zєяσ to ɦєяσ in no time ||Testing Thread||

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

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ԍoddess σf τhe τhread// ZeroToHeroInNoTime
ιnspiration// The Little Mermaid and my own imagination.
ℓiteracy// Literate (500 word minimum)

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|| look out lad, a mermaid be waiting for you ||

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

♕ █▐▐ ►» the SQUIRE → LINNEA SIDONIE ISSAKSON

XXXXX TWENTY THREE || FEMALE || HETEROSEXUAL
▐|| CLEVER X▐|| STUBBORN X▐|| BOLD X ▐|| SHORT TEMPERED

Linnea has always wanted to be a warrior; its in her blood. She's never been the type to be idle, to sit and look pretty, when their are things to be done. And she can think of no higher calling than laying down her life in protection of others. But according to her family, noble ladies don't take up a blade. They marry nice, rich, well connected mermen, have children, and live happily ever after. And Linnea is just not ready for that. So she leaves home for a place that doesn't know that she's a noble mermaid, who will train her to be a warrior anyway. The human world. The people their accept her as a squire and everything seems to be going fine. Until she notices that the king's b*****d has taken a particular interest in her. And her origins.

♕ █▐▐ ►» the WITCH → CASPIAN AEGEUS KINGSLEY

XXXXX TWENTY FIVE || MALE || DEMISEXUAL
▐|| CHARMING X▐|| MANIPULATIVE X▐|| PATIENT X ▐|| CALLOUS

Caspian has always had a knack for that thing they call magic. It's not a common gift, oddly enough, even among creatures who themselves are inherently magical. But that doesn't at all make it something prized. Even from a young age, Caspian understood that people feared what they didn't understand. But they also sought it out if they were desperate enough. More than once, he used that desperation to obtain something he wanted; power. But the power game is more or less settled in the sea kingdom; any upset would have magic immediately to blame. So he decided he would try his luck above ground, where they don't know magic exists and struggle for the throne has created an opening that Caspian just might be able to wriggle into.

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

ɦσмє is вєɦιη∂, the world ąɦєą∂
And there are мąηү ρąτɦєş to τrєą∂
τɦяσuԍɦ şɦą∂σω to є∂ԍє of night
uητιℓ the şτąяş are ąℓℓ ąℓιԍɦτ

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"Linnea! Hurry the ******** up! You got work to do and you can't do it lounging about in the bath!!!"

If it wasn't her direct superior yelling at her through the door, Linnea would have snapped a comment back at him, something along the lines of 'piss off'. But several years of knight training had managed to ingrain some small portion of respect/control so she only shouted a sharp"Yes, sir" which was positively demure by her standards. She looked down at her glittering tail, which she had allowed to appear due to her private bath (not a whole lot of girls going for their knighthood) and concentrated on making the limb disappear. It was an effort, especially while she was still wet and submerged in water, much like holding ones breath to make hiccups go away. It took a moment, but eventually she felt the now familiar sensation sweep across her as blue-green scales sank into her pale skin and her tail divided itself into long, smooth legs.

Land body returned, she hopped out of the bath to dress herself. The crown prince had decided to throw a festival. Why he had chosen now, so soon after somebody had attempted to assassinate him, was beyond Linnea and she, frankly, didn't care. What she did know was that this festival was causing quite a bit of fuss among the knight, squires, pages, soldiers and what not. Between those hunting down the almost killer, guard duty, and festival work, their numbers were spread thin. Normally, such an occasion would mean that she would be doing 'busy work'. Things like running messages, getting small object, basically doing boring simple tasks that nobody else wanted to do. Short of numbers as they were though, it was a toss up of what she might do. Even though she was merely a squire, she was just months away from knighthood, practically finished with her training. Plus, she was damn good, if she said so herself. Perhaps she would get more interesting work.

She dressed in more official clothing than she normally bothered with, tunics and breeches and soft, light armor in the kingdoms colors that made her look official and important. Her still damp hair was pulled back off her face, the movement causing the sea glass beads woven into the strands to gently clink against one another. A maid a few months back had despaired over her lack of femininity, thinking that Linnea was upset and not able to dress up and court young men as she pleased. Linnea didn't care all that much but she had allowed the girl to string the beads in an attempt to 'pretty her up' and the mermaid hadn't bothered to remove them since (there was some small, merfolk part of her that was secretly delighted with it). Finally she finished by hiding various weapons and knives in the folds of her clothes, with only the obvious thin sword that she favored hanging from her hip.

Finished, she exited the room to find the knight in charge of her, Louis, waiting for her. A generally crotchety man, despite only being thirty five, and gave her look without smiling."About time you finished." was all he said.

Years of lessons on manners didn't stop Linnea from returning his scowl and snapping a sarcastic reply in return. "Excuse me, princess, for wasting your time." If it had been anybody else she would have been punished but Louis's lips merely twitched in a ghost of a smile and just continued on.

