is, see?”
Before anyone could react, the boy jumped back into the hallway and seemingly disappeared.
Cam stood up, certain it was another of Noah’s jokes, but eager to find an escape from the mundane Barbie game.
She stepped into the hall and immediately wished she hadn’t.
There was a rift ripped right through the air in front of her. It was a doorway to another world. The edges were ragged like it was a rip in the fabric of reality. There in front of her, Cam could see a forbidding forest, so palpable she felt that could reach out and touch it. No. Not just palpable. It was there. She could reach out and touch it.
And Noah was nowhere to be found.
It simply screamed responsibility.
Cam wheeled on Anna, ripping her phone out of her pocket, unlocking it.
She hoped her voice didn’t shake, didn’t show that she was afraid.
“Do you know your mom’s phone number?” Cam asked.
Anna nodded, squinting her eyes seriously.
Cam drew in a breath. “Ok. First, do not go near this. Do not touch this. And don’t go in this.” she pointed at the portal behind her, before feeling the need to clarify. “This portal.”
Anna nodded again.
“Second, call your parents. Explain the situation. Then call 911. Explain it to them too.”
Or should she do it the other way around? Should she call 911 first?
Anna gave one final nod.
“And I am going to go in there and find your brother.”
Easier said than done. Cam felt an unseasonably warm breeze on her icy cold skin as she stepped through the door to the other side. This new world would be nothing like her own.
~
Welcome to Boreala!
All of the unusual things in the coffee shop world came from a different place. Anyone with unusual abilities etc. comes from original migrants who escaped to earth long ago, coming from another dimension. Though there are many legends of this place, Boreala, the descendants of the original migrants have all but forgotten.
While they multiplied and married into human families, the blood of these Borealan people became diluted, erasing much of their unusual appearances and causing many of their children to have none of the abilities of their parents. However, they still have a magnetism towards the realm they once came from.
Some populations, like little people, are still unadulterated, and tend to clump together.
The original threat in the other dimension has long ago died, but a new, more dangerous one has arisen, and it wants Earth. This new terror is using the same methods that the migrants used to escape.
With a huge unleash of power, rifts were ripped between dimensions, creating doors of opportunity.
So far, no other move on the offensive has taken place, but the inter dimensional rifts are creating worldwide issues. Strange and unusual creatures may enter through them, endangering human beings, but worse is the fate of those who enter the rifts.
Many curious children are entering these doorways, and they need someone to save them. Who knows what dangers lie on the other side?
These rifts appear in higher frequency around people with blood from the Borealan migrants from that place, though they can appear around anyone. The rifts show a unique magnetism to them, just like the stones that Kyle placed.
The bug curse was placed for unrelated reasons, but it was thought that it would wipe out the human race regardless of its intentions. Now, in January, these doorways were created because it had failed.
So far these doorways seem stable, but that could change. So these doors provide but a window of opportunity. Will you take the challenge and face this unknown evil?

Little is known about Boreala, except that it is a place of beautiful forests, mountains, and landscapes, but also great danger and strange, deadly creatures. A regular human wouldn’t last long alone.
My intentions are that we make it up as we go like the other rp.
I’m also hoping you don’t kill your characters.
The evil is unknown, but it is clear that the population of Boreala are unhappy with it. They are not the enemy. Rather, the evil and it’s select minions are.
Everyone who goes into the world shows up in one place, a platform of stone in a dark forest with another doorway hovering over it. However, you don’t have to stay there.

If you already have a character on the character page from the last you don’t have to enter it, I will automatically admit it.
https://www.backyardchickens.com/articles/the-most-dangerous-coffee-shop-member-page.74924/

If you’re new or your character is not on the character page, enter the form in this format here and I will make sure that it is acceptable.

Name:
Gender:
Physical description and abilities:
Personality (since you insist on adding it anways):

Here is the old rp, if you’d like to go back and read.
https://www.backyardchickens.com/threads/the-most-dangerous-coffee-shop-a-role-play.1332356/

Chat thread:
https://www.backyardchickens.com/threads/the-hidden-door-chat-thread.1343910/

@FrankieDoodle @LittleBrownie @HeavensHens88 @Butterscotchbitesfinger @Cluckcluck1215 @Rose Quartz @RoostersAreAwesome

The rp will start at a date we can all agree on.
Any Questions?

 

[HeavensHens88]

“Ah, I see.” Rylie jumped the remaining three meters to the ground, gracefully, with Kyle on his back. “Well, I suppose we should be going then, unless we’re supposed to wait for Kipp?” He imagined Haddie abandoning a breathless Kipp in the sky, or worse.

