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  1. Name: NatsukiOrigin: Original CharacterInfo: A no-nonsense artificially created human and former policeman. They are very loyal to authority. Abilities: Hard to Kill: Natsuki's body has been altered even before their 'birth'. Though they can die like anyone else if their brain is destroyed or deprived of oxygen, they're a bit more resilient than most. Their major arteries are surrounded in a protective mesh, their spine is reinforced with metal, most of their bones bend rather than break, their blood vessels close off as much as possible when they are wounded, and their blood carries high amounts of oxygen, to name the most obvious modifications. On the downside, they have joint issues (mainly their hips, knees, and ankles) and circulation problems. Police Training: They know how to use handguns, tasers, and batons, as well as how to act in a combat situation. University Education: Before joining the police, Natsuki received two years of education at the local university with a modified schedule. Though they aren't a medic, they have decent knowledge of drugs, the workings of the human body, and their own biology. Appearance: Natsuki is Japanese (or, rather, the genetic base used to create them was Japanese). They are a little over five feet tall and are well-muscled from working out (as it is unknown how muscle growth enhancing drugs would interact with their body). Externally, there is no indication that they aren't an unaltered human. Their hair is short and tends to stick up every which way, either because they forgot to brush it in the morning or because they ran their hands through it in exasperation. Natsuki has a sharp gaze, and doesn't fidget or glance around needlessly. History: Natsuki is either seventeen or around twenty-five, depending on how you look at it. As an experiment meant to double as an urban combatant, there was incentive to increase their development rate. Being forced to grow up so fast had its drawbacks, to say nothing of the medical risks they'll experience later. Though, legally, they are considered their own person that shouldn't be forced into any particular career path, a life where they were always expected to join the police left them with few other options or desires. Extra: Natsuki is from a biopunk universe of my own making. Lu will probably cry if you hurt them, so please do. Name: JowanOrigin: Dragon Age: OriginsInfo: A blood mage with a tendency to make bad decisions without thinking things through. Abilities: Mage: Jowan has a stronger connection to the Fade than most people, allowing him to cast spells. Each spell has its own cooldown and uses a portion of Jowan's mana, which slowly regenerates over time. Blood Magic: Instead of casting spells with mana, Jowan can fuel them by spilling his own blood. This increases the power of his spells, though comes with the obvious drawback of losing blood and gaining wounds. Blood Wound and Blood Control can only be fueled with blood magic. Blood Wound: The blood of all enemies in a 10m sphere is boiled in their veins, holding them in place and damaging them through the duration of the spell. Blood Sacrifice/Drain Life: Jowan drains some of the life-force from another entity, healing himself. Blood Control: The blood of a single enemy is moved, putting them directly under Jowan's control. It's possible to resist, but deals damage. Flame Blast and Winter's Grasp: Elemental spells that create a small cone a of flame and a blast of cold directed at a single target, respectively. Disorient: A spell that momentarily confuses the target. Mind Blast: A wave of telekinetic force throws away everything in a small sphere around the caster. Link to wiki: Wiki PageExtra: He's trying to make up for past mistakes. It might take him awhile.
  2. Interesting. [I'll start with questions about Bulwark, specifically, because this one sticks out to me. How does he interact with Endbringers? Either his power is quite different from canon, the fact that he's a Master must be pretty well known (the PRT higher-ups need to know in any case- imagine if they tried to ship Bulwark off to a fight in a jet and he disappeared because his real body couldn't keep up), or he claims to have a teleportation ability as well. Canon!Siberian can push through any ordinary matter like it's nothing, and if she can't for some reason (like it's clockblocked or affected by Sting) she disappears, right? So at first, it'd look like he'd be able to take out the Endbringers easily. Eventually, though, he'd hit the core, which would make him poof (or be destroyed, but given how the core blocks most powers I doubt that). Even if this isn't noticed the first time and he tries to avoid touching the core again, people are going to catch on pretty quickly that something's up. Of course, this is working off of the assumption that his powers are similar to canon, so please correct me if I'm wrong. The second thing is, Cauldron has their noses stuck in so many parts of the world that it might help to clarify what other changes there are from canon that results from them being nonexistent. For example, Director Costa-Brown not being the head of the PRT anymore is a pretty big deal- even the circumstances of the PRT and Protectorate being formed has to be very different. They've been working behind the scenes to manipulate things since before Scion even showed up. ] A few more minor things, mostly just because I'm curious (let me know if I'm asking too many questions): [-Who fought Charybdis in the Kyushu battle? No Contessa, no Lung. -How'd Eden die? I find it unlikely that she could have died from just the impact. Unless you mean that Contessa still exists, but only in her homeworld? -If there's no Simurgh, does that mean that Sphere actually managed to complete his city designs, or did his shard conspire to prevent that some other way?]
