forum The American Revolution With A Hint Of Magic (Open)

Started November 12, 2019 by Deleted user

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She did? Jeez, I'm fucking tired. Yes, Mox's and Jyn's.

Lol sounds good

Okay then! Moxies and Jyn Jyns!

Jyn's*

That's alright! You're welcome to join at any time!

Sure thing Ice!

Alright, I'll start and everyone can still get their forms up!

It was a cold day, as usual, in Valley Forge. Angela had a thin layer of fabric of her shoulders as she headed out of the small infirmary to gather some snow. A soldier had gotten sick and was running a high fever. The only thing Angela could do for him right now was put some snow onto his head and prescribe rest. Low spirits. One of our doctors even left last night…

Alex was in the infirmary to help with telling which soldiers needed the most help. Which ones were within 24 hours of death. Of course, this had a tendency to freak out the other soldiers, who looked at him sideways, eyes narrowed. So he sat in the corner, fingers tapping out a rhythmless beat on his leg, mouthing "one two three" over and over and over.

Amelia was hungry and she hated it. Ignoring the twinge in her throat was particularly easy, but she'd been ignoring it for too long now. She hadn't wanted to feed on any of the soldiers, but she was running out of options. Striding purposefully towards the infirmary, Amelia spotted Angela. "Thank the souls." She muttered, turning slightly to intersect the other woman. Blood was blood, and Angela already knew what she was. Amelia hated to beg the poor healer, but times were rough.

"Angela." She said softly, touching the woman's shoulder in order to not startle her.

Angela turned, smiling softly. "Miss Amelia. How are you?" She asked, tilting her head as she pulled her shawl over her shoulders more. Her eyes examined the woman's posture and face, eyes softening. "Are you alright, dear?"

Alex stood, his eyes flicking to the two women. He debated whether he should go over and tell Angela that Lieutenant Derry was dying, now, the translucent, half-formed shape of his ghost lying in the shape of his sick form. He couldn't describe what the ghosts looked like, when still attached to the living. He frowned a little, still mouthing "one two three" to himself. He disliked the dark room, with the close walls and the stench of the sick, but it was warmer than outside was.

"Do you remember what I asked you for a few weeks ago?" Amelia shifted slightly on her feet. She hated asking for more blood, but sure Angela would understand that she was only asking because she didn't want to hurt any of the young men fighting. "Unfortunately, I will require….more."

Angela nodded and thought for a moment. "We had a man die earlier in the day, will that be alright? The body still should be fresh." She offered. "The man died of starvation, so nothing sick." Angela leaned down and picked up a small handful of snow for the fever of someone in the infirmary.

Hey, this looks awesome!!! Could I join?

Alex finally started towards Angela and Amelia, though he didn't speak yet, remaining a respectful distance away for them to finish their conversation. Around him he could see the ghosts of the dead and dying of Valley Forge. He let out a breath. His mind drifted to Henry. His Henry. His sweet Henry, who had let him linger in a mental asylum for nearly five years. His hand clenched into a fist, and his counting sped up again. No, he would not think of Henry. Henry was no longer his. Henry was married. Henry had a son. Henry hated him.

(Writing sample like a little scene of how I write?)

(A sample from a rp so I can see how you usually respond.)

Amelia smiled slightly, barest hint of her fangs showing in her hunger. "Yes, that should suffice." She cleared her throat. "I thank you once more for this. I'm not usually so–helpless." The spy looked away, frowning. She hated this vulnerability, however temporary it may be. Her gaze caught on a man walking towards them, one she didn't recognize, so she refrained from saying anything more as he got closer.

"It's alright dear. Let me bring this to a soldier quickly and I'll show you where the body is in a moment." Angela promised, her eyes crinkling as she smiled. She turned her head towards the approaching figure. "Hello Alex, are you alright?"

Alex blinked, and nodded. "Yes." he replied. "Lieutenant Derry is dying." he said without preamble, gesturing to where the soldier lay. He ceased his counting, trying to calm himself down. Enough whispers about his mental state already flooded the camp; he didn't need any more.

(The girl rubbed her temples. ‘What the hell are you talking about? What’s some myth go to do with this?”
“Those aren’t myths, little sister. Spoons here was right on that.” The man now stood next to the teacher. “Hey there, Michael. How’s it been?”
Surprising everyone but Deiker, Spoons lunged at him with a knife.
“Really Mike, a knife?” he caught Spoons’ hand, then punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground.
“Hey!” Taryn protested, running up to the man and pushing him away from her teacher. “Who ARE you?”)