Nat bent down and offered Colby a hand.
He eyed it suspiciously. "Are you going to judo flip me?"
An imperceptible smirk crawled up Nat's cheek. "Maybe."
"My back still hurts from before," he whined plaintively, but went ahead and placed his palm in hers anyway.
Nat decided to be generous and hauled him up without any funny business. "Who's Kipp again?"
"Moody bird guy. You know, about this tall?" He reached up to boop her barely covered shoulder.
Nat wagged an indiscreet finger at Cam, but at least had the decency to lower her voice. "And there's something between her and him?"
After wrenching her hand down, Colby cocked at eyebrow. "What?"
"Oh, please. Haven't you been watching them at all?"
"...um, no?" Colby said slowly, slightly weirded out by his best friend's stalkerish tendencies for not the first time.
"You're hopeless. Just mark my words."
Colby's red face was completely deadpan at this point. "I don't know what words I'm marking."

 

[HeavensHens88]

Take gazed down at Blair, seeing that her eyes were no longer glowing an intense gold like before. A smug little smile appeared on his face, “Felt good” he remarked, “You feeling alright?” he asked, now that she was herself again.

Take turned his attention to the shirtless Ciro, raising a brow in uncertainty as he looked at those who remained among the group, “Beats me, he was with his own little group and took off..” he shrugged, frowning a little. That’s when he heard a crash of water and splashing that followed not too far away. He tried to follow his hearing, wandering into another direction for a few steps trying to locate where it came from. “Water..” he muttered. I haven’t drank any since I left for my jog back home.. and I bet we’re all dehydrated by now.

After the three-eyed man disappeared into the darkness, Ciro threw up his arms, finally letting himself be bothered by everyone's automatic predisposition to leave them. "¡Bien, nadie espera que alguien se quede aquí y ayude con las personas heridas!" he sputtered. Then his despairingly raised arms dragged his attention along them to realize his current state of nakedness.
Oh. Somehow, removing his shirt hadn't really seemed synonymous with being shirtless.
Maybe that's what was scaring everybody off.
Maybe his muscles weren't nearly as toned as they should be.
Maybe the spattering of chest hair was pathetic.
Maybe the heart-shaped birthmark was visible.
...
Now he was really self-conscious.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Name: Kevin Ivanov
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Physical description: Kevin is 6’4”. He is slightly more muscular than average, and he has tan skin and chocolate-y brown eyes. He has long golden hair that he normally keeps in a loose bun, and a thick brown beard. He normally wears a white tank top with an open red flannel jacket overtop. He wears ripped, mud stained jeans, and mud encrusted boots. He has a silver wedding ring that he keeps on a black leather cord around his neck.

Abilities: He almost has the power of life. He can’t do anything drastic, like bring someone back from the dead, but he can speed up the recovery of an injured person or animal, and he can keep most plants alive, even through harsh weather.

Personality: Kevin looks intimidating, but once you get to know him he’s like a big teddy bear. He is friendly, although he doesn’t have many friends because he can be blunt and naive.
He has a thick Russian accent, and English is not his first language, so he sometimes doesn’t know how to pronounce things or remember what the English word is. When that happens, he normally says the word in Russian and hopes other people understand what he’s trying to say.
He’s terrible when it comes to technology, getting confused over even the most simple things.
He also gives most people cute but embarrassing pet names.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Name: Hana Wilson
Gender: F

Physical description: Hana is a slender, athletic 5’6” 21 year old and is never seen without her Kitsune mask over her face. She usually wears a red floral bomber jacket over her black tank top with high rise denim shorts and black combat boots. She almost always carries her katana holstered in her belt. (Why she wears a mask and carries around a katana will probably be revealed later in the RP..)
Abilities: Hana has the ability to harden any part of her body that not even a bullet can pierce it. She’s amazingly skilled with her katana and anything that has a blade. She possesses great agility, flexibility and overall strength.
Personality: She’s an introvert so she hardly talks to anyone. Her emotions are suppressed, so she just seems stone cold and intimidating no matter what she says.

 

[RiverStorm]

Welp, I'mma be confused but yet here I am.