  3. Nice to see that someone's making a Worm RP! A few questions (brackets contain possible spoilers written in white): -To clarify, when you say that the S9 and Cauldron aren't appearing, do you mean that they don't exist, that they exist but shouldn't be mentioned, or that they can be mentioned but just wont show up? [What about Cauldron capes and Case 53's?] -Did Alexandria never exist, or is she just not part of the Triumvirate for some reason? If she does exist but isn't part of the Triumvirate, is the term 'Alexandria package' still used? -Sorry if this was intentional, but it's implied that the PRT rating scale doesn't have an upper limit in canon. As far as I can tell no one is outright given a rating higher than 12, but Weaver said that Contessa and Glaistig Uaine "were easily twelves or higher" (Extinction 27.4). -Behemoth is only a Brute 10, while Typhon is a Brute 12. Again, my apologies if this was intentional. Looks really good so far! I might be interested in joining, depending on how my schedule turns out.
  4. Hm, do all of the interaction have to happen at the same time? What I mean is, no one from the bakery subplot has interacted with anyone outside of it. Essentially, if we decided that everything in the bakery is already happening on Day 2 (or Day 3, or the second week- whenever you want to move things to), it wouldn't affect anyone else, if that makes sense?
  5. Vogel | Janine's Bakery Vogel glanced towards Ciel, thinking that he had heard his name, but he seemed to just be muttering to himself. Who knew what that was about, but it probably wasn't a big deal. Vogel muttered to himself often enough, so it wasn't that weird if someone else did it, right? In any case, he was hungry and there was food. Hector had said that they could pick anything they wanted, though he wasn't sure if she knew exactly how hungry he was. Ah, well, they'd sort it out afterwards. He looked over the selection of sweet pastries and muffins. Oh, good, Janine did have the raspberry ones. Janine seemed to be busy dealing with the new customer. He had to admit that he was feeling a bit impatient, but it'd be terribly rude to interrupt them. To occupy himself, he ran his fingers through his feathers and glanced around absently. Ciel was looking at him; he wondered why and paused his gaze on the man for a moment. Well, as long as he wasn't planning on stealing anything he didn't need to worry about it. When it seemed that Janine had finished dealing with the new customer and was prepared to take their order, Vogel stepped forward. "Ah, thanks, I'll take two of the extra-large raspberry muffins- the ones with the cinnamon sugar topping? - one of the extra-large blueberry muffins, and... an apple turnover," he said, pointing to each of the items in turn. He wasn't particularly worried about ordering too much; he'd gotten similar amounts of food before after making less-than-good decisions about his priorities.