"Anyway, you've been assigned guard duty for the prince's concubine for the time being. Get going; his Highness is already asking for her and you need to escort her to him." he said simply before he scurried off. He was never one to sit around when there was work to be done.

As tedious as guard duty sometimes was (not that she had a ton of experience to draw on, but how in danger could the concubine really be?) it was better than running errands any day of the week. Besides, she had yet to see the girl herself and she had to admit to some curiosity. Despite many complaints about her being otherwise, she was just girly enough to be curious about gossip.

Twisting through the halls that had grown familiar, she made her way to the room the concubine was staying in, spotting two maids heading inside, no doubt to let the girl know that she had been summoned and to prepare her for such. Pleased with herself that she had arrived just in time, she waited just outside the room, hand casually resting on the pommel of her sword as she scanned the hall. As the doors swung open once more, she turned and inclined her head. "I will be your escort and guard today, my lady. I am Linnea"


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мιşτ and şɦą∂σω, ςℓσu∂ and şɦą∂є
ąℓℓ shall ƒą∂є, ąℓℓ shall ƒą∂є

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

Come on, you poor unfortunate soul
Go ahead, make your choice
I'm a very busy person and I haven't got all day
It won't cost much, just your voice

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Caspian might not have bothered with the land if he didn't have something to gain.


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If you want to cross a bridge, my sweet, you've got to pay the toll
Take a gulp and take a breath and go ahead and sign the scroll

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

|| never is an awfully long time ||
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In a far away land, past the second star on the right, there lies an island that time forgot. It was said that this place was the birthplace and home of all magic and its offspring, the various races of fey. The island was supposed to be so old, a part of the original creation, that even Time forgot about it, forgot to age its inhabitants. It was said that once a human resided on the island, they would be woven into the islands magic and never age another day.

The story, of course, prompted many to seek the island: kings, lords, and peasants alike. But however long someone searched, wherever they sailed the sea to, they would never be able to find it. Some thought it to be a myth, just a story. With the years passing and technology getting more advanced, the world was becoming smaller and smaller and still nobody could place the island on a map.

The only thing that kept the legend alive, the searchers looking, was the Lost Ones; the people that had disappeared from their homes as children or teens only to resurface years later, the same age as they had been when they disappeared, claiming that they had been on an island the entire time. Those in pursuit always sought out a Lost One at one point, begging them to either take them there or at least tell them how to get to the island. But the Lost Ones would always say the same thing.

"It's called the Neverland for a reason: the island that you can never sail to."

That was always that on the subjects. Besides saying that they had been to Neverland, the children never spoke of it. And as they became subject to time again and began to age, they always forgot about it eventually.

Except one.

Eventually, one day, one of the Lost ones spoke something extra, something that made the ones searching all the more curious.

"Peter doesn't like any of us to talk about it."

Even with much prodding, the Lost One didn't say much more about it. What they did, however, was agree to join the expedition to find Neverland again.

It was unheard of, a Lost One joining an expedition and many whisper that maybe, just maybe, this time they might actually find the island. With that thought, it was quite easy to raise a proper crew and funds and in almost no time the ship set sail in search of Neverland.

The ship sailed endlessly, forever and ever it seemed, the open waters never seeming to end and no water ever coming in sight. Until a storm hit, sinking the vessel and all its crew. Of those on the ship, only four survived to wash up on the shore of the very place that they had been looking for.

But the four survivors are about to find out that Neverland is far more magical and dangerous than anybody expected. And now that they are there, it just might be impossible to leave.

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|| to die would be an awfully big adventure. ||

Neverland
peter- keeper of the island; the only one to never leave; keeps a lot of secrets, particularly that they are actually a girl.
lost boy- left home under circumstances that they don't wish to speak about. peters right hand man; possibly in love with peter
hook- head of the pirates. said to be the fiercest pirate ever. has a long standing, personal grudge against peter.
pirate- a lost one that wants to leave Neverland but cant, supposedly loyal to hook but actually wants to take their place.

Outsiders
searcher- has dreamed of finding Neverland all their life. is secretly searching for something on the island.
lost one- former lost boy, follower of peter, left Neverland when they once more wished to grow up. wanted to return for a secret reason
skeptic- sibling of the searcher, didn't believe Neverland existed. wants desperately to go home
royal- was bid by their father, the king, to find Neverland and bring back the secret to eternal life.

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

|| never is an awfully long time ||
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ԍoddess σf τhe τhread// ZeroToHeroInNoTime
ιnspiration// Peter Pan, twisted fairytales, an old rp, my own imagination.
ℓiteracy// Literate (500 word minimum)

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|| to die would be an awfully big adventure ||

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

|| never is an awfully long time ||
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XXXXXԍeneralX♕X

Yes, I'm writing the rules in paragraph form. I'll try to keep them short and sweet (I will probably fail) as not to bore you, so stay with me! First off, please obey Gaia's ToS. Yes, it's very obvious but I feel I gotta mention it anyway. You're average roleplay rules will also apply here. No god modding, no auto hitting, etc etc. Please keep this PG-13 rated. Swear to your hearts content, but please skip ahead if you're characters are heading towards the bedroom (you know what I mean. I'M LOOKING AT YOU, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE). You should know all these by now! I, ZeroToHeroInNoTime (though you can just call me Zero), am Goddess of the this thread and therefore have the final say in everything. If I say no to something, please don't fight me on, just do what I say. Lucky for you, I'm not too picky and this shouldn't be a problem. Please feel free to come bother me questions and things like that. I love suggestions, so if you have an idea you would to incorporate, just send me a PM and we can chat about it!