Name: Lilith Fleur
Gender: Female
Physical description and abilities: An 18 year old that stands at 6'0 and has a very skinny and frail frame. Her wavy hair is black with a slightly blue sheen to it, it used to flow gracefully down her back, but about a year back she chopped it off along with her unknown past. Her skin is always an unhealthy pale, and pared with her blood-shot and vein rimmed eyes gives her the look that she may at any second pass out. Wide, bright green eyes with flecks of dark blue are about the only colorful thing about her, always searching around her surroundings nervously or staring out into the distance with a glazed over look. Her lips have small creases on either side that are proof of a time when she almost never stopped smiling, and if she still did, you'd be able to see cute little dimples appear. Due to some calamity occurring in her past, she lost her right arm and had it replaced with a metal one. It's futuristic design has made it look completely normal, but the way she controls it is with a chip implanted in the back of her neck, also allowing her to recall the skin off it to reveal a black metal underneath if she ever wanted to freak people out, which happens plenty. If you were to ever cut out that chip, she'd lose all use of her arm. From the same accident she also gained several scars on her shoulders and legs.
She's usually wearing ripped blue skinny jeans with a belt carrying a sheathed knife on it topped off with a back hoodie. No matter what, she has always worn a silver necklace with a mini dagger on it.
Abilities: Lilith has the odd ability to sense what someone else is feeling or anticipate their actions, which you'd think would make her good with people but instead amplifies her awkward and introverted personality. Also, when she gets a strong enough emotion like anger or sadness, she accidentally will put off a blast of harmful rays of blue light, and she's never been able to control, call on, or predict it, although so far it's only happened twice in her life in highly stressful situations. She also becomes shockingly aggressive when it happens, kind of like when you corner a wounded animal.
Personality: When she does finally talk it's almost impossible to get her to shut up due to her limited interactions with other people, and her incredibly stubborn ways. She's sort of controlling and likes to jump into the fray of things, despite the fact the she apparently does not like most other people. She likes to observe things and learn from them, something that she's always been desperately hungry for-- Knowledge. Although she tells others and herself that she hates being social, she can't help but quietly crave others' presences when she's alone.
Other: She does not like cars at all, but will ride in or drive them when necessary.
Username: @RiverStorm

 

[HeavensHens88]

Name: Ciro Delgado
Gender: Male
Physical description and abilities:
(I'm not even going to attempt drawing him on these STUPID internet programs.
Obviously not my picture.)

17, 5'11". Ectomorph body type- pretty lean, but he's got some broad shoulders. Athletic as heck- he's constantly moving. Thick brown hair that's usually messy, but not shaggy. Pale olive skin and light gray eyes. Usually wearing ripped jeans, high-top sneakers, and a t- or sweatshirt. Often forgets some key clothing element or other, but always has a dazzling array of rings on his fingers- and each one has a story.
Abilities: The trust of others comes automatically to him. Dedicated allies are typically guaranteed with just one conversation. Whether this is a natural or supernatural charm, he doesn't really know- but, either way, he won't betray the trust placed in him and only uses it for good.
Excellent at street parkour; it's nearly impossible to land him in a situation he can't vault his way out of, and quickly, too.
Personality: He has acute ADHD, so his attention is ALL over the place. He cannot keep anything in order and attempted routine is 111% wasted on him. It's a good day if he's able to brush his teeth for a full ten seconds before moving on to the next task. School isn't doing much for him, so he doesn't do much for school (you'd skip too if your best grade was in study hall). If it weren't for his charismatic knack, even basic conversations would be a complete bust.
But despite his lack of consistency, he's as loyal as a retriever and sports a heart of absolute gold; even though he's never in school, he's yet to fall in with a bad crowd. In order to support his single mother and sisters, he takes any job offered to him and works until he drops. And in his spare time, he goes around painting over obscene graffiti and bringing hot meals to the homeless in the worst parts of Mexico City. The only time he purposely uses his uncanny likability is to recruit others to his humanitarian cause. Brave to a stupid extent- he's so gonna end up dead one day thanks to an idiotically heroic endeavor to save a complete stranger. Doesn't suffer from completely obtuse male syndrome, but he doesn't go around taking and breaking hearts like pretzels, either.
He's bilingual, but it's not a plus. Whenever he starts out speaking in Spanish, he'll always end up breaking into English, or vice versa. This further complicates his communication issue, but still his sincerity manages to shine through.

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

(((i am going to attempt )))

Name: Terrance
Gender: male
Age: 18
Phys description:
Lawful good, rules come first.
Rather t0ll and noodly lad at six foot seven (about door head height) and slouches more often than not. He is not wide at all not one bit. Mostly frame. He is a gentle soul and puts up with the "how's the weather up there?" comments and the fact that the shower head only comes up to his shoulder and that the world was built for hobbits. He's long-suffering and patient, though he does have a breaking point, he will always give you a warning before he goes off.