  6. Sorry, I think we're still waiting for Val.
  7. Vogel | Morning | Janine's Bakery Vogel smiled at Janine, then scratched his cheek and looked away sheepishly. It was true that he hadn't be to the bakery in awhile, but who could really blame him? Last time he'd left the house had been more than enough adventure for awhile. Still, he'd have to endeavor to show up more often (as much as he didn't want to give Ciel the satisfaction). The food was more than worth it alone, to say nothing of the company. "Good to see you again too, Janine. I hope you've been well in this past fortnight." Speaking of food, the scents of the bakery were making his mouth water. It really wasn't a great plan to go without food for so long, but he doubted he'd be able to remember the lesson in the future. He held off from ordering, if only because he hadn't wanted to interrupt Ciel and Janine's reunion and he'd been surprised by Hector's implication that she was paying for his food as well. He'd have to just insist on paying for his own meal later, then. They were all too hungry to worry about it now, and he had the funds for it, mostly. Besides, seeing the menu was important no matter how impatient he was. Vogel frowned slightly and turned towards Ciel. "Wait, have you really been stalking me?" It was honestly quite hard to tell whether he was making a joke or not- but if it was true, that would mean that it hadn't been a coincidence that he had bumped into him. In that case, his paranoia had been entirely justified. How annoying. Upon seeing Ciel turn his head towards the door, Vogel did as well. The tinkling of the bell had barely registered in his mind, but movement was much harder to ignore. Someone had entered the bakery- she wasn't anyone he recognized, and so he assumed that she was there simply to buy some food. He was more concerned by the way Ciel was looking at her. Perhaps it would be best to try to remember to keep an eye on the thief and make sure that he didn't "accidentally" bump into the newcomer or anything.
  8. Vogel | Morning | En Route to Janine's He nodded absently in response to Hector's question. "Mm. She runs a bakery; the raspberry muffins are really good." Despite the situation, he found he was rather looking forward to lunch. Ignoring his hunger had become second nature to him, but now that he was paying attention it was beginning to make itself known. Vogel was curious about Hector's offer to Ciel. She had already paid for the apple he had stolen. Why pay for lunch as well? He hoped it wasn't for his sake. It was true that he much preferred to have his arm not be trapped, but he didn't want to cause a drain on her finances. Perhaps she and Ciel were knew each other well enough that this was simply a normal occurrence for them. It took him a moment to realize that he could move his arm again. Once he did, he shook it out and let it rejoin the other in combing out his feathers. He sent a grateful smile in Hector's direction, then took a few hurried steps to catch up to Ciel before falling into step beside him. He could have taken the chance to run or jump onto a rooftop, but he didn't particularly want to when following Ciel led to food. "Sure it is," he said, letting out a huff. "Why do I even need to talk to- stealing a dog?" He paused. "More of a cat person, really." "She has," he said, stretching a wing out in front of him to better tell which feathers need to be realigned. The action brought his thoughts to Ciel's wing- or rather, lack thereof. He had never found out what had happened to the other one, which was something he'd have to remedy. Being one-winged wasn't unheard of, but it was rare enough that he was interested- especially as Ciel didn't strike him as a banished noble. One feather was sticking up oddly. He pulled it sharply to remove it with a wince of pain. Cocking his head, he wondered what Ciel meant by 'change'. He looked in his direction and raised his eyebrows briefly, but decided not to ask. Instead, he pointed his hand towards Janine's bakery and let the feather within it drift to the ground. "We're almost there."
  9. Vogel | Morning | Marketplace Vogel gave a sigh of relief. Hector really was just as kind and good at negotiating as both the rumors and his own personal experience said. He was lucky she'd shown up- who knew what kind of shenanigans Ciel would have dragged him into had she not been there. "Thank you, Hector, it's-" he began before being cut off by Ciel. "I get out sometimes!" he said, his feathers puffing out. His tone conveyed annoyance, though no real anger. Some things one simply had to deal with before they could go home. "Once a week, usually. There's probably even people I talk to, sometimes." What'd he care about his social life, anyway? It wasn't hurting Ciel if Vogel spent most of his time indoors. Besides, talking to cats counted as social interaction. At the mention of food, he was reminded of how hungry he was. Involuntarily, his feathers fell back into place, and he didn't have the heart to keep them erect. It wouldn't really be so bad to have lunch with Ciel, would it? At least, if Hector came it'd be alright, and the gods knew she deserved it. He'd survived a night with Ciel, an hour'd be fine. Ciel's wording wasn't exactly reassuring, but he was probably joking about the arrests or stealing his food. Maybe. "...Janine's?" he said hopefully, reaching back with his free hand to brush his feathers. He wished that he could use both arms, and felt the fingers of his trapped hand twitch, but it was the best he could do if Ciel wasn't planning on releasing him.