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If you didn't read in the first post, this is a literate rp. By lit, I mean about a 500 word minimum. And I do mean minimum, as in you're having an off day and that's all you can manage to put out. On average, I want to see about 700-1000 words on average, though I will always, always welcome more. I know some people say they don't want to read a novel; baby, I want to read a novel. If you're not sure your hitting it, you can always plug your post into a word counter and check. As you can see, I'm not the best coder in the world, but I do ask that you attempt to make your posts pretty. I require that you, at the bare minimum, provide the charecters name and photo in every post but feel free to pretty them up as much as you want. Please bold what the charecters are saying and italicize what they are think when you post as well. Keep ooc chatter to the OOC thread.


XXXXXąpplyingX♕X

Yes! The part I know the lot of you have all probably skipped down to. Don't lie, I know you moved past the boring stuff to this. No matter, just be sure you read the rest of the stuff as well. To begin, please head towards the App link at the top. In there, you will find the coding for reserves. Please fill them out and post it in the thread. When I have accepted your reserve (I'll quote you in thread if you got the spot), you may begin working on your profile. If you derped around in the App thread, you'll have noticed that there are other codes in there and I bet you can guess what they're for. Begin a thread, titled whatever you like, and use each of the links for posts in that thread. This will be you're profile. When you are done, please post a link to the app thread for me. When I have accepted that, you'll be all done and you can start roleplaying in the thread! You have three days after I accept the reserve to finish your profile. If I do not see your profile on time and you have no excuse for me, I will open the spot up for another person. You can still get your spot back, but only if it is not already reserved. As far as pictures go, please use real life people for your pics (I reserve the right to ask you to change your model). I will allow people to take two characters tops, as this is a smaller thread, but if you do so please take one of each gender. I will allow double of the same gender (two boys or two girls) for some people, if you give me a good reason. Otherwise, sharing is caring.


XXXXXσtherX♕X

Stay with me now, we're not done yet! If I have any rules that I have forgotten, I will edit this post and put the new rules in this section and inform all of you in the ooc as well. Please chat and plot with the other rpers to determine relationships between other charecters. Stay away from love at first sight and all that jazz. Relationships take time to grow and I want them to build during the course of the rp. I'm not a grammer nazi, but please try to spell things correctly(spell check is a wonderful tool) and use proper grammer. Please try to post three times a week. I know I have a ridiculously busy schedule, so I understand if you have trouble getting on sometimes. If for some reason you can not post three times a week, please send me a pm letting me know the situation. Otherwise, I will open your role to somebody else. I will also open the role to somebody else if they don't meet the literacy requirements often enough. Most importantly, please have fun and enjoy yourself!

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[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

|| never is an awfully long time ||
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XXXXXthe ηeverlanders ♕X


♕ █▐▐ ►» PETER → PIERCE "PETER" KINGSLEY
XXXXX SEVENTEEN || FEMALE || DEMISEXUAL
▐|| BOLD X▐|| SECRETIVE X▐|| CLEVER X ▐|| SHORT-TEMPERED
Peter has always been the oldest among the Lost Boys. Having been the first inhabitant of the island, the first one discover its magic and protect its secrets, it automatically makes him the leader. The Lost boys had long ago come to understand that Peter's word was law, never mind the fact that he's not always one to share. When you live on a magic island, you don't always want to know everything. But maybe some people would like to know the fact that he's really a girl and that all the secrets she keeps are not as innocent as that.


♕ █▐▐ ►» the LOST BOY → FULL NAME
XXXXX AGE 17-19 || MALE || SEXUALITY
▐|| GOOD TRAIT X▐|| BAD TRAIT X▐|| GOOD TRAIT X ▐|| BAD TRAIT
For reasons that they don't care to share with anyone, the Lost Boy had no desire to stay at home and when they made their wish to be free of the burdens of adulthood, the wish to never grow up, they found themselves in Neverland. Where lost ones have come and gone, the Lost Boy has remained, the right hand man of Peter. And that may be for reasons beyond what waits in the real world, reasons that involve feelings toward Peter.


♕ █▐▐ ►» HOOK → FULL NAME
XXXXX AGE 15-17 || MALE || SEXUALITY
▐|| GOOD TRAIT X▐|| BAD TRAIT X▐|| GOOD TRAIT X ▐|| BAD TRAIT
Not all lost ones wish to be Neverland. The thrill of the island wears off eventually while the wish to never grow up remains. So what do you do when you can't leave? Turn against the one who holds all the secrets: Peter. And thus the Pirates were born, with Hook at the lead. Because if there anybody that has a score to settle with Peter, its Hook and they will stop at nothing till they get their revenge and get off the island.


