04-04-2017, 02:42 PM
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[spoiler=been granted three wishes ★ march 20][size=8pt][font=verdana]general ; "your body’s a message, send my regards to hell"
★ fare xerses | formerly known as selector | female [ she/her ]
physically 10 months | mentally 12 months | birthday unknown | ages at roleplayer's discretion
leader of shadowclan
daisysteps x bubblebreath | generation 3 | xerses divinius gaudius
bisexual | biromantic | one maybe crush | single [open]
physical ; "i can hear your thoughts racing from here"
★ coyote | 67%
fare is a small coyote, dark in appearance with hints of silver around her face. her eyes are lavender in color, and she's scrawny to the point where you can see her bones. she's very sick at the moment, and coughs will rack her small body often. She can be seen shaking at almost all times, almost to the point where it’s shuddering. [ reference ].
― major injuries: is very sick and is very weak but puts up a strong front
― minor injuries:
personality ; "fall upon your knees, sing"
★ mbti personality: ENTP-T
 fare, when she isn’t riddled with sickness, is a happy, bright, and optimistic individual, but at the moment, she’s becoming very violent and angry. Her rage has no direction - it’s just there - and she’ll often lash out or becoming increasingly agitated.
interaction ; "this is my body and soul here!"
★ medium physically | difficult mentally | attack in #41845E
thinks that fighting is a necessary evil on the outside but on the inside, she loves it | will initiate fights
will fight back | will not flee | will not surrender unless under dire circumstances
will capture | will torture | will kill
some training | has medical knowledge
TRUSTS: ruben, circusclown, leo, belladonna
power  un / discovered  control of power: xxx%
power  un / discovered  control of power: xxx%[/spoiler]
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[size=8pt][font=verdana]"Jane, not to be blunt, but this is a funeral," Gansey said to Blue as she made her way across the field toward them. He and Ronan looked like groomsmen in their impeccable black suits.
Blue, lacking any black wardrobe options, had hastily stitched a few yards of cheap black lace over a green T-shirt she’d converted into a dress a few months earlier. She hissed furiously, "This was all the better I could do!"
"Like Noah cares," Ronan said.
"Did you bring something else for later?" Gansey asked.
"I’m not an idiot. Where’s Adam?"
Gansey said, "He’s at work. He’s coming later."
Noah’s bones were being buried in the Czerny family plot in a remote valley graveyard. His newly dug grave lay near the edge of the long, sloping graveyard on the side of a rocky hill. A tarp covered the fresh heap of dirt from grieving eyes. Noah’s family stood right next to the hole. The man and the two girls wept, but the woman stared off into the trees, dry-eyed. Blue didn’t have to be a psychic, though, to see how sad the woman was. Sad and proud.
Noah’s voice, cool and barely there, whispered in her ear. "Please say something to them."
Blue didn’t reply, but she turned her head in the direction of his voice. She could nearly feel him, standing just behind her shoulder, breath on her neck, hand pressed anxiously to her arm.
"You know I can’t," she replied in a low voice.
"You have to."
"I would look like a crazy person. What good would it do? What could I possibly say?"
Noah’s voice was faint but desperate. His distress hummed through her. "Please."
Blue closed her eyes.
"Tell her I’m sorry I drank her birthday schnapps," Noah whispered.
God, Noah!
"What are you doing?" Gansey reached out and caught her arm as she started toward the grave.
"Humiliating myself!" She tugged free. As Blue approached Noah’s family, she rehearsed ways to make herself sound less insane, but she didn’t like any of them. She’d been with her mother often enough to suspect how this would go. Noah, only for you … She eyed the sad, proud woman. Up close, her makeup was impeccable, her hair carefully rolled at the ends. Everything was knotted and painted and sprayed under control. All of that sadness was shoved so deep inside her that her eyes weren’t even red. Blue wasn’t fooled.
"Mrs. Czerny?"
Both of Noah’s parents’ heads turned to her. Blue self-consciously ran a hand down one of the pieces of lace. "I’m Blue Sargent. I, uh, wanted to say that I’m sorry for your loss. Also, my mother’s a psychic. I have a"  already their expressions were transforming unpleasantly  "message from your son."
Immediately, Mrs. Czerny’s face darkened. She merely shook her head and said, quite calmly, "No, you don’t."
"Please don’t do this," said Mr. Czerny. It was taking all he had to be civil, which was better than she’d expected. Blue felt bad for having interrupted their private moment. "Please just go."
Tell her, whispered Noah.
Blue took a breath. "Mrs. Czerny, he’s sorry for drinking your birthday schnapps."
For a moment there was silence. Mr. Czerny and Noah’s sisters looked from Blue to Noah’s mother. Noah’s father opened his mouth, and then Mrs. Czerny started to cry.
