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

[HeavensHens88]

(Apparently people don't want this to die as badly as I do.)
Cam sat up on her mattress, her vision hazy as she took in her surroundings. It had felt so good to sleep on a bed, even if all it was was a mattress on the floor. And to get a proper meal before going to sleep? It felt like she was lying in the lap of luxury. The dawn light was just beginning to touch the room, putting it's assorted junk on display along with delicate cobweb filigrees decorating the corners. All of the junk that had been in the room was hastily pushed to one side to make room for the mattresses.
What time is it?

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

(I'm just gonna leave El and Ciro there and just
Continue on and we'll figure it out eventually)

Ow.

The sun was just barely tracing the tips of the looming pines, yet it was enough to send a suddenly-human-Blair into a fit of agony the moment it graced her slowly opening eyes.
Dampness was seeping through her skin. The only thing she could smell was dirt and pine, overwhelming and volatile to her sensitive senses.

But her body.

Her body was on fire.

Her mind had shattered.

The pain was more then just physical this time.

She reached out, despite the pain gnawing her ribs, grabbing blindly at the air. "Take," she rasped. But there was no answer.
Why was there no answer?
She scrambled, blindly grabbing the ground with raw fingers, her frantic gaze searching her surroundings.

Trees.
Trees.
More trees.
Why the hell were there so many trees?
Where was she?

She clawed her way into a sitting position, kneeling on her aching knees. Chest heaving with the need to breathe, yet stuttering repeatedly when the pain came.
He was gone.
Where was he?

Foolish child.

"What happened? What happened? Where is he? Where's Take?"
It hurt to even speak.

You tell me.
"Damn it, wolf, tell me where he is."
Gone.

Gone.
Gone.
"Gone where?"
She couldn't panic.
Panic and it would fall apart.
Panic and she'd fall apart.
Then they would both be gone.

Dark creature. Wings. Towards mountain. Smelled dark. Ancient. Older then I, indeed.

"You mean we-sa."

If that's what you so chose to call it.

Then it was appropriate to panic.
It wasn't her usual internal panic either.
No, it was hyperventilating, sobbing, shaking panic. So hard it felt as though lightning was racing through her already aching bones. Breathing so hard it felt like any ribs that weren't broken were going to snap.
Take was gone.
Her Take was gone and she had only just gotten him back.
How could she have failed that badly?

One job.
She had one job and that was to protect what was hers. Take was hers. Take was hers to protect.
And she failed to do so.
Stop crying, child. Get up. Go back to the village. I'll tell you where to go.

"No, no, no, no, no. Take. I need him. My Take. I have to find him."

He's dead by now. Or under Olim's control. The demon will murder you in seconds.

Blair froze.
Her muscles tensed just as her sobs ceased, tears coming to a halt like the end of a storm. "The demon..."
Mhm. He'd be glad to get his hands on you.
She looked down at her own hands. Soaked in her own blood— where had that come from? —and caked in mud. But beneath that she could still see the scars, a permanent handprint wrapped around her wrists.
Like chains.
She shuddered, closing her eyes. "Not if you do it."
What?
"If you find him. He won't hurt you as bad as he'd hurt me. And you'd get control. Isn't that what you want?"
The wolf's giddiness to the offer was infectious, spreading through her veins like a poison.
So I get control and all I have to do is find your stupid boyfriend?

Her fingers curled into fists, half-moon prints from her nail forming on her palms. "Yes."
It wasn't something she wanted to do.
But she could barely keeping herself together on the ground, let alone walk.
She was going to find him. Right?

Her body shuddered briefly as the wolf took hold, nails slowing making claws and eyes darkening when they opened. She grinned, far to canine for Blair's face, and slowly stood.
The mortal's body was frail in her hands. Legs shaking, head pounding, ribs broken and her side bleeding. It was pathetic, really, compaired to her true form. A human was nothing compaired to the sheer power her wolf form had.
But she moved forward nonetheless, following the winds whispers.

It didn't matter if she didn't find him right away.

For she would raise Hell before she gave up on him.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

(I'm just gonna leave El and Ciro there and just
Continue on and we'll figure it out eventually)

Ow.

The sun was just barely tracing the tips of the looming pines, yet it was enough to send a suddenly-human-Blair into a fit of agony the moment it graced her slowly opening eyes.
Dampness was seeping through her skin. The only thing she could smell was dirt and pine, overwhelming and volatile to her sensitive senses.

But her body.

Her body was on fire.

Her mind had shattered.

The pain was more then just physical this time.

She reached out, despite the pain gnawing her ribs, grabbing blindly at the air. "Take," she rasped. But there was no answer.
Why was there no answer?
She scrambled, blindly grabbing the ground with raw fingers, her frantic gaze searching her surroundings.

Trees.
Trees.
More trees.
Why the hell were there so many trees?
Where was she?

She clawed her way into a sitting position, kneeling on her aching knees. Chest heaving with the need to breathe, yet stuttering repeatedly when the pain came.
He was gone.
Where was he?

Foolish child.

