death of me - New Twilight RPG [lb] « Result #1 on Dec 26, 2008, 8:34pm »
Forks, Washington has always been a place where things have been simple. Recently with the influx of vampires, people have failed to notice those that have gone missing. The werewolves can't hurt the Cullen clan, they've not broken their contract, they've not hurt a soul. But it's open season on vampires. With everyone in a whirl-wind of vampiric chaos and death tolls in Forks rising, the Volturi still haven't shown their faces to stop the madness.
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Following a trio in Italy, the Volturi are winded and tired. Their bodies go forever, but their minds, caused by blackness in their tracking and the inability to see the ones being tracked they're growing weary, ready to return home. That is when a sense comes. the smell of a creature closer. He's bleeding, wounded. He's what they're hunting. The fourth to the group, making it a trio that's on the loose, rather than four. His words lead them all to Forks, where the Volturi come armed, ready to kill.
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They carry no scent. They are close. Two males, a single female, each varying in size, each meek and unwilling to become part of a group. What are they? What could be dangerous enough to distract the Volturi when they were clearly challenged by such scary numbers that have climbed in Forks?
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This RPG is set during the time of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight novel. But it's in your hands now if you, the player, will simply play out her series plot or deviate from it. Only you can tell ... or can you?
A Twilight RPG Rated 18+ (UK), R (US) Brand New || Canons Needed
BUTTERFLIES AND HURRICANES! « Result #2 on Dec 24, 2008, 9:54am »
[align=center] ----------------------------------------------------------------- ELEMENTARY, MY DEAR WATSON: THE MARAUDERS AND THEIR CONTEMPORARIES GET SENT BACK TO 1947, RIDDLE ERA, BY ACCIDENT, AND ARE NOW STUCK THERE. GO WITH IT! IT’S FUN! -----------------------------------------------------------------
“You’re absolutely, infallibly convinced that this will create Imperi?” Tom Riddle hedged his bets, and this latest experiment had incredibly dubious odds. He glanced imperiously across the empty field. “Will the lack of corpses not pose a slight logistical problem?” Secretly, he had something resembling hope, but midnight’s shadowed mask kept that hidden nicely from his face. In any case, he was already cloaked in black from head to toe, as were the select few followers he’d gathered to witness this landmark event. A sea; one moving body with its head nicely detached from the rest. Tom faced the Knights of Walpurgis, scrutinising their eagerness and envy, but they were not his concern. The man in white was. Nott. Tom was well aware of it, too. Nott hadn’t been quite in in their Hogwarts days, and this trick, apparently, was his way of rectifying it. If his spell worked, he would join Tom’s followers as the most prominent, most honoured, just like he told all the others they were. If it failed, they would have a real corpse to try it out on. Win-win, no? Confidence was something that the Dark Lord carried well, and so, he gazed at last, crushingly, at the petitioner before him. Watched. Saw the man’s eyes flicker away, hide where he couldn’t see them from the several metre’s distance. Fear; so delicious. At last, Nott managed to speak, choking out assurances. His one chance. He’d grasp it for what it was worth. “Positive, my Lord. It’s been in the family for generations. We’ve kept it secret through our entire six centuries of purity. I can assure you that no-one has revealed it before… no-one else has been worthy… but it works. It -- it--” he tried to stammer out more endorsement, but a single, elegant raising of his master’s hand stopped him. “Yes, thank you, Nott. That’s quite enough grovelling for one day,” Tom sneered. He ignored the nervous half-laughs that came in rising, resultant gurgles from the twenty or so lurking behind Nott. People. So petty and irritating. Corpses suited his inclinations much more nicely, although that was a sentiment that could be very easily taken in the wrong way. Tom took one last step back, making him nicely away from the great unwashed. Imbecilic, idiotic -- any ‘i’ word, really, except ‘intelligent‘. He let silence reign, knowing that no-one would dare to break it before he did. Nott, in particular, squirmed like a slug under his shoe. Good. Tom eventually decided that the fool would need a prompt. “Do you expect me to cast it myself when I lack the incantation? Show us your amusing little trick, or I’ll show you the killing curse.” Crunching together, not daring to whisper, the Knights of Walpurgis shivered yet stood proud. Collective. That was the word. Nott gathered his courage. “N-not yet, master. It must be at midnight. In the, the, the minute between 11:59 and 12:01. It won’t work any other time. And… it summons the dead from exactly forty years ago. Mignight, December 6th, 1907. They will r-r-rise from the soil and walk.” Tom wringed his hands, deciding that he would have to sort out Nott’s verbosity complex. “That’s lovely, truly, but I’m more interested in their ability to kill.” Nott nodded fervently. “That too, Master. Anything.” A pause, tweaking, stretching, Then: “I hear that church bell striking midnight now,” said Tom. “What are you waiting for?”
