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 Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2016 10:30 am
It was not Tuesday.
In fact it was well past Tuesday, and Beringia was severely regretting his choices of the past week. Letting Olga in injured had been a no brainer, but the damage that was done to her and the story she told was something the russian could not ignore.
Someone was out there, who had left her alive and wanted to send a message. To her friends? To her? To anyone. That person, Beringia bitterly thought, was not meant to be here. He was meant for the deepest prison cells.
In the deepest pits of hell.
So here the Polaris page was, out looking for such a man with the intent to fully subdue him and take him into where justice served a piping cold slap. Maybe his wonder.
Or to princess Polaris. Guine A RP FOR YOU! I left it open so you could do your thing but Beringia is AROUNDDDDDD
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2016 11:30 am
Charlotte Durand very much enjoyed being an art student; however, she did not enjoy staying up until all hours of the night in order to finish a project, only to have to walk home by herself. In the dark. Across campus. Down dark alleys.
Part of it was her own fault for loosing track of time and getting caught up in what she was working on. Actually, all of it was her fault. She could potentially blame the fact that there were very few windows in the art building for her to gauge the time of day, but in the end, she was the one who ignored the grumbling of her stomach for food to the point where it was now very late.
And to top things off, she had the sinking suspicion that someone was watching her.
"H-hello?" she squeaked as she turned to look over her shoulder, probably too quiet for anyone to hear. She didn't really want anyone to hear, but just in case someone really was following her, maybe they would hear.
"If you're looking for money, I only have my campus card!" she ventured a guess, her hands gripping nervously to the straps of her worn, light pink backpack she had over both shoulders. She was bundled up for the cold, her long, silvery blonde hair tucked up into her teal green hat, a giant poof adorning the top, and the braided strings hanging over her shoulders. She wore gloves, a poofy black winter jacket over her tee shirt, and jeans.
Trying to come up with an alternative for the potential stalker or ghost that was following her, she reached down to dig into one of her pockets, and held out a half eaten granola bar to the hopefully empty alley.
"O-or if you're hungry, I have this?" she offered, nervously biting her lip as she waited for a response. She realized she might just be talking to herself, but she'd also heard plenty of rumors of monsters that liked to go out at night and attack people, which wasn't cool, and a little unbelievable, but apparently it was a thing.
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 4:32 pm
Beringia felt the pulsing wave of chaos almost as strongly as he felt the call of justice. Dramatically speaking, he felt something slithering over his skin, like one would feel when they were in the grass and a snake happened to slide over them. It didn't happen often but he had exprienced the same thing in the thicket of woods in a land far away. The snake had been harmless. This Aura, was not. He followed the trail of power until they were drawn into a dark alley, like all the pieces had been put into place.
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Pyrophanite was so hungry. Food didn't sustain him as it once had when he had been just a normal human being. Instead, he craved the power and souls of people, and the deep cold satisfaction eating a starseed cause him. It was like eating dessert before dinner, and he loved dessert before dinner. The girl was way out of her range, and she had been right in that he had been following her. Quietly, and in the shadows. She was , he persumed since he couldn't see cute, but it wasn't her looks that called to him. It was the small seed she didn't even know she had that did. The offered granola bar got a chuckle out of him, and he drew himself away from the shadows, his face covered by a thick mask. "I'm very hungry." He repeated to her, coming closer. "If you are offering...I would be very glad to take something from you." He was just close enough to reach out and grab her. Maybe scare her a little. It just added to the little thrill of the chase. He liked a good chase now.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2016 5:38 am
Okay, so being right about Creepy McCreepers creeping after her was definitely not cool. Just the sound of his voice made a shiver run down her spine. It sounded almost… serpentine. Charlie took a couple steps back as he approached her, her expression changing from attempting to be welcoming, to an awkward grimace.
“Woah, buddy. That’s all I’ve got,” she cringed, taking another step back as he got too close. Before she could think better of it, she lifted a hand to cover her nose and mouth. Something about him really smelled, but she wasn’t sure what it was.
“I’m pretty sure the homeless shelter offers deodorant and full meals,” she suggested, her voice muffled through her own glove. “And a shower. No offense,” she quickly added.
Her foot caught on a loose piece of the pavement, and she stumbled backwards, falling hard on her butt. She let out a noise that was somewhere between a scream and a gasp, and then groaned in pain. The granola bar had been crushed under her hand as she hit the ground.
“Aww,” she whined in distress upon lifting her hand with the bits of granola stuck to her glove. “Gross…” she knew she should have been more concerned about Creepers in front of her, but she’d just washed her gloves.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 3:20 pm
Serpentine would be pretty close, as the man was newly forged with a snake youma. He inherited the eyes and scales, but thankfully not the forked tongue. That would've either been a hit or a miss with the ladies and he was already betting on the latter of the two.
"That's pretty damn offensive, for a kid." He laughed as she fell and ran a hand through his curly locks. "Whoops, here, Didn't mean to scare you, come on and give me your hand, I'll help you up..." And he'd get a better grab into her heart area, for the lovely starseed she held within.
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Beringia didn't have to wait long for the negaverse agent to reveal himself, and his uniform...it sort of matched the description that Olga had given him. The polaris knight moved quickly and spanning over the ground to take the agent's hand before it could touch the civilian it was offered too.
"Young voman." He said lowly, "You must run."
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 5:55 am
Charlie watched skeptically as the hand reached out to her to help her. There was something telling her that this was a really, really bad idea. This guy had 'creep' written all over him, and the sound of his voice was almost inhuman. Or maybe she was just imagining it.
Before she could even react, a tall, dark haired, and handsome man stepped in front of her and grabbed the hand that was meant for her. Not only that, but he totally had a sexy Russian accent which helped her ignore the fact that he was probably a theatre kid who just got out of a dress rehearsal. It took a moment longer for her to realize he was speaking to her, telling her to run.
Her eyes widened. "Is this one of those 'how would you react' shows? Am I being recorded??" she hissed out a loud whisper, cupping one hand over the side of her mouth so that she hopefully still looked shocked and wasn't ruining the shot. In her defense, it wasn't every day that a Russian ballet dancer saved her from creepy dudes in dark alleys.
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