"What happened? What happened? Where is he? Where's Take?"
It hurt to even speak.

You tell me.
"Damn it, wolf, tell me where he is."
Gone.

Gone.
Gone.
"Gone where?"
She couldn't panic.
Panic and it would fall apart.
Panic and she'd fall apart.
Then they would both be gone.

Dark creature. Wings. Towards mountain. Smelled dark. Ancient. Older then I, indeed.

"You mean we-sa."

If that's what you so chose to call it.

Then it was appropriate to panic.
It wasn't her usual internal panic either.
No, it was hyperventilating, sobbing, shaking panic. So hard it felt as though lightning was racing through her already aching bones. Breathing so hard it felt like any ribs that weren't broken were going to snap.
Take was gone.
Her Take was gone and she had only just gotten him back.
How could she have failed that badly?

One job.
She had one job and that was to protect what was hers. Take was hers. Take was hers to protect.
And she failed to do so.
Stop crying, child. Get up. Go back to the village. I'll tell you where to go.

"No, no, no, no, no. Take. I need him. My Take. I have to find him."

He's dead by now. Or under Olim's control. The demon will murder you in seconds.

Blair froze.
Her muscles tensed just as her sobs ceased, tears coming to a halt like the end of a storm. "The demon..."
Mhm. He'd be glad to get his hands on you.
She looked down at her own hands. Soaked in her own blood— where had that come from? —and caked in mud. But beneath that she could still see the scars, a permanent handprint wrapped around her wrists.
Like chains.
She shuddered, closing her eyes. "Not if you do it."
What?
"If you find him. He won't hurt you as bad as he'd hurt me. And you'd get control. Isn't that what you want?"
The wolf's giddiness to the offer was infectious, spreading through her veins like a poison.
So I get control and all I have to do is find your stupid boyfriend?

Her fingers curled into fists, half-moon prints from her nail forming on her palms. "Yes."
It wasn't something she wanted to do.
But she could barely keeping herself together on the ground, let alone walk.
She was going to find him. Right?

Her body shuddered briefly as the wolf took hold, nails slowing making claws and eyes darkening when they opened. She grinned, far to canine for Blair's face, and slowly stood.
The mortal's body was frail in her hands. Legs shaking, head pounding, ribs broken and her side bleeding. It was pathetic, really, compaired to her true form. A human was nothing compaired to the sheer power her wolf form had.
But she moved forward nonetheless, following the winds whispers.

It didn't matter if she didn't find him right away.

For she would raise Hell before she gave up on him.

Numb

It was the only word to describe it.

Take had been hiking all night, dealing with the wind that tried cutting him down each step of the way. At this point, he didn’t even know how he was still moving. His legs seemed to just have a mind of their own, determined to get back to the Rugæ settlement, to his companions, to Blair.

He was lucky enough that his body produced such immeasurable heat that prevented him from freezing to death in the mountains. But most importantly it kept him awake— or it was just the demon that kept talking to him in his head, asking the most irrelevant and versatile questions.

What do you think Olim looks like?

Do you think he has all kinds of arms or something?

Or possibly he’s just some gross stinky bug. I would love to crush him.

I think bee’s have that hive mind sort of thing right? Where the queen—

He would go on for hours, rambling on and on without Take being able to shut him up. Eventually by the time the sun rose, brightening the sky with the most brilliant oranges and yellows, he was already nearing the settlement. He could smell the smoke from whatever the Rugæ were cooking up for their breakfast, and what better to wake him from his numb trance than food.

He had made it, and all he had to do was follow the river through the forest. His horns and tail never grew on him, and soon they would be long gone once he made it back.

“We’re... almost.. there..” Take managed to say in the most exhausted and tired tone, dragging the end of his words as he trudged along. He could already feel the cushiony soft sensation of a mattress, and only better with Blair in his arms sound asleep.

I wonder.. did a we-sa take her too?

Pft. Probably, if it was that easy capturing you, she would no different.

No.. she couldn’t have, she must have gone somewhere to hide it out or something.

I dunno Taco...

Take filled with denial, he was most confident in his speculation of what Blair did after he was captured. Not even the demons negative assumptions would convince him otherwise. She wouldn’t let it happen a second time.

 

[Rose Quartz]

(Apparently people don't want this to die as badly as I do.)
Cam sat up on her mattress, her vision hazy as she took in her surroundings. It had felt so good to sleep on a bed, even if all it was was a mattress on the floor. And to get a proper meal before going to sleep? It felt like she was lying in the lap of luxury. The dawn light was just beginning to touch the room, putting it's assorted junk on display along with delicate cobweb filigrees decorating the corners. All of the junk that had been in the room was hastily pushed to one side to make room for the mattresses.
What time is it?

(Don't drag them kicking and screaming. Just have your characters exist for a while, and enjoy themselves. Being leader is difficult, slow down and let them take a breath. )

 

[Rose Quartz]

The old building groaned in the sunlight, cold and shrunken boards shifting in the warmth of a new day. Normally such a subtle sound wouldn't have woken Kipp, but he'd gotten used to lack of sleep.

