Do you believe in magic? [Roleplay] - Open and New

"Not at all?you can't tell me you haven't thought of it too!? I'm honestly not suspicious of anyone here. I'm really not... please don't kill me, it was just an idea." Jaesung was quick to deny.
He dug his nails into his thighs, terrified he made a grave mistake for his tongue slip. If he was right and there was a killer in the room, he most definitely would be the first target.
"Let's forget I said anything."
 
{{ Ugh I know, I honestly don't understand why! }}

. : : Zombie : : .

The sound of a crash made him look up, his smile fading into more of an 'eh?' sort of look. His hands shoved themselves into his leather pockets and he looked in the direction of the sound. It was as if something had fallen and collapsed into the dirt. Not a small animal, that's for sure.
"Stupid dope probably fell," he mused, cocking his head to one side. "What an idiot, hehehehe."


. : : Ophelia : : .

She'd taken note of the other two girls who were occupied with themselves, one collapsed on the floor while the other had seemingly gone to care for her. Ophelia hadn't really cared, much to her dismay. The one with the bleeding lip had seemed odd. Sigh... Cloven always were such a weak bunch.
She stared Jaesung down, her eyebrows knitting themselves together. He was quick to clam up, as if suddenly terrified that he'd walked on eggshells. She took slight pity on him.
"Calm yourself," she murmured, fingers uncurling and resting on the mahogany wood. "To my knowledge, there aren't any in this room. I myself can tell you I have little interest as a hitman, and prefer to remain as the Mistress of Pavillon. I presume no one in Cloven even has the heart to strike a man dead."
 
She exhaled loudly, but her eyes were still closed. She clenched her fists and whimpered softly. Her headache was killing her. With less people around, she had some control over what was going on in her head, but something was happening. Scarlette was seeing red mist in front of her eyes, even though they were closed. Her heart rate quickened, and she began to hyperventilate.

Inside her mind, the red mist cleared and she could clearly see two people. A girl and a boy, hugging, but glancing at the window every few seconds. The red haired girl stepped closer, examining the two people closer. She hadn't seen them before, but by the looks of the girl, she could use magic. Something about her said "Darkness" or "Shadows". She couldn't pick up much about the boy... Their mouths were moving, but all Scarlette heard was a loud buzzing. Her ears were ringing...

The girl sat up abruptly. Her vision started to go dark around the edges, but Scarlette flopped back down on the ground before she could pass out again.
"I had a vision..." She murmured. The red-head quickly regretted saying anything, as a lump appeared in her throat and she fought desperately to fight off tears. This was not how a leader should act! But, everything hurt so, so badly.
 
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Hearing the crash, I swung open the window, then lept out. Right before I fell, the strong shadows created by the moonlight rushed towards my back, quickly morphing into bat-like wings. I then attempted to tackle the person, pulling out my dagger.
 
. : : Ophelia : : .

At the mentioning of the vision, Ophelia perked up. For a few moments, she had forgotten that Scarlette had these types of fits. Ophelia had never quite seen one in action, so it was no wonder she hadn't recognized just what was happening. With curious violet eyes, she stepped away from the table and over to where Scarlette and the other girl had been on the ground. She stood over them, her head tilting itself to one side. Ivory hair cascaded over her shoulders and pooled at her knees.
"A vision?" she asked, knitting her eyebrows. "Was it... Anything of importance?"
 
She nodded, rubbing her eyes.
"I'm sorry for crying... my head just-" she stopped and let out a little sob, "really really hurts! I hear everyone's thoughts and it never quiets down and I'm not sleeping except when I have visions, which I've been having a lot of lately, but they're all really short and I'm just so tired and I want silence and sleep and to stop having nightmares!" The girl looked like she was about to throw a fit. It didn't look good in front of a crowd of people who were supposed to respect and look up to her.
"And yes," she said, half whispering, half sobbing, "it was important. There were two of them, one with shadow powers, and there might have been a third... they kept looking out the window..." After saying this, Scarlette just covered her face with her hands and tried to calm down. It'd be a lot easier if her head was quiet...
 
Hearing the crash, I swung open the window, then lept out. Right before I fell, the strong shadows created by the moonlight rushed towards me, turning into slates so I couldn't fall and injure myself. I then attempted to tackle the person, pulling out my dagger.

[Can't edit on my ds... I fixed it though.]
 
im confused xD ))

{{ Oh gosh this is my bad, I forgot Honoko apart of any of the coven's oops ;O;
//killme }}

. : : Ophelia : : .

The girl knitted her eyebrows, quietly coming down to kneel beside the girl. She paid no mind to her tears, but did acknowledge she was in pain. Awkwardly, she patted the girl's shoulder.
"Did you see anything else?" she asked, voice gentle as to not irritate her pain further. A girl with shadows...
 
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ahh no i just thought beardo's character was in town, walking so i dont know ))
 
ahh no i just thought beardo's character was in town, walking so i dont know ))

(Thats what I thought, but I then I thought your character was in a coven for some reason... idk lol. Mayhe Goop's character could've stormed out of the meeting or something and ran into us?)
 
{{ We can just have that, I suppose, ahah ;v;"
Sorry guys, I'm kinda really out of it dsahjkldks
Big-ish roleplay, lots of 1v1 posts, lots of reading =w=" }}
 
{{ We can just have that, I suppose, ahah ;v;"
Sorry guys, I'm kinda really out of it dsahjkldks
Big-ish roleplay, lots of 1v1 posts, lots of reading =w=" }}

(It's fine! You're probably busy, so take your time!)
 
“Hey—Heya there!! I don’t think there are any killers in this room, yeah? Y’know!!! Cloven, peace n’ tranquility and all that good stuff!!! And if there were, well…. I think they’d be sweating like a sinner in church.” With a roll of her tongue she ends her statement, looking over the room in curiosity; the body language of the other seemed uncomfortable, anxious.

There was something she wanted to say, but it seemed to slip her mind, teeth sinking into the pink flesh of her bottom lip, brows furrowed, fingers dancing across her temples as if she was trying to summon the thought to return--- “Alrighty then. But what’s the plan? Whadda we gonna do about these foxes running through our hen house? Do we set up lil’ traps or does the farmer go to fetch his gun?”
 
Falling flat on my face as I miss a slate, I fall flat on my face, the dagger wedging itself into the flesh of my arm. "N-nicolas... T-think you c-could come down here f-for a bit?" I call up to the window, trying not to scream out in pain as the blood oozes out of my arm.
 
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