Posts by PartyGhoul

[size=7pt]For Rhydian's third power, would slight control over/telepathic communication with/seeing through the eyes of animals be okay? I wouldn't make it overpowered, obviously; he would be limited to only a certain amount of time controlling the animal/seeing through the animal's eyes, but the communication thing would kind of be like a second language for him. I just think that animals are as much a part of earth and nature as nature itself is, so I figure he would have slight control over them. c:[/size]

[size=7pt]boop~ updated Rhys' history c:

[size=7pt]traack~ i love ac3, one of my favorites so far<3 and Connor and Haytham and Ziio </3
it broke my heart when Haytham said he always wondered what their lives would have been like together had Ziio never asked him to leave :'c

anyways *shuts down ac feels and rambling*
if i may ask, what exactly is the plot? are you planning on following the entire plot of ac3, or something of your own creation?

[size=7pt]tracking c:

i don't know if it's like this for anyone else, but when i open the spoilers inside 'other wildlife' it seems that the predator sections (or what i would assume are the predator sections) are off the post ^.^

[size=7pt]tracking!
i don't have any plot ideas yet, but i'll definitely think some up!

also, on the topic of the Sensei, do we want to just talk about the specifics of his person? his personality, appearance, etc? i just don't want to mess anything about him up when we get to the roleplay i also think it would be a good idea to develop specific relationships with him and the characters so we know just how much more impactful it is when/if they lose him c:

EDIT
we should also have an overview for the evil guy for when everyone finally knows about/meets him

[size=7pt]Yeah, I imagine him to have the same nature; almost like he's a balm to the four just by being there. I also feel like he would have a fatherly relationship with all of them, but it seems like it would get repetitive and a bit boring if every single one had that kind of relationship. *shrugs*

[size=7pt]That looks good to me so far~
Does the Sensei have a first name? Or is it just Sensei?

I could definitely see Evil (calling him Evil b//c easier) having a relationship with Sensei, and it would definitely make for some interesting drama. Perhaps Evil's minion let on to Sensei of his return and Sensei went to the place where the soul prison is accessed (maybe on the highest mountain in their location where there is little air to breathe and snow is constantly falling?) to see for himself. Evil can either already be out or enter the real world again when Sensei gets there, a bitter discussion ensues (Sensei would give a futile attempt at convincing him he doesn't have to do this), and next thing we know, a fight breaks out between the two. Sensei can hold his own, but Evil's new body is coursing with vigor and vitality and the old man is just no match. Evil doesn't even blink about killing his father/brother (if they're related).

The Four can either be there with Sensei and Evil somehow paralyzes them (perhaps he has power over a person's spirit/soul? he can make them move, or stand idle, and corrupt people at will -- that could be how he got his minions) so they had to watch him murder Sensei.
Or they could be at their hideout and go searching for Sensei when he doesn't return for several weeks. They'd find his body limp, stiff from the cold, and covered in snow. It wouldn't take long to figure out who did this, they would work until they had a name so they could avenge Sensei.

[size=7pt]Ohhhhhh~ That could be an interesting scene!
Maybe we can combine mine where the Four goes with Sensei to the portal (to seal it off probs) and rather than paralyzing them, Evil uses them to fight for him! Sensei would try to defend himself, not attack the Four, and try to get to Evil all at the same time :c

I'm not sure how comfortable every one is with gore, but I think it would be even more dramatic if Evil got bored with using the Four for his fight, threw them aside so they were slightly injured and couldn't come after him, and he goes up and just hacks Sensei's head off, or breaks his neck.
I feel like they would definitely be fueled by the fact that they never got to say goodbye and the fact that he was killed so easily right before their eyes.