He opened his eyes slowly, unsure of where he was. The first thing he saw was Noah's face, only a few inches from his own, relaxed to the point of drooling.

Kipp was laying on his stomach, one arm under him gone numb from his weight, and the other up by his chin. His wings were splayed out either side of him with a child buried under each. He wasn't sure who was behind him, but their hand held on to him tight enough he knew they were there.

Getting up without waking them seemed impossible, but as he go to his knees and pulled Torin's hand off of him neither of the two boys stirred. Still exhausted from the last few days. Kipp sighed, sneaking out of the room and heading downstairs to see if anyone else was awake.

 

[Amer]

(Don't drag them kicking and screaming. Just have your characters exist for a while, and enjoy themselves. Being leader is difficult, slow down and let them take a breath. )

(I’ll try to remember that)

The old building groaned in the sunlight, cold and shrunken boards shifting in the warmth of a new day. Normally such a subtle sound wouldn't have woken Kipp, but he'd gotten used to lack of sleep.

He opened his eyes slowly, unsure of where he was. The first thing he saw was Noah's face, only a few inches from his own, relaxed to the point of drooling.

Kipp was laying on his stomach, one arm under him gone numb from his weight, and the other up by his chin. His wings were splayed out either side of him with a child buried under each. He wasn't sure who was behind him, but their hand held on to him tight enough he knew they were there.

Getting up without waking them seemed impossible, but as he go to his knees and pulled Torin's hand off of him neither of the two boys stirred. Still exhausted from the last few days. Kipp sighed, sneaking out of the room and heading downstairs to see if anyone else was awake.

Noah slept undisturbed.

Cam caught him in the hall, averting his gaze slightly. “Oh, hi Kipp,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. The silence was so stifling it seemed inappropriate to talk any louder or make eye contact.

 

[Rose Quartz]

(I’ll try to remember that)

Noah slept undisturbed.

Cam caught him in the hall, averting his gaze slightly. “Oh, hi Kipp,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. The silence was so stifling it seemed inappropriate to talk any louder or make eye contact.

"Morning." He whispered back trying not to smile too big for her just having said hi. "What are you doing up so early?" He asked.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Charlie let out what might’ve been a moan or just an everyday noise from him. He had a headache. And, even worst, he felt stupid. He got drunk. In the company of a bunch of random kids. In an alternate dimension! When he was supposed to be saving the world (or something like that), and, more importantly, watching his brother!
“Alex!” He yelped, sitting up quickly, then furiously trying to blink away the fogginess that accompanied his actions. Ow.. my head..
Charlie squinted at the nearest person. For the first time he realized that he was on a bed of some sorts that seemed to be spread over the ground. That wasn’t important right now though. Nor did he want to know how he had gotten there.
“Hey,” he continued to squint at the unfortunate person, the sun was now bothering him.
“you seen my brother?”


(Open to roleplay)

 

[Amer]

"Morning." He whispered back trying not to smile too big for her just having said hi. "What are you doing up so early?" He asked.

“I always wake up early,” Cam said, locking her gaze with him. Together they walked into the main room. She came in expecting it in the same chaos they had left it in but everything was tucked back into its usual place and the tables were wiped clean. The hosts had done absolutely everything they could to make their guests feel welcome.
“Still,” she said wryly. “Maybe it’s my personal responsibility to, but I don’t really want to be there when someone decides the floor is a nice place to retch on.”

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Charlie let out what might’ve been a moan or just an everyday noise from him. He had a headache. And, even worst, he felt stupid. He got drunk. In the company of a bunch of random kids. In an alternate dimension! When he was supposed to be saving the world (or something like that), and, more importantly, watching his brother!
“Alex!” He yelped, sitting up quickly, then furiously trying to blink away the fogginess that accompanied his actions. Ow.. my head..
Charlie squinted at the nearest person. For the first time he realized that he was on a bed of some sorts that seemed to be spread over the ground. That wasn’t important right now though. Nor did he want to know how he had gotten there.
“Hey,” he continued to squint at the unfortunate person, the sun was now bothering him.
“you seen my brother?”


(Open to roleplay)

Hana’s sleep was disturbed by a loud yelp in the mattress next to her. She scrunched up her nose and flopped over on her stomach to avoid the sunlight that was drowning in on her face. Until she heard yet another noise come from this individual speaking to her. She gave a groggy murmur before fluttering her eyes open in defeat. Laying flat as a board on her mattress, she took a peek at Charlie, who was squinting down at her intensively. Brother? Not uttering a word, she tossed her face back onto the mattress, returning to the dark comfortable abyss. His brother.. she started to think the best she could with the throbbing pain in the back of her head that woke with her. Hana lifted her head up a little and slid a hand up to her face, she rubbed at her eyes before engaging with Charlie again. “I think.. Kipp..? Had him? I don’t—” She clearly remembered coming across Kipp last night, holding a child, but she couldn’t remember if it was his brother or one of the other children.