None of them noticed when Blue walked away from the grave.
Later, they dug him up. At the mouth of the access road, Ronan lounged beside his BMW with its hood ajar, acting as both roadblock and look out. Adam operated the backhoe Gansey had rented for the occasion. And Gansey transferred Noah’s bones to a duffel bag while Blue shone the flashlight over them to be certain they were all there. Adam reburied the empty casket, leaving a fresh grave identical to the one they’d begun with.
When they ran back to the BMW, giddy and breathless with their crime, Ronan told Gansey, "This will all come out and bite you in the ass, you know, when you’re running for Congress."
"Shut up and drive, Lynch."
They reburied his bones at the old ruined church, which was Blue’s idea.
"No one will bother them here," she said, "And we know it’s on the ley line. And it’s holy ground."
"Well," said Ronan, "I hope he likes it. I’ve pulled a muscle."
Gansey scoffed, "Doing what? You were standing watch."
"Opening my hood."
After they’d finished covering the last of the bones, they stood quietly inside the ruined walls. Blue stared at Gansey, in particular, his hands in his pockets, his head tilted down toward where they had just interred Noah. It felt like no time and all the time in the world since she’d seen his spirit walk this very path.
fare could still feel the memory of the ghost's breath on her, could still see the way he looked when they were all standing around monmouth manufacturing, still hear the sound of his laugh whenever ronan threw him out the window and then the look of him whenever he returned with a grin and a blush. all of them had been a little in love with each other.
she had been off trying to find them, trying to find the light that she had always had with them, but they weren't there anymore. they were all dead and gone, no hope of ever returning. except... no one had known where ronan had gone, whether he was actually dead. he seemed to have gone missing, along with adam.
fare had always been adept at sneaking around unnoticed but now, coming bac home, she let her presence be known, grief clear on her dark features. "gansey," she whispered. "gansey, gansey, gansey. gansey gansey gansey ganseyganseygansey," she kept saying to herself, teeth gritted. the agony searing through her mind was her whole world now, and the tears streaming down her face had no effect on the burning fire inside her. she took up a wail, keening out her former lover's name in a high-pitched tone. "gansey! why? why'd you leave?!"
eventually, she made it to her cabin - she wasn't sure how she was still going, still breathing now that the love of her life was actually dead. she guessed his quest had destroyed him in the end - and collapsed onto her bed, shuddering and still making those awful noises when your world - your whole damn solar system - was suddenly just gone. everything was fucking gone.
Blue, lacking any black wardrobe options, had hastily stitched a few yards of cheap black lace over a green T-shirt she’d converted into a dress a few months earlier. She hissed furiously, "This was all the better I could do!"
"Like Noah cares," Ronan said.
"Did you bring something else for later?" Gansey asked.
"I’m not an idiot. Where’s Adam?"
Gansey said, "He’s at work. He’s coming later."
Noah’s bones were being buried in the Czerny family plot in a remote valley graveyard. His newly dug grave lay near the edge of the long, sloping graveyard on the side of a rocky hill. A tarp covered the fresh heap of dirt from grieving eyes. Noah’s family stood right next to the hole. The man and the two girls wept, but the woman stared off into the trees, dry-eyed. Blue didn’t have to be a psychic, though, to see how sad the woman was. Sad and proud.
Noah’s voice, cool and barely there, whispered in her ear. "Please say something to them."
Blue didn’t reply, but she turned her head in the direction of his voice. She could nearly feel him, standing just behind her shoulder, breath on her neck, hand pressed anxiously to her arm.
"You know I can’t," she replied in a low voice.
"You have to."
"I would look like a crazy person. What good would it do? What could I possibly say?"
Noah’s voice was faint but desperate. His distress hummed through her. "Please."
Blue closed her eyes.
"Tell her I’m sorry I drank her birthday schnapps," Noah whispered.
God, Noah!
"What are you doing?" Gansey reached out and caught her arm as she started toward the grave.
"Humiliating myself!" She tugged free. As Blue approached Noah’s family, she rehearsed ways to make herself sound less insane, but she didn’t like any of them. She’d been with her mother often enough to suspect how this would go. Noah, only for you … She eyed the sad, proud woman. Up close, her makeup was impeccable, her hair carefully rolled at the ends. Everything was knotted and painted and sprayed under control. All of that sadness was shoved so deep inside her that her eyes weren’t even red. Blue wasn’t fooled.
"Mrs. Czerny?"
Both of Noah’s parents’ heads turned to her. Blue self-consciously ran a hand down one of the pieces of lace. "I’m Blue Sargent. I, uh, wanted to say that I’m sorry for your loss. Also, my mother’s a psychic. I have a"  already their expressions were transforming unpleasantly  "message from your son."