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[justify][font=georgia][size=7pt][color=black]Rhydian rolled his shoulders, the bones there groaning before letting out a sharp snap and crackle. The rock caked around his left shoulder crumbled, dropping in chunks to the dojo floor. A once white shirt, the thin cloth that was hugging his chest was now predominantly a muddy brown with occasional stains of grass and ash. His hair, on off-bronze, was matted to his forehead with a thin layer of sweat and dirt. The debris of the earth -- rocks, dirt, greenery --- seemed to shake from his body with every quiet step; vines curled around table legs feebly attempting to reattach with their home, dirt was seemed on the floor and walls in the forms of shoe and hand prints. He would have to clean that before Sensei could scold him.

Somewhere along the way to the lounge room, he had picked up an apple -- a honeycrisp with marbled reds and yellows. Both Mae and Zane were on chairs, catching their breaths and settling the charge of adrenaline the powers caused. "You alright, Mae? You look like you've held your finger in a socket too long." He gave a teasing grin, noting the ebony hairs that seemed to rise and dance without her consent. Taking a bite from his apple, Rhydian leaned against the frame leading into the room, the pressure finally bringing about just how sore his muscles were.

[size=7pt]No idea yet
Maybe he was the smaller villain that you were talking about, Travvy? Evil could have gotten inside of his head over the years and eventually convinced him to open the gate to their world and kill a human so he could have a body in the real world? It would be that connection you possibly wanted and something that really tears the group apart when they first find out. Evil would wait to announce it until he's on the losing side so the distraction would give him enough time to escape. By then, Rhydian would have seen his mistake. He regretted everything the day Evil actually emerged and killed Sensei.

It's just an idea and a major plot twist, but I understand if you prefer it was someone not in the Four! c:

[size=7pt]haha I suppose he is in some ways, especially when animals are involved. He just melts and snuggles them while having a conversation no one else knows about~ he's kind of like a kid in the sense that he gets really excited over animals and being in nature areas; he'll just run around touching and taking in as much as possible lol

Anyways, depending on how Travvy feels about the idea, he may not stray from that adorableness c:

Oh, Travvy how spaced out did the Sensei find everyone? Days, weeks, months? I'm just curious because Rhys has been there for roughly 3 years (if that's okay with you) and I wonder how long he was alone before the next came.

Also, did we want to plot relationships or just see what happens in the rp?

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[justify][font=georgia][size=7pt][color=black]Rhydian gave a breathy laugh past the fruit in his mouth, swallowing what he had chewed before speaking. "Yeah, it's no news that Sensei is almost Draconian when it comes to training. I can say with confidence that it gets easier, but it never stops hurting." When a heavy clash of electricity sparked from Mae's hand, Rhydian instinctively side-stepped behind the wall in case of stray strands. The last thing he wanted was to get electrocuted.

Watching as Mae tried to calm the sparks, he moved beneath the door frame once more. He shrugged at her next statement, a lazy smile gracing his tanned face. "I find it helps focusing your power onto other objects than yourself. For me, I had to imagine it in the trees and the rocks. For you... a light bulb, maybe?" He gave another cheeky grin and a chuckle.

"Anyways," he finished off the last of his apple before continuing. "I tracked in the entire outside, so I'm going to get on that before Sensei chews me out for it. I know how irresistible cleaning is, so, please, if any of you feel the need to clean with me, don't feel embarrassed." He didn't expect any help, it was his mess after all, but it never hurt to put the idea out there -- even in joke form.

[size=7pt]That would actually pretty interesting, Raine~!
That's what I was worried about with Rhydian's possible secret, centering it around him too much. Plus if we went with the idea that Ember's kid is also the villian's kid, Rhydian wouldn't be involved in that mix.

Travvy, how do you feel about the ideas (mine and Raine's)?

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[justify][font=georgia][size=7pt][color=black]"Thanks guys, I appreciate it." The nineteen year old worked on the dirt caking the walls, scrubbing and scrubbing in a sorry attempt to scratch dried mud off of the white paint. He really needed to stop touching things after training. Either that or they needed a station to hose him down before he came inside. He listened to them chat, smiling and laughing when the occasional joke was told, but ultimately keeping quite as he made sure leave the area spotless.