“At exactly midnight, December 6th, 1977, I, Bartemius Crouch, head of the Department of International Magical Co-Operation, will declare this Quidditch pitch to be up, running and succeeding in its mission of promoting the goodwill between ourselves and our wizarding brothers through the medium of sport.” “f**k’s sake,” said Sirius Black none-too-subtly to the scruffy-haired man beside him, “Can’t he just say, ‘right, open sesame’?” A sharp poke in the ribs was Sirius’s answer, though it came not from his friend but rather the redhead who had been linking arms with him. “It’s a milestone!” she hissed, bothering, unlike Black, to keep her voice down. “Let him have his fun. This day will go down in history, and he’ll want his speech to be there too.” Sirius rolled his eyes. Well, obviously. “Therefore, he’s a wanker and he should get on with it. What’s with this ‘midnight’ shit?” The crowd were starting to ruffle and turn their heads in a vain attempt at shaming the dissenter into talking more quietly. Everyone who was anyone had gathered, along with a fair number of people who were nothing at all. War was rising, and this was the Ministry’s answer to it. Turn the other cheek while pretending not to even more. Everything was just super, and if a giant, shiny new Quidditch stadium in what was once a field wouldn’t prove it, then what would? Yeah, sweet f**k-all. Britain’s first attempt at a stationary stadium. It hadn’t seemed safe before -- they’d had to keep moving them for every match. Muggles were smart. Now, they weren’t. It just wasn’t convenient for them to be. They wouldn’t notice this monstrosity, not with the right charms. Besides, it spread joy, excitement. Furthermore, it was a kick in the balls to You-Know-Who that they were arsed to build such things. The gathering was a mixed one, Malfoys and Weasleys standing mere metres apart, but the boundaries were clear. This was no Order of the Phoenix party. It wasn’t a Ministry mixer. What was it, then? Crouch had gone through about six pages of his speech, and he hadn’t quite summed it up yet. No-one else had any hope. The buzz was building, though. Even Sirius clamped his mouth shut in anticipation, while couples clinged and singles huddled in an attempt to be part of it. This was it. The answer. Quidditch, sport of kings. Vanquish the enemy. Who the enemy was seemed irrelevant in that moment. And gradually, like a bud flourishing into petaldom, it began. A count-down to exactly twelve o’clock, December 6th, 1977. “Ten, nine, eight!” came the dispersed mutters; and slowly, they joined and expanded. The “Seven! Six! Five!” came more confidently, people shouting freely from the knowledge that no-one would hear their voice above the others. “Five, four, three!” It resounded, and even Crouch joined now, his magically magnified tones raising it all to a wonder. They sweated and shouted and waited. And it sailed along, bounced. Imaginary fireworks, sparks flying, tears wrenching forth. “THREE! TWO! ONE!”
They closed their eyes, and when they opened them at zero, the sight was enough to make them clamp them shut again.