  10. questions, featuring doc, lu, and zor. Hopefully the copy-paste didn't mess up the formatting too badly. -What’s the area of the sky cities? Is there large areas on the ground underneath the cities that are lifeless due to lack of sunlight? -Comparatively, what are the populations of the sky and the ground? -What kind of resources do the sky cities have? Water, agriculture, soil, rubber, metal, lumber, stone? Are these transported up from the ground, or are they present in the sky? -It sounds like the skyling cities are man-made? In that case, they’d be relatively recent, in geographic terms. If there is sky agriculture, is it made difficult by the lack of plants that have evolved to survive at such high altitudes? -Cloud cats. It’s mentioned that they hunt in the air- do they hunt birds? What pressured them to become so much larger than their prey, in that case? -How much contact between skylings and groundlings is there? Is it mostly one way (banished skylings taking information to the ground) or is there a lot of back-and-forth? -Why do the Dark Wings even want to live in the sky cities? Is it just a ‘take back what should be ours’ thing? Does the sky have things that the ground doesn’t (resource-wise - cities and infrastructure can be built)? -How do most groundlings feel about the skylings? Do they hate them? Feel jealous? Awe? Anger? Do they care about them at all? -What’s the weaponry like on both the ground and the sky? Are there any wars with outside nations that would lead to the development of a large military, or are the knights for domestic peacekeeping only? -Do the groundlings have access to enough airships to launch a large-scale invasion? -The way I picture it, there are multiple skyling cities held aloft on their own ‘islands’. Is this accurate? If so, how much communication is there between cities? Do different cities have different economic specialties? Are there tensions between different cities? Could infighting be sparked? - If the skylings and groundlings are separated by social classes of nobles and peasants, are lords, barons, and etc a thing? - From my knowledge, people transverse between the skyling and groundling cities via airships. Can groundlings afford to get on these airships or is this reserved for the upper class/those who can pay a fee? social structure notes by lu, a communist™ governmental system of the skylings ???? absolute monarchy ???? social structure ???? like ,, is it > king > nobles > peasants. who are the peasants groundling social structure ??? is there a ruler of the groundlings or are they all just anarchists. wait. how were towns even formed who are the authoritative people in the groundling world is capital punishment a thing some older day cities used to have special punishments depending on the crime committed. is this the case do they cut hands off thieves is ciel missing a hand how’s the trading between skylings/groundlings like are there special traders who move between both worlds ~*skyling royal family*~ (oooo) whats their current status? is there a main branch of royalty who are the monarchs and then separate family-related branches? line of succession? arranged marriages? the possibility of nobles wanting arrange marriages between the royal family + their own heirs is pretty possible Why does the king care about Simon, who likely won’t be accepted as a king by the skylings and doesn’t know how to rule? Why doesn’t he just marry another wife or half-dozen to produce a new heir? dark wings ??? so is this like. are they radical revolutionaries or terrorist anarchists liberte egalite fraternite rapide nous devons écrire en francais Medicine regarding groundlings What’s the general understanding of sterilization and infection? Are bandages, splints, stitches, and similar objects in existence? (This doesn’t apply to instruments that are improvised as medical tools since that would probably happen no matter what) What’s the medical standard in terms of medical procedure and knowledge needed by professional doctors? Are there any medical techniques that the groundlings developed but have not necessarily reached high society? (Such as early vaccinations in the form of rubbing scabs on open wounds to prevent diseases which happened in the real world) Is there a difference in diseases between skylings and groundlings? If so, what sort of major diseases would groundlings be immune to that skylings might have trouble with and vice versa?