When Ember addressed him, he hummed in response, brows furrowing in momentary thought. "I actually have no idea. I always think I drop everything before I come inside, but there's always debris hidden on me that just loves to come out in the house." He pursue his lips. "Hey, at least you'll always know where I am in here." He gave a wide grin before turning back to his wall, stepping back to examine it. "Good as new." He muttered to himself, dropping his cleaning brush in the tub of now dirties soap water. "Is that all of it?" A quick glance around for anymore mess was given, and when nothing came to eye that wasn't already being worked on, he took his tub of muddy water out front to dump it.

"Has anyone seen Sensei? He typically comes around as soon as we're finished training." Rhydian brushed his pants and shirt off before stepping back inside, combing deft fingers through unkempt hair.

[[ omg i love Raven on The 100 <3 ]]

[size=7pt]Oh good~! Is it safe to assume that you would be fine with Rhydian being the villain Evil controls at the start of the plot? He would just open up the portal to the real world and bring a body for Evil to use, then as soon as he sees Sensei dead he would realize his mistake and that would be his secret until everyone pieces things together. The only problem is that I don't want things to revolve around him, that wasn't my intention, so I don't know how we might go about fixing that. I just thought it would be a really interesting plot twist.

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[color=black]Being the youngest business owner of the twenty-first century, the media couldn't get their fill of Zev Eidolon, which also meant they picked up the most ridiculous of rumors and lies; including the one about his hidden relationship with a small town girl — Riley Flores. Since the incorrect leak (only days before), he had heard alterations of all sorts: they were high school sweethearts, he fell head over heels with her on a vacation to Ohio, she wriggled her way from nowhere to pursue his heart and money, she was a mail ordered bride... It always fascinated and disgusted him how quickly and heinously a story could morph in a few hours, let alone a few days. The real story was a bit more innocent than any of those; a girl had claimed she was dating a powerful businessman, teenagers discussed it over social media, and money-eyed magazine editors clawed at the potential of a story.

Zev thought nothing of it, didn't have the time to, but his publicists, Maria, felt otherwise. At first, she was outraged, as a temperamental woman would be, and then she too saw the potential. He had never seen her grin so widely or speak so enthusiastically. It was her belief, as a professional, that this hick-town girl could boost his name even more so among the media. It would make women swoon in the belief that they had a chance with a wealthy man, and even if they chose a more platonic approach, it would look good on him to take a nobody under his wing. And with that said, Zev was on the phone with this infamous girl by Sunday morning.

Maria wanted her to fly out to New York so they might meet, talk, give the media the love scenes they were so desperately yearning for. If it were up to him, he would have let the story die out on its own. He didn't need the publicity, nor did he want it. Having shared the thought out loud, Maria took offense and exclaimed that he may as well curl up in the gutters if he didn't want all the attention that came with his position. Such a concept made the thought of carting around a teenager a bit more appealing.

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[color=black]He wore a simple black suit with a crisp, white dress shirt, an ironed grey tie, and brightly shined black dress shoes. His hair, rich brown with a dusting of russet highlights, was impossibly neat despite the unkempt appearance. It appeared that he simply swept it back with a deft hand, yet it was appropriate for business. The beard that had grown out on the hard line of his jaw and his upper lip was now shaven, leaving the tanned skin bare and smooth.

Arriving an hour before Riley and her peers were due to arrive, Zev distracted himself with busywork: signing papers, phoning local businesses and potential partners. Micah, his assistant, rapped his knuckles on the glass of his office door when the time had come. "She, er, Miss Riley Flores is here, Mr. Eidolon." He glanced up from a document, steel eyes glazed with monotony from dull paperwork. Standing, Zev smoothed any wrinkles from his suit and made his way out to the lobby.

