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January 08, 2016 20:02:52

P a r a s i t i c
"We discovered supernatural life-forms. Not on another planet, but in a parallel universe.
We were curious.
We tried to contact them, connect with them.
But we made a grave mistake.
Now they're here. They're destroying everything.
It's all over."

I. The World
It's been thirty two years since a curious team of paranormal investigators lost control of a spiritual mechanism they invented; it acted as a portal which they meant to use to contact the entities they saw on the other side. However, it malfunctioned. They could no longer guard the amount of entities that appeared, nor which ones came through. The result was chaos. The entities weren't just entities, but demonic entities.

We live in a world that can only be described as post-apocalyptic. 65% of the Earth's land has been completely overrun by them. The population is but an eight of what it used to be. Us few survivors have scrambled to create safe-havens that we can live without fear of the entities devouring us. We've succeeded. Partially.

But they always loom, loom outside our walls. They wait for their chance.

II. The Cities
These 'safe-havens' are imperfect. They protect us, but only to a degree. The demonologists and paranormal investigators, the scientists, they all got together and tried to save us. Humans always hide when against an opponent stronger than them. So we hid. Hid behind 200 foot walls and a cubic spiritual barrier to go with it. We hoped it would keep the entities at bay.

These walls are called "Establishments". They hold around 20,000 people. There's one, two or three per country, depending on the size and population of that country. Some countries merge. Ours lies in France; The French Establishment. It's divided into twelve districts, twelve different cities, each of which have a different purpose. In case of a breach, the more important your job, the closer you are to the center. An elective from each district resides in the council house, which is at the very center of the city. These electives govern the entire establishment.

Travel is possible from district to district only by train, as each district is surrounded by its own, lesser wall. The closer to the council house you get, the more expensive the tickets become.

District 1: All of the Paranormal, Demon and Spiritual experts reside and work here.
District 2: The scientists; District 2 works hand-in-hand with District 1.
District 3: Doctors. These are the most skilled doctors and veterinarians the entire establishment has to offer, which is why they're near the center.
District 4: Military. Unlike all other places, this is totally closed off for regular citizens. Only people with special authorization, or members of the military get to come here.

District 5: Technology is produced here.
District 6: Lesser doctors are here; these doctors tend to both the "middle" class area, and the poor area. Obviously, the poor are at a disadvantage if they're very sick, considering they probably can't pay for a ticket to come to District 6.
District 7: Construction. Unlike traditionally, carpenters often traverse all over the establishment, as their work requires it and the trips are usually paid for.

District 8: This is where all agriculture takes place. This, aside from District four, is the largest district as it requires a lot of fertile land. The entirety of the French Establishment's food is grown here.
District 9: For the artists. The musicians, painters, authors, sculptures-- they all live and work here.
District 10: The factory workers. These are about the lowest you can get; they live in poverty and their work is incredibly dangerous for low pay.

III. The Entities
Although we're unsure exactly what entities are, we're certain that they were never "living" beings. They all lack morals or emotions, and care for nothing but themselves. They're extremely diverse, coming in many different races all of which have different temperaments, intelligent levels, and behaviors. Some are pack hunters, while others are solitary. They are classified into three categories:

Lesser Entities. Lesser entities are, quite simply, stupid. They seek only violence and power, although often lack the abilities to gain it. They are the most likely to attack a human unprovoked, and by far the most aggressive and unpredictable. Luckily, they are also the easiest to kill. Lesser demon species range from the size of a small dog to the size of a buffalo, their strengths ranging slightly. They don't have enough intelligence to plan beyond very simple schemes, and cannot learn the human tongue. They are looked down upon by other demons, and often use as pawns or decoys.

Standard Entities. These are a step up from Lesser Entities. They can be very dangerous, depending on the individual race of the entity. Like Lesser Entities, Standard Entities are extremely violent and blood-thirsty, although they are more sophisticated. A few standard entity races are actually able to turn into humans, such as the Doppelgangers.

Greater Entities. These are beings with power like nothing humanity has ever seen. In fact, no human has EVER seen one. They are spoken highly of by the standard entities, and greatly feared by the lesser ones, although they have yet to show themselves once on the battlefield. Nothing is known about them.

(Actual races of entities will be added later ^.^)

IIIV. Who are We?
Us? We've been given a lot of names. Demon-hunters. Exorcists. Trackers. Hosts. But the scientists refer to us as carriers. What do we carry?

We carry the parasite. The parasite that will save humanity. Not much is known about them, but they cannot survive without a host. They burrow inside another demon, or in these cases, a human, and act as a vampire. They live off blood but have no mouths to eat, and as such they require a host to drink blood for them. In exchange for this, they give us... powers.

With these powers, we fight back.

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Male Bios: https://docs.google.com/document/d/145TpnInC1-1e59tFVf7DNi4f-2BPK22X0A8QCxodlCc/edit
Female Bios: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1373rqSV799cMDb2ZtSV-fm3EHm5jtXCJb3hIgazOQ4s/edit
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Last edited on Jan 19, 2016 15:04:40 by ChaoticCalamity

//jabs thread >:U

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January 10, 2016 09:46:38

//jabs thread >:U

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Mentioned: --
Addressed: Cog
Notes: EEEEEEEE

|| Larka ||

Larka if you don't wake up I'm going to die.

...Larka.

...LARKA!

Larka's pale, bronze eyes snapped open as the gruff sound of Cogylius' voice rattled around in her skull. She groaned, taking the time to read the alarm clock only to make an argument with him; she already knew what he wanted. For some reason, of all habits to pick up from humans, Cogylius had developed a tendency to want a midnight snack. Rather, a very-early-morning snack. In luminescent blue, the numbers '6:20' were sprawled out across the face of her alarm clock on the small table at her bedside. She buried her face back into the pillow, huffing. Shut up, Cog. I heard you the first time. It's six in the morning, you can wait.