  11. Vogel | Morning | Marketplace Vogel felt his heart sink as he was dragged back into hell. He tugged lightly against Ciel's arm, but quickly saw that the effort was futile. Letting his shoulders droop, he drew his wings tightly against his back in resignation. What had he done to deserve this? "The pleasure is all mine," he responded dryly. Honestly, the only part that surprised him about Ciel's speech was that he had had time for breaking three ribs among his many other exploits (which he had delighted in telling him about). It was nice to know how the baker had gotten that hole in her roof, at least. That had been a mystery that Vogel had never found time to ask about. Hector was someone that he had heard about, though they had only met briefly. He could only hope that she would choose to help him. She was good at helping people, right? Vogel glanced towards her, trying his best "please rescue me" face. He was out of practice, unfortunately, and was pretty sure that he only managed "terrified". It'd have to do. "Pale? Surely not. Why would I be pale? It's not like you're going to get me arrested - again - or anything like that." He gave a nervous chuckle and tried to pull away again, hoping that Ciel's grip had maybe loosened. It had not. "Nice to meet you again, Hector. Now I should really..." be getting home soon. Had he left the window open? He had, hadn't he? Lovely. Grimalkin always escaped for a day or two when she was angry, and she'd really be angry if he was arrested before feeding her. "Good to see you again, but I really must get going, you understand? I'm very, ah, busy. What with all of the, uh, reading and note taking I need to do. Very important. Goodbye." He gave an internal sigh. It was going to be a long day.
  12. Vogel | Morning | Marketplace It'd been two weeks since the last time he had left his house, and Grimalkin had started to get quite displeased with him. It hadn't been so bad. The food had lasted until two days ago, though he had grown tired of canned beans towards the end of it. The paper had run short, and he'd been left scrabbling around the house for a clean corner or an empty page margin. Still, it had been the disappearance of the last of the cat food, two hours ago, that had finally forced him to leave. He'd managed to endure nearly an hour of Grimalkin's staring, but eventually he couldn't stand the her sad eyes or the irregular pawing at his face. He allowed himself a light smile as he pulled the towel away from his face to examine it. Grimalkin is so adorable, isn't she? he thought. The once white towel had a small spot of red on it, but the bleeding had probably stopped. Good; his arm had been starting to get tired. Being momentarily distracted by the thoughts about his cat, Vogel missed where he was going. Later, he would blame the lack of food for his fatal error. In any case, Vogel made a quite yelp of surprise, half-flared his wings out, and took a step backwards in reaction to walking right into someone's back. "Oh, sorry-" Oh gods, it was him. It wasn't difficult to recognize the man that stood before him. His dark eye and silver hair were quite distinctive, and that was without how he'd had plenty of time to memorize the man's beautiful face while spending the night in a jail cell with him. Ciel. Abruptly, he spun on one heel and began walking in the opposite direction. Nope, nope, he wasn't dealing with that. Not after the last time. Vogel hadn't noticed it before, but it seemed as though the area was louder than the normal din of the marketplace. That wasn't a surprise, if he was nearby, and was all the more reason to leave. He didn't get more than a few steps before he stopped again. The closest path to the cat food (and the best paper in town) was in the other direction. Hm. Quite the dilemma, it seemed.
  13. I'm not quite sure understand what you're saying, sorry. When you say that there's no scientists, why would that be the case? Science is simply trying to find out how things work through experimentation, and would be necessary for the technology shown (like forging metal tools and armor). Regardless, I don't envision him having much to do with alchemy or magic. I was thinking more mathematics, physics, anatomy, maybe some heredity- stuff focused around the variation and function of wings. Anyway, here's my sheet; it's mostly just the old one with some slight edits. Username: Backup77 Name: Vogel Avem Age: 24 Gender: Male Ground or Sky: Ground Class/occupation: Scientist (Physics, some biology) Dark Wing supporter: He’d prefer to focus on his work, but he’d rather they win over the alternative. Appearance: Vogel has straight, messy black hair that reaches slightly past his ears. His eyes are a deep brown, and switch between flickering around and staring off into space. His skin is light brown. He has a lithe build, and is 5’8”. It’s common for him to forget to wash splashes of ink off of his face or leave notes and doodles across his arms and hands. Personality: Vogel shows an intent focus towards things that he is interested in, but is otherwise scatterbrained and disorganized. He frequently forgets to eat because he’s too busy researching. While he might not be completely apathetic to the world around him, it can seem that way when his only response to learning about a war is to worry about his books getting damaged. He often stares off into space mid-conversation, fidgeting with his feathers. Wing appearance: Vogel’s wings are short and rounded, and his wingspan is fifteen feet. The feathers are white, with black edges, like a Sebright chicken’s. Out of habit, he keeps they carefully cleaned. History: Vogel was born and educated as a skyling. He was particularly interested in everything about wings- how they developed, why there were so many different kinds, how Avians could fly when all mathematical models suggested that doing so should be impossible. Though the bright patterns on his wings gave him time, when he was seventeen he realized that he wasn’t safe in the sky. Without so much as a note, he packed up all of his books and equipment (as well as some stuff that wasn’t his) and jumped. As he couldn’t fly properly and was weighed down, he hit the ground hard. Fortunately, he managed to avoid breaking any bones. There on the ground, he managed to find spare work as a scribe, and continued his research when he could. Skills: Mathematics, physics, anatomy (wings, shoulder joints, upper torso), and wing genetics. War or peace: Conflicted. War would be a disturbance, but an interesting one.