Although only a few years older than the high schoolers, Zev felt that it had been decades since his teenage years, especially seeing the difference two years made in the apparel and attitude of the youths. Most fell quiet, knowing full well who he was either from the media or from searching him up on the internet after hearing the rumor of a peer dating him, but a single girl, pretty although caked with makeup, blurted out a rather immature statement. His brow furrowed and annoyance darkened his eyes into a storm, briefly, before the exasperated expression was wiped clean by a welcoming smile.

"Welcome to the Eidolon Hotel." His voice was smooth and soft, yet there was power in the relaxed tone. "You'll find that all of your needs will be met with a phone call to the front desk. Please allow my staff to escort you to your rooms." Bellhops moved in with luggage carts and key cards, calling out politely the room numbers to which the students had been assigned so they might focus on those people only. "Riley, if you'll come with me." Zev's smile shifted to something friendlier, more intimate. It was a smile shared between lovers rather than guest and host. Maria wanted him to play this card well, and that's exactly what he would do.

When she came forth, he placed his hand gently at the small of her back to help guide her and silently confirm her declaration of their relationship, although false. Wanting to make her feel comfortable, but also go somewhere they could speak in private, he led her to the dining hall, motioning her to take a seat opposite him in a secluded booth. The seat was perfectly padded and covered in softened beige leather with polished black backings to match the tables.

"You've put me in a bit of a knot with your sudden claim, Miss Flores." Zev's back was erect, shoulders pulled taut and square naturally. He shifted, left elbow resting on the table as he stroked a non-existent beard. She was beautiful, in the sense, with soft features and large pastel eyes. Her wheat hair was pulled into a messy bun, showing the sharpness of her cheekbones and the sinuous curve of her neck, making her seem older than eighteen. "There have been some viciously false claims about our pseudo-relationship, and it is the belief of my publicist that it would be in both of our interests to play along, straighten out the lies, humor the media, and then simply wait until they lose interest in us." He dropped his hand to the table and traced a circle on the sleek wood unconsciously. "It would of course be up to you what you'd like to do." Zev made a note to leave out Maria's plan to use this as an opportunity to gain positive views towards him. "But if you do decide to play along, you'll have to sign a few things."

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He listened to her calmly, olive skin lying placid as he sat near expressionless, bar the warm glaze of his typically ice-laced eyes. This must have been the first business oriented discussion he's had with a friendly countenance since... ever. There was little leeway for honey-flooded remarks and sympathy in the business world; it was eat or be eaten. This — she — was an exception, however.

Silent and brooding, he took note of how Riley kept a polite yet slightly hurried tone, as if she wanted to correct the areas a problem had yet to arise in. The muscles of his stomach and back moved his torso forward so he leaned only slightly over the table. To anyone on the outside of the conversation, it would seem he was completely captivated by what she was saying, or perhaps he was trying to intimidate her within the small space, but, in context, it was just an unconscious move to a more comfortable position.

When Riley finished speaking, sea-foam eyes darting down to the stripped pattern of her sweater, most likely picking at the fuzz-ridden article to distract herself from the inevitably tense topic. Zev breathed a short laugh, lips parting to show the ivory of his teeth. It wasn't a mocking laugh, but rather an amused exhale at how nervous she became suddenly. "Unless we break a few laws, I'm positive being seen with you isn't going to harm my career." He paused until she looked up at him again, until soft green flecked with amber and yellow met molten silver. "In reality, this is more to protect you." And a fast way to catch the eyes of potential business partners. "The media isn't exactly kind to women that appear out of the blue with a known name and then suddenly disappear. They'd take it and morph it into some pathetic story of how you tried to cheat me out of money, or something along those lines."

Zev let the words sink in for Riley, averting his eyes to the luggage a bellboy had left near the closest exit; it must have been hers. Sliding out of the booth, he straightened his jacket, giving a sidelong glance at the woman. "You can mull everything over and let me know tomorrow. For now, why don't I show you to your room?" Walking to her luggage, he slung the travel bag over his shoulder and grasped the handle of the suitcase. "You're room is on floor 15, just above your friends'."