♕ █▐▐ ►» the PIRATE → FULL NAME
XXXXX AGE 15-19 || FEMALE || SEXUALITY
▐|| GOOD TRAIT X▐|| BAD TRAIT X▐|| GOOD TRAIT X ▐|| BAD TRAIT
The Pirate is supposed to be the most loyal of the lost ones that wish to leave Neverland, the second in command, the one with the most cause after Hook. But the thing is, the Pirate has no wish to be second best and they in no way think that Hook is fit to lead the other pirates. But they're willing to pretend to play nice for now till the right time, when they see the opportunity to take the Hook's place.

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[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

|| never is an awfully long time ||
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XXXXXthe şhipwrecked ♕X


♕ █▐▐ ►» the SEARCHER → FULL NAME
XXXXX AGE 16-21|| FEMALE || SEXUALITY
▐|| GOOD TRAIT X▐|| BAD TRAIT X▐|| GOOD TRAIT X ▐|| BAD TRAIT
The Searcher has always had an interest in finding Neverland. It didn't matter what anybody said, they knew that the island was out there and they were going to find it if it was the last thing they did. But the Searchers motives are not so innocent as wishing to see the magic. They're keeping secret the real reason for their desperate desire for finding Neverland, a secret that is tied very closely to their own life.


♕ █▐▐ ►» the SKEPTIC → FULL NAME
XXXXX AGE 16-21 || FEMALE || SEXUALITY
▐|| GOOD TRAIT X▐|| BAD TRAIT X▐|| GOOD TRAIT X ▐|| BAD TRAIT
Sibling to the Searcher, they've heard stories of Neverland all their life. Not that they ever believed them; they need more than the word of a few lost kids to make them believe that there is some mistake island that has yet to be discovered. They really just joined the expedition to show the Searcher once and for all that Never land is not real. Never did the expect to actually wind up on the island. But now that they've found the island, they want off. Because there is something waiting at home that they desperately have to get to.


♕ █▐▐ ►» the LOST ONE → FULL NAME
XXXXX AGE 15-21 || MALE || SEXUALITY
▐|| GOOD TRAIT X▐|| BAD TRAIT X▐|| GOOD TRAIT X ▐|| BAD TRAIT
When they were younger, the Lost One had been to Neverland. They had lived on the island as one of the Peter's lost boys for many years until the impulsive wish to grow up brought them back to reality. But while they had barely changed on the island, the world had moved on without them and had become a foreign place indeed. Despite the oath that Peter made all his lost boys swear, the oath to never speak of Neverland, never search for it once they left, the Lost One slipped up. Just a little. But once you've made one slip, what is two? Besides, they wanted to go back to Neverland. They have some unfinished business there.


♕ █▐▐ ►» the ROYAL → FULL NAME
XXXXX AGE 18-20 || MALE || SEXUALITY
▐|| GOOD TRAIT X▐|| BAD TRAIT X▐|| GOOD TRAIT X ▐|| BAD TRAIT
The Royal didn't join the expedition for the thrill of it or the desire to see Neverland. For them, this is business. The King was the one funding this and he has a vested interest in immortality. So he entrusted the task of finding that particular secret to their relative, the Royal. But even if the Royal did manage to find it, how are they to get that knowledge home?

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[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

ɦσмє is вєɦιη∂, the world ąɦєą∂
And there are мąηү ρąτɦєş to τrєą∂
τɦяσuԍɦ şɦą∂σω to є∂ԍє of night
uητιℓ the şτąяş are ąℓℓ ąℓιԍɦτ

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Hades hated pomp and circumstance. It was a lot gesturing and fluff, appearances for appearances sake. Unfortunately, his youngest brother was the exact opposite, a proud, vain creature. Combine that with the fact that he was Lord of the Heavens, King of the Gods, and it made for lot boring, tedious circumstances. There was a reason he avoided many of the so called meetings of the gods.

However, circumstances like this couldn't be helped (even he had to make an appearance at some point) and so he attempted not to roll his eyes as Zeus made a show of summoning a storm as the three brothers appeared before the villagers. The villagers, of course, looked properly cowed, gazing up at the three of them with something between awe and fear.

All, except for the girl, the bride, the reason they had come.

She was not hiding or averting her eyes (at least as far as he could tell, with the hood hiding her features. Even as Zeus approached her, his voice booming unnecessarily, she didn't flinch away. This girl had a spine of steel. Whosever bride she was going to be (probably Zeus', judging by the way his gaze slide across the curves outlined by her garment) was bound to have trouble with her. He wondered if that confidence of hers would carry to the bedroom, if she would manage to remain un-cowed once she realized the god would be taken her virginity. He decided not to continue the line of thought since he didn't want to think about his brother's conquests and what happened in his bed.

