Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Dalila and Lumen
Where: Palminteri home
When: After lunch

( If no one was going to baby her, then she was going to cry to her element about it. )

Who: Keelin and Reggie
Where: Reggie’s apartment
When: 8:00 p.m.

( 'Popcorn's not for you. It's for Keelin.' )

Who: Kristen and Missy
Where: Ann Arbor
When: Morning

( Seeing the smile thrown her way when Kristen landed her vault without stumbling… yes, she had missed this. )

WHO: Zelie & Weston
WHEN: Mid-afternoon
WHERE: Bernhard Pack Hideout

The nose situation was her fault entirely. She hadn't needed to headbutt the guy. After all, he had just been trying to reclaim his girlfriend's purse. Becoming a werewolf had allowed her to pick her marks more carefully. She avoided anyone who smelled like they could be a fellow were - no matter their specific animal form - as they tended to have faster reflexes to catch her. She didn't steal from the dead-smelling. In fact, she avoided anyone who smelled funny in general. They tended to be witches or other kinds of things that could catch her. Still, there was the occasional mark that didn't strike her as particularly out of the ordinary and still they were something or the other. She wasn't sure what this guy was, but the grip he had on her arm told her that he had been something more than simply human. So, as Devon had always taught her, she used her head. Granted, she didn't think he meant it so literally. Weston had reared her head back and smashed it against the guy's, who had promptly released her in surprise. She got away with the purse and a broken nose.

( Win, win. )

WHO: Søren & Alicia
WHERE: Around Scarlet Oak
WHEN: Morning

It had been a few days since Alicia had found out the truth about her mother. Well, at least the part about her identity at the very least. All the other fun things Acacia had brought up privately had been left unsaid, though they continued to nag at the back of Søren's mind. He hated to admit it, but he'd watched his little one closely. And, yet, he saw no signs of this darkness or evil or whatever else Acacia claimed might be in his precious child. In many ways he refused to believe it. And yet...there was that little niggling feeling.

( 'Are you ready to go exploring?' )