Nott’s spell had gone wrong, drastically so. Instead of raising the dead of 1907 from the grass, he’d raised the living from 1977. Not all of them, just the 300 or so who’d converged at that very spot in that very frame. A flash of green light would take care of Nott and his stupidity, but Lord Voldemort was faced with a larger and more daunting problem, namely what the hell to do with this pack of strangely-clothed people and how to hide them from the Ministry. He thought quickly, and decided that playing innocent was key. No-one suspected him -- yet. He’d keep it that way. With an all-encumbering glance that told the Knights of Walpurgis to play along, Tom feigned confusion, questioning what they were doing there. People were too addled to notice his strange composure and his air of responsibility. And that’s how it’s remained. Wizarding Britain is now housing a sea of odd people telling all sorts of ridiculous things about the future, and, supposedly, no-one knows anything about how they came there or how to get them back. Tom wants them to stay, you see. He’s curious about the future -- about how his later followers will be called Death Eaters, about how he’ll be on the brink of world domination in forty years. There’s an end to every story, but he’s positive that the ending to this one will be good. If they stay, that is. They have to be examined. And, for now, they live. Survive. Some can stay with bemused parents or grandparents, and some have to find their own dwelling places. They scrounge for things to do and explanations, and they struggle to come to terms with a world that has less technology and more fear. There’s no war, yet. Why, then, does it feel like one’s coming? Because one is. It’s carried on the wind. It might get you, it might not. For now, it’s circulating with the BUTTERFLIES AND HURRICANES. [/align]
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Re: Slay Wheel~Open~ « Result #3 on Jul 13, 2008, 7:52pm »
Xander smiled at Buffy’s quip, that was what made hanging out with her so fun, the two of them could take this act on the road and make a mint if she didn’t have to kill dead things, that whole killing the already killed thing really did make a career in the comedy circuit kind of a no-no. “I’m probably more the White Rabbit, what with the lateness and all, but I’ll take hatter duty” Xander said before pulling a stupid face.
He was so happy he’d literally bumped into Buffy on her first day, sure he had that mecha crush which really had been the starter of their friendship but once he’d tamed that devil he’d really enjoyed the just friendness. He still occasionally wondered what would of happened if they’d of gone to that dance he’d asked her too all those years ago, but he knew he probably would have screwed it up back then and lost her as a friend so he was really happy she’d let him down gently.
Xander laughed as Buffy taunted him with the puffy cotton candy, a laugh that got a little louder when she accidentally hit him with it. He wiped the tiny bot of cotton candy from his nose “Is this a new technique that G-man taught you? Killing your enemies with high sugar levels? I must admit I enjoy being the test subject but I’d dtick to punching and kicking” he said. The smell of the cotton candy on his nose put him in the mood for some himself, so he walked over and bought some before heading back to Buffy and biting into his “Speaking of punching and kicking, how goes the slayage? Start with ferris wheel boy and work backward” he said, before lightly bopping Buffy on the nose with his cotton candy “There, now we’re even”
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Re: Slay Wheel~Open~ « Result #4 on Jul 11, 2008, 11:29am »
As the ride came to a stop Buffy hopped off, ignoring the clueless look coming from the carnie. Buffy’s eyes came across Xander. She hadn’t seen much of him lately. She smiled and walked over to him. She let out a lopsided grin when he made the comment about oral hygiene. The reason she didn’t laugh is because they both knew very well that Buffy had just killed another dead person. It got tiring after a while.
“So if I am Alice, who does that make you? The mad hatter perhaps.” Buffy said with a friendly smile.
Her and Xander had been friends a long time, she was glad that, however much it hurt him, she had turned him down on every date he asked her. If not they probably would have broken up and no longer been friends. Though everything that happened, happened for a reason. Though it still irked Buffy that Xander had been oblivious to Willow’s love until it was to late.
Buffy walked over to the cotton candy stand and got a large ball of pink fluff. She peeled of a bit with her fingers and put it in her mouth. Just because she was out slaying didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun. She waved her cotton candy at Xander, not realizing he was so close and hitting him in the face with it.
To The End Of Forever « Result #5 on Jul 6, 2008, 11:59pm »
The big day is coming for Bella and Edward. Everyone is getting involved. Alice is having a ball planning the decorations, food and managing everything else. Bella still has one slight hiccup. She has to tell Charlie and Renee. She knows they aren't going to be pleased and has been putting it off for as long as possible. But as the set date approaches, she sees that she has no choice. She has to do it.
However, on top of all this. The Quiletto tribe are angry at Bella and Edward for driving Jacob away. They don't know where he is or if he is alright. He has gone too far for them to talk when they are transformed.
Then Jacob comes back. But he's not alone. And there is something very different about him. The people he has brought with him have very different views to the Quilletto tribe. They are also werewolves but they are appalled that some of their kind have agreed to work with vampires. Soon, the tribe starts to see things the way of the new pack. They form an alliance with the leader, Dameon Jade. They want revenge on the vampires. Jacob, Sam and one of the new werewolves are teamed up. Their job: destroy Edward. Jacob, however, has another plan. He will kill Edward, oh there is no doubt about that, but he still wants Bella. He wants her more than anything. And he will do anything to get her. Even if that includes kidnap. His love for Bella has driven him to the brink of insanity.