Defiant she might have been, but he was as surprised as Zeus and Poseidon when she openly declared that she would not be marrying any of them. Zeus looked so pissed that it was a miracle that he hadn't fried the girl, speared her with a thunderbolt, where he stood. Even Poseidon, normally more jovial and laidback, had enough pride to look offended.

Hades, however, looked at her with interest that had not been previously present. Mortals just did not defy the gods, especially in front of a crowd. At least, they didn't live to tell about it; that sort of thing just wasn't tolerated with most gods. Though, most gods didn't spend much time around mortals. He saw them everyday, granted they were dead. He was more impressed by her boldness than offended, especially that she followed through with it rather than backing down.

Zeus was decidedly not impressed. He turned to Poseidon and the two engaged in a hushed conversation for a moment. The fact that they didn't include him in their conversation did not bother him; he usually didn't have any opinions on the matter and didn't often care to weigh in on the discussion on how to punish the humans. He simply gazed curiously at the girl for a few minutes, his betraying nothing but quiet solemnity, as his younger brothers discussed how best to punish her.

Why they decided he was best to carry out the punishment was beyond him. Logically, he knew he was the Lord of Death, God of the Underworld and that was a scary enough prospect among mortals as it was. But he couldn't see why they didn't just take custody of her themselves. Perhaps they thought it harder for her to escape the underworld. Or maybe they just didn't want her offensive mortality ruining their paradise. Either way, she was his responsibility now, in charge of killing off the rest of her family should she misbehave, and not going to be an easy one judging by the way she glared at Zeus, cradling her deceased brothers body, as he threatened the rest of her family.

Annoying.

His brothers left immediately with as much show as they had entered, no doubt satisfied that she was properly punished, leaving Hades with the girl. He stepped silently toward her and, with a whisk of his dark cloaked, transported them to his throne room in the Underworld.

Mortals thought Hell to be a dark, ugly, cruel place. And, in a sense, they were partially right; there were certainly sections of his domain that fit that description. His palace was not one of them. Where Olympus was bright, colorful, and splendid, Hade's palace was quiet in it's beauty, muted in coloring, and demur in it's elegance. White marbles, grey and black silks, silver, diamonds, and onyx decorated every square inch of the room, leaving no one to question that this was a gods domain.

A spirit brought him a glass of dark wine as he sank into his throne. The Fates hovered in the shadows impatiently, no doubt wishing to speak with him about shortened life lines. With a discreet wave of his hand, he shooed them away for later before leveling his gaze upon his new servant.

"It figures that brother would make somebody else clean up his mess." he said, vague annoyance coloring his voice. "I don't really have much need for any more servants..." he continued to muse aloud. He knew of some gods that made use of the thousands of servants at their command (Aphrodite was known to have one servant whose only job was to refill her wine glass), but he had always made due with less; he disliked all the fussing. "...and you certainly are not willing to be a bride." Even if she had changed her mind, he doubted Zeus would have allowed it. The idea would be offensive, to take a bride that had so insulted his pride.

The air was silent for a long moment as he let her contemplate her situation, quietly sipping his wine. "So the question is, what to do with you? What do you think?"


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мιşτ and şɦą∂σω, ςℓσu∂ and şɦą∂є
ąℓℓ shall ƒą∂є, ąℓℓ shall ƒą∂є

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

They say ωє are ωɦąτ we ąяє,
вuτ we don't ɦąvє to be,
I'm вą∂ вєɦąvισя but I do it in the вєşτ way,
I try to picture мє without үσu but I ςąη'τ

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Ren hated cars. Not the convenience of them, because god knows technology was great, but he hated sitting in one for long periods of time. The road was never consistent and hard to judge so he always felt tense, waiting for the next bump or dip into the road. Without any eyes to see, sitting in the car was boring, not to mention he couldn't anticipate the turns so he was constantly hitting the door. No wind made the air in the compartment stale, something even cracking the window didn't quite fix. The whole ordeal, not to mention the reason for is being in the car in the first place, had made him irritable, not his usual cheerful self. The only good thing going on was the mechanics of the car itself. The sound of the engine purr was pleasant on his practiced senses.

He knew he had arrived at his destination when he felt car jar to a halt and the engine die silent. He had the conflicting feelings of being glad to finally get out of the car and annoyed that they had arrived. Nonetheless, he was reaching for the door, fumbling as he tried to remember its exact position. He felt for the handle and opened the door to step onto the estate, his new home for the next year or so.

The Rooster had moved several times in his life and found every one tedious, having never been excited about a single one. When you're blind, a new place means having to relearn the world around you; the whole house was one big blank and he was going have to spend the next week going slow and feeling for walls and furniture so that wouldn't hurt himself and so that he could memorize their position. It was already a difficult task and combined with the fact that there were going to be thirteen other people, people who would move things around and leave them in new places for him to re-memorize the task was daunting.