The elevator to the top floor was filled with spurts of silence and chatter, both contributing equally to the talk, or the lack there of. At the melodious 'ding' and the silent parting of the doors, Zev allowed Riley to step out first before he followed, eventually walking aside her to her room. With his free hand, he slid her keycard out his pocket and along the exterior lock, using his shoulder to push the door open.

Placing her items to the side, he let out a soft breath and ran a deft hand through unkempt hair. "There's a card on the nightstand with all of the numbers of our services, should you need them. If you need to reach me at any time, I'll either be in my office on the first floor or room 400 on the top floor. You can reach either phone by dialing star-zero-zero." The twenty year old glanced around Riley's room as if to check if he were missing anything, and when he was sure he wasn't he gave another grin. "We'll speak later." A few strides and he was at the door, fingers curled around the doorknob so he could pull it shut behind him. Pause. "And Riley, if you do decide you'd like to ride this out with me, call me Zev." With that, he left.

[[ Just as a heads up, I can typically only work one post in a day or every few days, so I hope that's okay with you! Also, I think we should skip forward to evening that same day and Riley's class maybe went out for dinner? Zev would show up (at the push of Maria) just as they were ordering and have dinner with them, act mildly couple-y with Riley so Karen and her little minions don't grill her too bad, and so she can get a feel for how they would act together should she agree to "date" him c: It obviously isn't heavy petting or anything, just that closeness that most new couples have~

Maybe we can eventually work in some drama with Peter where he is just now recognizing her because some billionaire is with her and cameras are constantly flashing around her. He just wants his 10 seconds of fame Anyways, he could corner her one night when a select group decided to sneak out (Karen, her friends, Peter, his friends, Candy, Riley; Riley maybe had a sudden burst of bravery and asked Zev if he wanted to go to the club along with them and that's why he's there?) to a club, tries to force himself on her in hopes that the paparazzi are inside and catch the kiss (or worse if you're comfortable with more sexual themes), but Zev catches him instead c< Pulling him off of her, Peter would probably want a fight (b/c drunk) and Zev would just ignore him and rush Riley away. If he tried to stop him, he'd just shove him aside.

Riley probably got a bruise/cut from struggling against Peter so Zev would take her back to his loft at the hotel, or his actual home loft, and bandage her up AND THEN THAT COULD BE THEIR FIRST ACTUAL KISSSS *passes out cuz cuuuuttteeeeuh*

^As I'm sure you can tell, I love plotting, so feel free to suggest alterations to my ideas or bring up ideas of your own! Especially the latter b/c it is your thread c:

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[color=black]"Zev," Maria waltzed into his office, voice slightly muffled by a pen pinched between her roseate painted lips. Her eyes were glued on a leather-bound book, thin fingers flipping through the pages quickly. "The Ohio kids have a reservation for 7:00 at 'One if by Land, Two if by Sea'." She pursed her lips. "Expensive place, hope they're getting a class discount." Standing before his desk, her dark honey gaze shifted to meet his. "Romantic, too. The press would piss themselves with excitement if they saw you there with Riley." Zev sighed, leaning back in his chair whilst keeping eye contact with Maria. "I gave her until tomorrow, Maria. She hasn't said anything, so I'm not going to bother her." His eyes narrowed at the look she gave him, releasing a hand from her book to place it on her hip and smack her lips at him. "Don't pull that bull* with me. You just don't want to go out, you never do. You're twenty years old and you're as addicted to work as a fifty year old." Zev stood up abruptly, steel eyes resembling the heat of iron cooking.
"If I don't, no one will." Maria flinched at his tone, took a deep breath, and nodded.
"I apologize, Mr. Eidolon, but I implore you to do this." She sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. "If you can show her that you're open to this before tomorrow morning, it might sway her in our favor." She paused, as if to think whether or not she should say her next words. "You need a break, Zev." Her tone was soft, concerned, for once. "If you don't put time aside to relax, time for yourself, you're gonna dig yourself an early grave." She reached across the desk to place her hand on his. An observer might think it was a move of a lover's affection, but the affection was platonic. A touch between two old friends.