Immediately, Mrs. Czerny’s face darkened. She merely shook her head and said, quite calmly, "No, you don’t."
"Please don’t do this," said Mr. Czerny. It was taking all he had to be civil, which was better than she’d expected. Blue felt bad for having interrupted their private moment. "Please just go."
Tell her, whispered Noah.
Blue took a breath. "Mrs. Czerny, he’s sorry for drinking your birthday schnapps."
For a moment there was silence. Mr. Czerny and Noah’s sisters looked from Blue to Noah’s mother. Noah’s father opened his mouth, and then Mrs. Czerny started to cry.
None of them noticed when Blue walked away from the grave.
Later, they dug him up. At the mouth of the access road, Ronan lounged beside his BMW with its hood ajar, acting as both roadblock and look out. Adam operated the backhoe Gansey had rented for the occasion. And Gansey transferred Noah’s bones to a duffel bag while Blue shone the flashlight over them to be certain they were all there. Adam reburied the empty casket, leaving a fresh grave identical to the one they’d begun with.
When they ran back to the BMW, giddy and breathless with their crime, Ronan told Gansey, "This will all come out and bite you in the ass, you know, when you’re running for Congress."
"Shut up and drive, Lynch."
They reburied his bones at the old ruined church, which was Blue’s idea.
"No one will bother them here," she said, "And we know it’s on the ley line. And it’s holy ground."
"Well," said Ronan, "I hope he likes it. I’ve pulled a muscle."
Gansey scoffed, "Doing what? You were standing watch."
"Opening my hood."
After they’d finished covering the last of the bones, they stood quietly inside the ruined walls. Blue stared at Gansey, in particular, his hands in his pockets, his head tilted down toward where they had just interred Noah. It felt like no time and all the time in the world since she’d seen his spirit walk this very path.
fare could still feel the memory of the ghost's breath on her, could still see the way he looked when they were all standing around monmouth manufacturing, still hear the sound of his laugh whenever ronan threw him out the window and then the look of him whenever he returned with a grin and a blush. all of them had been a little in love with each other.
she had been off trying to find them, trying to find the light that she had always had with them, but they weren't there anymore. they were all dead and gone, no hope of ever returning. except... no one had known where ronan had gone, whether he was actually dead. he seemed to have gone missing, along with adam.
fare had always been adept at sneaking around unnoticed but now, coming bac home, she let her presence be known, grief clear on her dark features. "gansey," she whispered. "gansey, gansey, gansey. gansey gansey gansey ganseyganseygansey," she kept saying to herself, teeth gritted. the agony searing through her mind was her whole world now, and the tears streaming down her face had no effect on the burning fire inside her. she took up a wail, keening out her former lover's name in a high-pitched tone. "gansey! why? why'd you leave?!"
eventually, she made it to her cabin - she wasn't sure how she was still going, still breathing now that the love of her life was actually dead. she guessed his quest had destroyed him in the end - and collapsed onto her bed, shuddering and still making those awful noises when your world - your whole damn solar system - was suddenly just gone. everything was fucking gone.
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[align=center][div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;color:#000;font-size:10pt;font-family:verdana;"][spoiler=been granted three wishes ★ march 20][size=8pt][font=verdana]general ; "your body’s a message, send my regards to hell"
★ fare xerses | formerly known as selector | female [ she/her ]
physically 10 months | mentally 12 months | birthday unknown | ages at roleplayer's discretion
leader of shadowclan
daisysteps x bubblebreath | generation 3 | xerses divinius gaudius
bisexual | biromantic | one maybe crush | single [open]
physical ; "i can hear your thoughts racing from here"
★ coyote | 67%
fare is a small coyote, dark in appearance with hints of silver around her face. her eyes are lavender in color, and she's scrawny to the point where you can see her bones. she's very sick at the moment, and coughs will rack her small body often. She can be seen shaking at almost all times, almost to the point where it’s shuddering. [ reference ].
― major injuries: is very sick and is very weak but puts up a strong front
― minor injuries:
personality ; "fall upon your knees, sing"
★ mbti personality: ENTP-T
 fare, when she isn’t riddled with sickness, is a happy, bright, and optimistic individual, but at the moment, she’s becoming very violent and angry. Her rage has no direction - it’s just there - and she’ll often lash out or becoming increasingly agitated.
interaction ; "this is my body and soul here!"
★ medium physically | difficult mentally | attack in #41845E
thinks that fighting is a necessary evil on the outside but on the inside, she loves it | will initiate fights
will fight back | will not flee | will not surrender unless under dire circumstances
will capture | will torture | will kill
some training | has medical knowledge
TRUSTS: ruben, circusclown, leo, belladonna
power  un / discovered  control of power: xxx%
power  un / discovered  control of power: xxx%[/spoiler]
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