The burst of cool air caused Uzu-chan to shift in her hiding place beneath his jacket, either attempting to poke her head out to see what was going on or to snuggle closer to his warmth. "Hey now, stop that. Go back to sleep." he murmured to her, placing a hand on his belly where she was currently curled. She quieted and shifted till she was comfortable again. Ren wasn't sure if he was allowed to bring his pet ferret or not but he didn't really care. The Elders wanted him and all his stuff here, the ferret came with.

He could hear a servant moving his things into what would be his room, the furthest down the hall on the boys side (which would make it infinitely easier to find later), and he followed them slowly in the direction of the house, dragging his feet lightly on the ground to feel for possible steps, curbs, or other objects to trip him.

He found the front door and ducked inside to escape the smell of noxious scent of tobacco (someone was apparently smoking outside and his nose was not happy) and was assailed instead by a new, much more pleasant scent. Food. There was also the sound of people, conversation, and hustle and bustle. He skipped the hustle and bustle, which sounded like it might have Michiko based on the very faint sound of cat paws (unless someone else had decided to bring a pet along), and wait straight toward the source of the smell. Early mornings did not agree with him and he hadn't had any breakfast this morning, which may or may not have contributed to his earlier irritability. Food sounded fantastic.

Fingers skating the walls, he followed it towards what was obviously the kitchen. Vague, ambient static became distinct sounds: a fridge opening, a whisk in a bowl, footsteps, and more people. One was recognizable as the Sohma Dragon, Junichi, while the other was female, based on the laugh (either that or the dude a had a really feminine voice), and not one he recognized. A Sota.

Ah well, made no difference to him. He was hungry.

"Knock, knock!" he called, rapping on the edge of the door frame as he entered. "What's up, Jun-nii? I smell food, who's cooking and can I have some?." he said, carefully turning his head toward where each person was making their respective noises, giving the illusion that he was actually looking at them. He paused, considering another thought, before adding a final note. "Unless it's gross, then I'll forage."


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Sometimes the σηℓү pay off for having any ƒąιτɦ,
Is when it's τєşτє∂ ąԍąιη and ąԍąιη everyday

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

And I will scream from the top of my lungs
I'm living to fulfill my hopes
Can you hear me?
I'm not longer taking the safer way out of anything

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words words words


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A blank page, now I'm writing out my own fate
I've grown tired of running away from a thing called reality

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

ιη the мι∂∂ℓє of τɦιş
ηєvєя єη∂ιηԍ road
I ∂ση'τ know єxąςτℓү ωɦєяє it is
That ωє'яє şuρρσşє∂ to ԍσ

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The storm the night before had left Neverland with better weather than normal. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky, the sea was crystal clear, and the wind was bringing in the most pleasant of breezes. Pierce was enjoying that weather that morning, situating herself high in the branches of a tree that overlooked Mermaid Lagoon. The particular branch she was on was too high to climb, which was a few of her Lost Boys were playing on the easier branches bellow her, their laughs mixing into the tune she played on her flute.

She grinned as she played, watching the commotion going on bellow her. The Boys were in the middle of a game of Tag and had decided that they could only move as fast as she played. This, of course meant, that she made the music go all over the place, going as slow as a funeral ballad to a tempo that had some kids struggling to keep up.

A tinkling bell sounded in her ear and forced to stop playing to yelp as fairy decided to grab a lock of her and pull, hard. The Lost Boys bellow her froze as the music stop and their giggles became outright peals of laughter as some were forced to freeze mid jump and, consequently, fell onto some of the lower branches, while others were stuck maintaining a difficult to balance pose.

She swatted around her head to force the fairy to let go. This particular one had been following her around for the better part of a week and she got the impression that the little thing thought itself her own personal fairy. "Tink!" she cried. She didn't know its name, but decided in that moment that Tink was it's nickname. "Let go! Ow!" she stopped swatting to grab hold of her ear, which Tink had kicked in retaliation. The Lost Boys bellow had begun to notice and giggled at the antics.

"That's it, come here!" In a sharp, quick movement, she snatched the little fairy out of the air, trapping it the cage of her hands. She whooped her success and the Boys bellow her cheered (catching fairy's was not exactly easy). "That'll teach you!" The fairy was banging on her fingers with tiny fists and made noises (if they had a language, it was too high pitched for anybody to understand; she thought it sounded like bells) that sounded annoyed and frantic. Curious, she opened her fingers so that she could see Tink standing on her palm. "Ok, what is it."

For something so small, the fairy managed to give itself a lot of airs. It managed to look decidedly put out even as they were pointing in the direction of the beach. She leapt to her feet, the fair finding a new perch in her mess of hair, and looked out that a ways. "Oi, Slightly! What's out on the beach?" The Lost Boy known as Slightly had penchant for collecting spyglasses and had built up quite the collection. Pierce had never known him not to carry at least three on him.

"People, Peter!" Pierced dropped down on to the branch he was currently on, pickpocketed one of his spyglasses (he looked a little annoyed at that), and took a look herself.