So how will Forks cope with this newfound war? It's up to you now...
Where is the Real Me? ((open)) « Result #7 on Jun 23, 2008, 6:58pm »
Buffybot walked through the amusement park, eyes scouring the place. It was night, of course, and the programming she had gotten from Spike had come out. She wore a tiny black dress, more suitable as a top than a dress. Her long hair was out and flowing down her shoulders. She was barefooted. Many of the guys walking past were staring at her, much to the annoyance of the girls they were walking with. But she didn't notice.
She was looking for Buffy. Well, for any of the scoobies. She was sick of being a fold out weapon. She wasn't going to hurt people any more. She was going to have Willow fix her. Then she was going to hunt up Spike. She was in the mood for a good time.
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Re: Slay Wheel~Open~ « Result #8 on Jun 17, 2008, 4:59pm »
Xander walked into the fairground and looked around for any of his friends. He spotted a familiar looking spot of Blond hair with a very Angel-like companion near the ferries wheel. He followed the two with his eye and spotted about half-way up a bit of dust flew out the carriage, if you didn't know what Vamp dust looked like you wouldn't have seen it and even then it was difficult to see, but it was there.
He walked towards the ferris wheel and stood there, in his casual clothes of jeans and a blue t-shirt, not making a statement, more for the comfort factor. He stood there as the ride came to an end and Buffy's carriage stopped in front of him.
"So I take it that that guy just wasn't up to Buffster standards, bad oral hygiene?" he said smiling
"Wanna join me in walking round this fair-like wonderland?" he said holding out his hand and bowing a little over the top to try and get a giggle out of his best friend and copmpletely ignoring the confused look of the ride operator who was probably wondering where the other guy in the ride had gone.
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Slay Wheel~Open~ « Result #9 on Jun 17, 2008, 11:38am »
Buffy’s eyes spun with the lights of the ferries wheel. It was 11:13 at night. Buffy expected the vampires would be coming out about now. Till then she would just wait. She didn’t mind waiting, observing teenagers in there natural habitat. Buffy couldn’t say that she never got to experience the teen thing, ‘cause she did, she just always had to be a teenager and a slayer.
Buffy got up from the bench she was sitting on and stretched out her arms. She was wearing blue jeans and a sheer white top over a white tank top. She was wearing black boots with…wood heels. Her hair was back in a curly ponytail. Just then a man walked up to her. He was good looking and tall with black hair, a bit like Angel really.
“Would you care to join me on the ferries wheel madam? My name is Eric.” He said.
“Yes I would. I’m Buffy” She said with a smile.
Once the carnie had closed them into there cubical the man put his arm around Buffy, she did not object. She could see all the other rides at the wheel climbed higher. Just then Buffy pulled out a stake and shoved it into the ‘mans’ heart just as he was changing into vampire form. The dust rained down for they were at the top.
“C’mon, I wasn’t born yesterday. And the whole madam thing was really tacky.” Buffy said to the dispersing dust particles.
Queen of the Damned « Result #10 on Jun 11, 2008, 12:37pm »
For thousands upon thousands of years vampires have lived in the shadows of humans, and for the most part that is how they like it. But unfortunately for them a vampire has just awoken from a very long slumber and he plans to change all that, why? Well only he really knows.This vampire, once a French aristocrat, will now put into motion things that may doom both humanity and vampire kind . His name is Lestat, the Brat Prince and through the rock music that awoke him into this day and age, he will awaken a being whose name can make even the oldest and hardest vampires tremble...Akasha, Queen of the Damned and mother of all vampires.
The Brat Prince may have just killed us all with his selfishness and his music, but there is still a chance. There are some out there, mortals and vampires that have been having nightmares and these dreamers, as if pulled, move toward each other the nightmare becoming clearer the closer they get. Some die on the way, some live to face the terrifying fate their pilgrimage is building to, to help the ancients that have come out of hiding to put an end to Akasha's twisted plans to save mankind by destroying it.
The time is now, will you sit by or take your rightful part in the pilgrimage and face the Queen of the Damned?
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