  14. Thanks guys, I appreciate you offering to sacrifice your characters. Glad it didn't have to come to that, I wouldn't have wanted your charries to be cut out. Thanks for letting me in, Arorara; I'll go find his sheet/edit it in a minute.
  15. Hey, how would you feel about me bringing back Vogel?
  16. Midnight let a soft growl rise in his throat. The pack needed a new Beta, that much was true, but what was Peregrine thinking? One couldn't just go around promoting the first wolf they laid eyes on! What reason was there to promote Eclipse instead of one of the Hunters? Surely, they would be better suited to such an important task. Truly, this had to be the beginning of the end of the pack. Weak leadership led to the entire pack being weakened, and that would lead to the death of them all. He lowered his head, flattened his ears, and struggled to keep his teeth concealed. Without so much as a congratulations, he turned from the scene and stalked away. Perhaps he could find his brother. Soon he found him, appearing to be following a scent. Not hearing or seeing anything too close, he bounded to catch up. "Finding something? Honestly, can you believe Peregrine? We'll all fall with this decision; she's dragging us all down into the abyss with her."
  17. Name- Midnight Gender- Male. Crush- Nah, not at the moment. Appearance- Midnight has a coat of pure black, and eyes of deepest red. When one stares into them, they can see the sadness buried in his very soul. Similarly to his brother, his fur always stands on end. He is slightly smaller and shorter than him, and has a long, feathery tail. Mate- No. Personality- He introverted, tending to spend long nights staring at the stars alone. Prone to spouting long monologues about the deep sorrow that fills the world, he isn't very cheerful or fun to be around. Still, he seems to have a sort of soft spot for his brother- despite frequently insulting Noon, he hardly leaves his side (excepting his nightly stargazing sessions) and is fiercely protective of him if anyone else bothers him. He claims to be motivated by 'vengeance', though no one is quite sure who exactly against or why. Pups- No. Pack- Blizzard Rank- Guard Age- 3 Other- N/A
  18. Vogel was quite bemused by how protective the boy seemed over his guitar, but then, he of all people couldn't judge. Mostly, it was strange that the boy was complaining about the possibility of anyone taking it when he had shoved it into a stranger's hands, but oh well. People frequently justified their decisions in irrational manner. On the plus side, the boy didn't seem so convinced that he was a shady, radical murderer anymore! He hadn't admitted that he was wrong, but his reaction was close enough for it to count as a sort-of apology. Vogel was making progress with him, though he wasn't sure what for. Silently, he thought that the boy's coffee order probably cost more than his guitar had. Vogel nodded. Being a student at twenty-two was normal, right? He grinned as he answered the question that followed. Someone other than a classmate was interested in his studies? "Marine biology, technically, but practically a huge portion of it's been shifted to sapient sea life recently. Especially with a coastal city like here- you wouldn't believe all of the breakthroughs we've been making." He stared at a bird in the distance. "Like, I wonder if this is how it feels, to discover a new island filled with unknown animals? But it's all right there, and always has been. Humans, they just didn't realize it until now. It's like, everyone living here is a part of history, you feel?" Too late, he realized that he had talked a bit more then intended when he had to stop to catch his breath. "Ah, sorry about that," he said, turning his gaze downwards. "Don't worry about it; I think nothing's broken. Unless the ink... hopefully nothing's broken. It looked fine, anyway. It doesn't matter; how did you do that? It was amazing- your power? Wait, your guitar- tell me about it later, yeah?" Villads left, and Vogel addressed the silent boy. "To the coffee shop, then?" He hoped the boy actually wanted coffee- truth be told, he hadn't been paying as much attention to him. Villads had been a more pressing concern, what with the thievery and accusations and ridiculous coffee orders.