"Scoundrels?" China sounded a little too hopeful at the idea. She wasn't actually Chinese, but her appearance and age always reminded Pierce of a china doll. If china dolls were habitually smeared in dirt and carried two swords around with them all the time.

The Boys were looking at her expectantly now, waiting for the order from their leader. She closed the spyglass and tossed it back to Slightly who fumbled with the catch. "Well now, I guess that means we ought to take a look now, huh lads?" Like a trigger, the set off a round of battle cries among the Lost Boys who immediately all set off towards the beach.

Not one to be left behind or outdone, Pierce released her own whoop as she dashed amongst the trees, long familiarity making her faster than the others. She could fly, that particularly secret of hers was spilled when she had to catch herself when she fell out of a branch while dozing, but it was something she didn't like to show off (because they always asked to know how she did it). Besides, what fun was cheating in a race?

The lagoon was not all the far off from Neverland's main beach and the Boys made quick work of getting there. Pierce, of course, beat them all too it and made motions that they ought to stay hidden in the trees. Nobody disobeyed her so of course they huddled around her, camouflaged in the brush as she peered between the leaves. "They're out cold. Storm must have brought 'em in." she muttered aloud to herself. "It is quite scoundrel-ish to attack people when they're asleep." she declared (China was nodding enthusiastically). A wicked grin graced her face as an idea occurred to her. "Whoever can get closest without them noticing wins." Faint rustles in the jungle growth sounded as Lost Boys of various ages and sizes moved about so that they might win the challenge.

Pierce didn't however. She was quite pleased with her current perch and was content, at the moment, to see who these newcomers were.


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They'll ηєvєя bring me ∂σωη
'ςąuşє it is where we're мєąητ to go
I ƒєєℓ it in my şσuℓ

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

ɦσмє is вєɦιη∂, the world ąɦєą∂
And there are мąηү ρąτɦєş to τrєą∂
τɦяσuԍɦ şɦą∂σω to є∂ԍє of night
uητιℓ the şτąяş are ąℓℓ ąℓιԍɦτ

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It was never a good idea to hunt by yourself. In fact, Oliver was pretty sure there was a rule somewhere about it, maybe even in the Codex. The world was not a kind and safe place, particularly for a Shadowhunter, and taking it on by yourself was usually a sure way to get yourself killed. Demons didn't know mercy or how to go easy and thus didn't care if your were alone or not. But it couldn't be helped this time; his parabatai had gone and accidentally gotten vampire blood in her system and was thus out for the night, confined to a room to drink holy water till she was back to normal again. If it was anybody else, he would have cancelled his scheduled hunting, but Teran had threatened to kick his a** (there was a number of other violent, graphic threats as well, but kicking his a** was putting it nicely) should he come back to the institute before the job was done. And Teran was rarely in the habit of making threats that she didn't intend to follow through with.

If the people who had written the rules had met Teran, they would have understood.

He wasn't overly concerned about her health; they had gotten her treated in time so she wasn't in danger of turning into a Downworlder. She would be in for a rough, painful night, but she would be right as rain the next morning. In fact, he was pretty sure if he told her he was worried, she would slap him upside the head and tell him to focus on the mission.

The mission in which he found himself inside one of New York City's many clubs. It was small, but it was a Friday night so of course it was packed, the bodies of sweaty people pressed in close to one another as they danced, the smell of alcohol, sex, and (probably) several illegal drugs in the air, and the music blasting at the loudest setting the speakers would allow. On a normal night, he probably would have drawn attention and had several girls, and possibly some guys, trying to dance and buy him a drink (he was terribly good looking). Today, however, he was hunting, Marked, and glamoured, a true shadow. The humans simply looked mildly confused (if they even noticed) when he bumped into them as he passed by, making his way purposefully through the crowd. His target was disguised but, luckily, stupid. She flashed him a smile that was supposed to look enticing and crooked her finger at him, beckoning him to a dark, private corner. She clearly didn't notice that nobody else saw him. If she had been human, he might have been flattered and at least think about pursing her. She wasn't human, but he put on the act of looking interested in order to get close.

Besides, nice dark corners were a lot less crowded which made it so much easier to do what he was planning.

He followed her to her preferred private corner, pretending to be properly allured and checking her out. "I thought you and I could have a nice chat. Care to play with me?" she purred. Externally, he grinned. Internally, he was shaking his head and thinking how entirely unsubtle she was. If it was a real girl it would be complete turn off...though he might have still had fun with her anyway (hey, he wasn't really all that picky). He move close to her and she greedily reached for his leather jacket, grabbing the zipper at the top of the tall, stiff collar. In swift movement, she unzipped the entire thing, leaving the truth exposed. Her eyes locked on a Mark that was on his neck, now exposed without the leather jacket to hide it. "Nephilim." she spat in a voice that was entirely inhuman.

Oliver grinned honestly now. "Surprise" In sharp motion, he was slamming a foot into the girls chest and drawing a seraph blade in the same motion. She was stumbling back to regain her footing as he stepped forward again to shove the blade between her breasts. It took a second for her to die, enough time to look down at the shining blade in the middle of her chest. "If you had a next time, I might have recommended that you pay attention; humans aren't normally armed in clubs, not without getting attention. But you have no next time." he murmured to her as she disappeared as if she was never there.