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[color=black]He arrived at the restaurant ten minutes after seven, Audi R8 left in the hands of the valet to park in a fenced lot. The interior was dimly lit with candles, the walls either made of brick and mortar or painted a rich dark red. The tables were set neatly, a white cloth draping them with red velvet coverings on the booths and chairs. Every seat was occupied, and several tables were pushed together to make room for the Ohio class. They must have gotten a discount, being from such a small area. Either their teacher knew people, or the restaurant was in the pre-mature giving spirit as it was only late November.

Riley was easy to pick out, her hair one of the only light hues among the group. She sat just under the flicker of a candle, shadows and light softening her features and darkening her eyes. Those wheat strands were groomed into sunlit spirals kissing the arch of her cheeks and the dip of her neck, and the black lace dress she wore hugged her skin generously. He would be lying if he said he wasn't attracted to her.

Their teacher was the first to notice him, rising from her seat quickly, her napkin falling to the ground in a white flutter, as she brushed her hair aside and gave a nervous smile. "Mr. Eidolon, to what do we owe the pleasure?" Zev had still been observing when she spoke to him, so silent air gathered around her question before he made eye contact and returned the smile. He walked towards the group, grasping a spare chair and setting at the end of the table, next to Riley. He placed a hand softly on the space where her shoulder blades pinched towards her spine, the movement as natural as one would expect from a man in a relationship. "I heard you all were going to be here tonight, I figured I would join you. Please, sit down." His gaze shifted to Riley as he lowered himself onto the seat, hand drifting off of the curve of her shoulder and into his own space as his smile shifted, once more, into a more intimate curve of lips. "You look beautiful." His voice was soft, relaxed, just loud enough so she, and the few around them, could hear him. "Hello, Candy." He noted her friend, who wore a similar dress, but in white. A simple nod was given to the rest that gave side-long glances towards him, some of which immediately looked away at his sudden recognition of their stares.

A waitress soon arrived to account for him, blinking as he ordered and only scribbling it down after his voice came to a halt. She moved to the rest of the table, asking if anyone needed anything more before she rushed off to the kitchen. "Tell me," Zev shrugged his jacket off and leaned back in his chair. "Why is it that you all came to New York?" He could feel several gazes on the back of his head from the bar, most likely the waitress informing her boss of who happened to waltz into the restaurant, and if they called the press now they would get a large sum of money for his whereabouts.

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ooohh, yeah, i like that idea! maybe he was in a bad crowd in his younger years (15-18?) and he and that guy got out together, but he still got into trouble so Zev cut off ties with him. this guy maybe got locked up and then went back to the crowd they were in before (maybe Zev is from a small town in New York and his dad was in a biker gang, he followed in his footsteps, but got out after a few years b/c he wasn't into the whole 'outlaw' life; he wanted to make a living, not go in and out of jail with blood on his hands) and now he's in New York City trying to convince Zev to come back and help them out? something serious stuff went down with the group and they could use his mind, and money. then, like you said, while he's there he takes interest in Riley. we could even go as far as he kidnaps her and takes her back to Zev's hometown to use her as leverage for him to come back.
this would happen near the end of their stay, if we went with it c:

if that idea's a bit too out of the range for what you imagined for the rp, that's perfectly fine! i'm just throwing stuff out there that i think would cause a lot of interesting scenes and drama!

so happy you're open to my ideas, though~! c:
also, since Zev's pic is b&w, here's the video it's from so you can get a better idea of what he looks like, bar the brown eyes
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