  19. "What'd you expect? You shoved it into my hands and ran off with my backpack!" Clearly, the boy hadn't thought things through. He seemed to care far more about the guitar than the bag. Perhaps it had been some kind of reaction to the disorientation of being awoken on a park bench with cold water to the face? It would explain some things, though Vogel preferred being punched. He honestly didn't understand what the man was talking about. Which radicals? As far as he knew, there were several different radical groups, like the "harmony with nature" and the "kill them all" ones. "No! I'm not a radical, I think, I actually don't know what you mean and a definition would be really nice. There's nothing shady, as so far as I am aware." He wondered if claiming to be an orphan who lost all of their birth records in a tragic, cliche fire counted as 'shady'. Oh well. The boy didn't need to know that. "It's... just an ordinary rock?" He cringed and looked away. "Yeah, sorry, that one was bad. Forget I said anything about heirlooms. I panicked?" As the implication of 'selling you' sunk in, his eyes widened. He forced them to relax; it was just a normal figure of speech. The man had no way of knowing, and the thievery was just a coincidence. "You tell me; you're the one that took them. Yes, I'm a student, I'm, ah, twenty-two," he was pretty sure that was what the official documents said now- as long as he hadn't had a birthday recently. "What? No, how would I be able to afford wine cellar if I'm a student, or have time to read, uh, he's some kind of philosopher, right? How old are you? I'm Vogel, by the way, if this is going to be some kind of introduction." Taking a breath, he paused to give the other boy some attention. He looked somewhat confused and frightened, and was doing something with his hands. Oh, it was probably a sign language, given that he hadn't heard the boy speak. More evidence that he should have taken that class. "Sorry, I can't- I should have some paper in my bag, if that'll help. Ah. No writing utensils, though." He didn't really need pens, and not having any worked pretty well to keep people from asking to borrow them. "Sorry about that." Vogel felt his eyes glazing over as the boy listed his coffee order. He didn't even realize some of those qualifiers existed, and he wasn't a stranger to coffee. "Ah. Would you mind repeating that?" He shrieked slightly as his bag was thrown over his head and across the crosswalk. Barely waiting for a car to pass, he rushed across the street. As soon as he reached it, he pulled open the zipper and thrust his hand underneath the books. He sighed in relief. It was completely irrational, he knew. There would have been no chance for it to even be opened since he'd last had it. Still, it was reassuring to be holding his bag again. Holding it too his chest instead of putting it on, he stood up and walked back across the street far more carefully than he had. "Okay. Thanks, I suppose. You get your guitar, and us three will meet in that Starbucks there, yeah? Oh!" He pulled a thick notebook out of his bag, flipped to a page that wasn't covered in diagrams of respiratory systems, and held it out to the second boy. "In case you manage to find a pen, if you want it?"
  20. Oh, definitely. Think of your own skin, if it wasn't filled with all of the sharp, fleshy, and useful bits that it normally is. Skin's pretty tough, and the additional layer of fur would give it extra protection.