Abilities: electricity, rocket flight.
Terrance can produce lightning from his blood and skin, respectively. Mostly he forces it from his hands, since those don't have any clothes on them to blacken or burn. In heated instances, his veins can glow with charge. His blasts, just like natural lightning, can cause explosions.
If he focuses a charge, he can produce a force much like a rocket, and use that to fly. This doesn't last long, however. It works more like a glorified jump than anything.

Disadvantage: Likely due to the ability itself, Terrance's heart's electrical activity is out of whack, and suffers from an irregular heartbeat. Because of this, he got a pacemaker when he was thirteen. It is a (futuristic) type with a small, flesh-colored adapter that comes out from his upper sternum. It only needs charged once every three months.
Still, it makes using his electrical abilities risky, because the electricity runs through his blood. If he isnt careful, he may zap the little device and become vulnerable to heart attack.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Name: Clary Smith
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Physical description: Clary is 5’8”. She has bright green eyes and dimples.
She chopped off most of her dirty blonde hair since September, turning it into a spiky bob.
Most of her shirts have some sort of dark humor, band, or vintage graphic on them. She wears ripped skinny jeans, and black Doc Martins which she pretty much gave up trying to lace.
After the coffee shop incident, she makes sure she always keeps a knife on her.
I’m working on a drawing of her. :3
Abilities: TBD/none
Personality: She can be rebellious. She’s smart, sarcastic, and loyal to her friends and family. She’s often seen as rude or blunt, sometimes even cold and uncaring, but she’s been trying to become friendlier.
She has a “mild” obsession with caffeine, and jokes about not being able to live without it.
Other: She has had lots of animals ranging from birds, cats, reptiles, and rodents, but she’s never had a dog. Currently owns six rescued white leghorns, a parakeet named Paradise, and a fluffy, gray, slightly overweight cat named Smokey Bear.

 

[Amer]

(The RP starts now. Monday at 4:00 is the time)
Kyle patted Rylie’s side, doing little to dislodge the clumps of snow in his striped fur, accumulated from a good roll on the ground. Any cat that knew the feel of earth in his fur after a good roll knew bliss. Rylie knew that the medium upon which you rolled did not matter so much as the satisfaction that carried with you.
Kyle looked around at the trees, but their majesty did little to amaze him. In a world where everyone and everything stood over you, the trees seemed like no exception. No. It was not the trees that made the forest so awe-inspiring for him, though they did contribute to its significance.
It was the places to hide. Every little shrub, every hollow log. And the places to seek. Maybe Rylie’s curiosity was contagious because Kyle found it invigorating to inspect every leaf, every little hole, and to discover. To find something he hadn't noticed before.
So Kyle looked beyond the trees. Beneath them, rather. While Rylie showed him the world we often miss, right beneath our feet.
Kyle hopped along the crusted snow in a depression pressed into the earth, inspecting the tracks that Rylie was intently sniffing. Footprints barely smaller than his own, and a long streaky tail print even thinner than his arm. Mouse, then. Rylie was stiffening tail held aloft. So these were fresh prints. Kyle frantically looked for some kind of escape, gaze flicking towards a hollow at the bottom of a tree. He hated being there when Rylie found something he could catch. Hated watching him toy with the prey. It was a reminder that the cat could do it with Kyle himself. That he could become the target. With nowhere to run.
Poof!
Rylie pounced, front claws and snapping jaws closing around nothing but snow, tail waving like a flag. The mouse must have gotten away. He burrowed his nose in further, but even this did not yield any subnivean rodents. If he was disappointed, Rylie didn't show it. He nudged Kyle with his muzzle, knocking him onto his back.
"Hey!" Kyle exclaimed. He could feel the icy cold through his thin clothing, chilling him instantly. He shoved a fistful of ice playfully in Rylie's furry face, but the smidgen of snow bounced harmlessly to the ground.
Rylie retaliated with a rough-tongued lick to Kyle's face. As Kyle tried to push him away, thunder cracked overhead.
An ominous-looking rift opened up in front of them, sucking away the playful mood instantly. Rylie's hair stood on end, giving him the appearance of the little puff-ball people often attach to their hats.
Kyle felt fear creep into his bones, more rapidly than the icy chill of snow. But soon, curiosity took over. Another thing to explore. Another adventure to be had.
He slowly stood up and brushed himself off, glaring into the patch of dark, unfamiliar forest that dared intrude his own.
"Rylie," he said, patting the frightened cat's flank. "Looks like the door of opportunity. Try to look a little more herioic."
Rylie raised his head and threw his studliest pose, lowering his tail and squaring his shoulders. His amber eyes stared calmly into the unknown.
Kyle lept upon the cat's back and dug his heels into his sides. Into the door, to the other side.