He sheathed the blade and reached for the cellphone in his pocket. He dialed the Institute and the call was answered on the first ring. "Teran's doing fine. How about you?" asked Dominic, one of his older brothers. In the background he could hear Teran shouting. "Tell that a*****e if he comes back here before the job is down that I'm going to rip him three new ones!!"

As much fun as that sounded, he was going to have to pass. "Job's done for tonight, I'm coming home." He was about to throw in a crack, maybe something along the lines of giving 'his darling a Teran a kiss for him, if he wasn't too worried about her biting his lips off', when he heard the noise of somebody else, somebody who should not have been there. It was probably just another couple trying to get some privacy, but he swung around to check anyway. "You know what, let me call you back."


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мιşτ and şɦą∂σω, ςℓσu∂ and şɦą∂є
ąℓℓ shall ƒą∂є, ąℓℓ shall ƒą∂є

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

They say ωє are ωɦąτ we ąяє,
вuτ we don't ɦąvє to be,
I'm вą∂ вєɦąvισя but I do it in the вєşτ way,
I try to picture мє without үσu but I ςąη'τ

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Ren woke that morning to something tickling his face. After moment of bleary confusion, he realized that the sensation brushing his face was tiny whiskers and there was the faint nose of quiet little sniffs. He reached up with one hand to feel and confirm what it was "Hey now, stop that. Go back to sleep." he murmured, pushing little Uzu-chan away from his face in order to get a few more minutes of sleep. She must have escaped in the middle of the night, as she occasionally did; like most ferrets, she curious and clever like that.

It was no dice today though; moments later, Uzu-chan had returned and he again felt her curious little nose prodding his closed eyes and tiny paws pressed into his cheek. "Fine, ok, you win. I'm up!" he moaned, cracking open sightless eyes and sitting up. He could feel his Uzu-chan roll down his chest and onto his lap. She clearly wasn't upset though; she was bouncing on the blanket, having a grand time. He felt around the desk till he found one her toys, a soft ball with a bell inside and rolled it onto the covers as he stood. As he dressed, he listened to Uzu-chan play as he got dressed. He was never quite sure if what he was wearing matched. He rarely bought clothes and always did so with somebody else, so that they could tell him what color or pattern it was. Whether they actually told him the truth or not was always questionable, but it was better than trying to guess. After that it was simply a matter of memorizing the feel of his clothing and looking for it later. If he was right, he had dark jeans and dark green t-shirt with thick, grey hoodie today.

Dressed for the day, he reached for Uzu-chan, who was beginning to slow down and sounded tirade. He stuck her into his hoodie and he could feel her curl closer to his warmth and settle; it was her favorite place to sleep.

The faint thud of something hitting a building (somebodies window?) sounded and he strolled over and opened his own window to open and better hear. The sound of laughter and chatter mixed with the cold breeze and scent of snow. He wrinkled his nose and felt Uzu-chan press restlessly closer; neither of them was a fan of the cold. Ice was just another one of his fun challenges in life and snow was a wet, not soft cushion. Ren listened long enough to make out the voices of the Rabbit, the Horse, and the Cat before he shut the window. He was not joining them out there; too much cold and snow for that. Plus, it was really hard to have a snowball fight when you couldn't see your target.

Having long since memorized the layout of his house and the Sohma estate, he strolled down the hall of his home to his kitchen and dining room. He could smell breakfast and hear his housekeeper putting the finishing touches on his meal. "Breakfast better be excellent and large today. I'm hungry!" he declared as he came into the room and took his seat at the kotatsu. The screen to outside, looking out over a courtyard the connected several houses, must have been open; he could feel a cool breeze coming from that direction, making the warmth of the kotatsu that much more enjoyable. "It's too cold to leave the door open!"

His housekeeper, who was rarely bothered or annoyed (which must have been the reason she had been able to put up with him for so long), merely chuckled as she set breakfast down in front of him. "But it's such a nice day out. And the view is beautiful." she sighed.

He grinned a little as he felt for the chopsticks. "Oh yes, I agree, it's positively lovely." She clearly understood that he was using sarcasm even if she didn't respond to it. He could hear her clucking her tongue in disapproval as she drapped a blanket over his shoulders.

"You take care of yourself today, Mr. Ren." she said as left the kitchen and, presumably, the house for the rest of the morning. He knew she'd be back later for to clean his house and make his evening meal. It was he hired her for in the first place; he had weakness for home cooked meals and wasn't much for doing housework.

As if she had read his mind, this mornings breakfast was warm, delicious and large. He sighed his content as he ate and listened to peoples going-ons outside, the sounds of life and people moving muffled by the snow.


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Sometimes the σηℓү pay off for having any ƒąιτɦ,
Is when it's τєşτє∂ ąԍąιη and ąԍąιη everyday