  21. Vogel nearly smashed into the boy when he suddenly stopped. As it was, he almost fell over forwards with the force of his momentum. It took him a moment to turn the boy's question over in his head- he'd been so focused on the bag. "Gui-? The bench! I wasn't going to risk dropping it!" Besides, it had been awkward to carry. What, did he think he was just going to drag it around? "What!? No! I just." He paused. Well, the boy wasn't entirely wrong. "I mean, most of that isn't true. I don't have a shrine. Probably? How is-" He broke off mid-sentence, thinking and biting his lower lip. Being creepy actually did make sense as a power- perhaps as some sort of emotional aura? Not important. "Look, please, I really need that bag back. The library fees will be nasty, I've got notes, uh, and I think some precious family heirlooms of great personal significance but little value to a stranger." Next time he had the chance, he'd have to work on a better explanation. Really, it would have sounded much better without the last bit. His phone vibrated as a reminder and he glanced down, swiping his thumb in a pattern to unlock it. "Sorry," he mumbled belatedly. His face lit up as he read the message, worries about his backpack momentarily forgotten. Grinning, he looked back at the boy. "They captured a mermaid, and preliminary analysis indicates that it's lower half is some kind of undiscovered deep-sea oarfish! My class gets to partake in the study!" As soon as he finished speaking, he bit his tongue. It probably wasn't the best thing to blurt out right after being accused of being a shrine-building murderer. It was just that the opportunities that they'd have from this would be incredible- more mermaid physiology, a new species, chemical analysis, maybe even swimming physics among other stuff. "Okay, uh, how about I buy you coffee and lunch, and you give my bag back? If you want my notes I'll copy them for you, it's just quite important that I have them back at all. And, uh," he turned to address the newcomer. "I'll buy you coffee too, just don't tell Research Team Echo that we're getting the oarfish. Don't tell the anyone else either, actually. Think of it like a bribe for your silence, I guess?"
  22. I'm sorry, perhaps I didn't explain what I was saying about the gills well enough. What I meant was, for gills to work properly there needs to be and inflow opening and an outflow opening. In fish, this would be the mouth and the gill slits. Gills inside a nose would be much more inefficient, because the water would have to enter and exit from the same point.
  23. Aroara, may I ask for some size clarification, like a length or weight? I don't know what kind of ship is meant by his description, and Arkhesis sounds quite large already. I'm also having trouble understanding how he could have a set of gills in his nose. Gills require water to flow in one direction, unlike lungs. Sorry for the nitpicking, I'm just having trouble visualizing the physics of everything (not that the physics need to make perfect sense, given the magic and all).
  24. That went surprisingly well, if he was honest. The last time he had squirted someone in the face he'd nearly been punched. Oh, did the boy think he'd been trying to start a fight? To be fair, it wasn't an entirely unreasonable reaction, but really, there was no need for that. "Uh, no, not really. I'm Vo-" He blinked and stared down at the guitar that had suddenly appeared in his hands. His backpack was gone. Slowly, he placed the guitar on the bench and took a step back before sprinting in the direction that he had seen the man flee. As he ran, he reached up to his ink bottle necklace out of habit and felt curses scrawl themselves under his sleeves. His thoughts seemed to be stuck on 'screaming'- he'd never been so careless as to allow his bag to get stolen. What if the boy got away with it? [i[Why[/i] had he stolen it in the first place? He didn't even know him! Fortunately, Vogel was faster, as he wasn't weighed down by anything. Unless the man took a corner and managed to lose him, he'd be able to catch up soon enough. Hopefully. It wasn't much of a comfort.
  25. Vogel shifted the straps of his backpack and raised a hand to block the sun. It was painfully bright outside. On the upside, he knew that it wasn't the middle of the night and he shouldn't go back to sleep. Twelve-hour clocks could be so unclear sometimes. He suppressed a yawn and continued walking. He could have just gotten coffee from the machine in his dorm, but the café near the park made much better muffins than he could. There was almost two hours before classes or work started, anyway. His phone buzzed in his pocket, playing the cheery ping that signified an announcement related to any research on sea creatures. His heart jumped in anticipation, and he searched around for a place to sit while checking his phone. The nearest bench was occupied. The man had clearly been recently unconscious, as Vogel was fairly sure that no one found such a position a comfortable way to sit. His hair was pink, his eyes were green, and he was holding a seashell. It was worth a shot. At the very least, it would get the man to move and free up some space on the bench. Approaching the man, he pulled out his water pistol, took aim, and fired at the man's face. When he didn't grow scales, Vogel shrugged and began to take off his backpack in preparation for sitting down.