I'm shriveling up from hunger right now! It'll take you five minutes! Not to mention you usually wake up around this time anyways.

The only thing shriveled about you is your brain. It'll take me an hour to go back to sleep.

You don't know what I look like, child.

Maybe not, but you sound like somebody trying to drive me insane.

And you sound like somebody trying to starve me! And by extension, kill yourself.

In that moment it became clear that she wasn't going to be getting anymore sleep. Larka huffed, bending her elbows to push herself up onto her hands and knees. Her hair had fallen out of its bun in the night, falling over her face like a mop. Using one hand she swooped it up over her head so that she could see, stumbling out of bed rather clumsily. She didn't have to worry about waking anybody up; she lived alone. I'm going, I'm going.

She descended down the stairs into the slightly colder living room, moving left into the kitchen, where Cogylius 'breakfast' was. She grumpily swung open the refrigerator door, shivering when a current of cold air hit her form. She was only wearing a tanktop and a pair of shorts that didn't even reach half down her thighs. Larka leaned down, quickly retrieving what looked like an IV bag crossed with a Caprisun pouch. However, the fluid instead was dark red against the white light of the fridge. Blood. She poked a hole in the nozzle with her teeth, tipped her head back and began to drink. It was still disgusting if she paid attention to the taste, like drinking liquid copper. But over the years she'd grown so accustomed to drinking it that her mind blocked it out. It was normal. The pouch was empty within thirty seconds, and she threw it in the trash, reaching up to wipe away the remains with her forearm. Cogylius let out a satisfied, 'Ahhhhh' as if he had physically been the one drinking it, before giving a hum of appreciation.

Now you can go back to bed.

As if that's gonna happen, Larka scoffed, going upstairs to brush her teeth and rinse out the taste of blood. She figured she may as well have breakfast, too.

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January 10, 2016 10:21:51

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Mentioned: --
Addressed: Cog
Notes: EEEEEEEE

|| Larka ||

Larka if you don't wake up I'm going to die.

...Larka.

...LARKA!

Larka's pale, bronze eyes snapped open as the gruff sound of Cogylius' voice rattled around in her skull. She groaned, taking the time to read the alarm clock only to make an argument with him; she already knew what he wanted. For some reason, of all habits to pick up from humans, Cogylius had developed a tendency to want a midnight snack. Rather, a very-early-morning snack. In luminescent blue, the numbers '6:20' were sprawled out across the face of her alarm clock on the small table at her bedside. She buried her face back into the pillow, huffing. Shut up, Cog. I heard you the first time. It's six in the morning, you can wait.

I'm shriveling up from hunger right now! It'll take you five minutes! Not to mention you usually wake up around this time anyways.

The only thing shriveled about you is your brain. It'll take me an hour to go back to sleep.

You don't know what I look like, child.

Maybe not, but you sound like somebody trying to drive me insane.

And you sound like somebody trying to starve me! And by extension, kill yourself.

In that moment it became clear that she wasn't going to be getting anymore sleep. Larka huffed, bending her elbows to push herself up onto her hands and knees. Her hair had fallen out of its bun in the night, falling over her face like a mop. Using one hand she swooped it up over her head so that she could see, stumbling out of bed rather clumsily. She didn't have to worry about waking anybody up; she lived alone. I'm going, I'm going.

She descended down the stairs into the slightly colder living room, moving left into the kitchen, where Cogylius 'breakfast' was. She grumpily swung open the refrigerator door, shivering when a current of cold air hit her form. She was only wearing a tanktop and a pair of shorts that didn't even reach half down her thighs. Larka leaned down, quickly retrieving what looked like an IV bag crossed with a Caprisun pouch. However, the fluid instead was dark red against the white light of the fridge. Blood. She poked a hole in the nozzle with her teeth, tipped her head back and began to drink. It was still disgusting if she paid attention to the taste, like drinking liquid copper. But over the years she'd grown so accustomed to drinking it that her mind blocked it out. It was normal. The pouch was empty within thirty seconds, and she threw it in the trash, reaching up to wipe away the remains with her forearm. Cogylius let out a satisfied, 'Ahhhhh' as if he had physically been the one drinking it, before giving a hum of appreciation.

Now you can go back to bed.

As if that's gonna happen, Larka scoffed, going upstairs to brush her teeth and rinse out the taste of blood. She figured she may as well have breakfast, too.

Last edited on Jan 10, 2016 10:26:03 by ChaoticCalamity

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~Mara~

Through her thin stockings, Mara could feel rough pavement digging into the souls of her feet as she crouched. The ringing in her ears was becoming unbearable. How am I to focus? How am I to find safety? Mara shivered from the fear that crept up her spine. Am I alone again? Something is definitely not right. She reached down and touched the pavement beneath her, searching for a memory that did not exist.

How did I come to be here?

Then the fear slithered itself around her heart and filled her lungs. Mara's eyes began to fill with tears. Her breath was becoming more shallow by the second and the ringing would not subside. She reached behind her with a shaky hand and felt, what was that? Bricks? Cinder blocks?
Mara began to sink into a panic, desperate in nature. The ringing was growing louder. She covered her ears as her tears fell to the pavement.

What do you fear, child? The soft male voice silenced the ringing. Shock began to dry Mara's tears. Her unseeing eyes were open wide with astonishment and fear.

Mara's own soft voice answered back everything. She inhaled a shallow breath that shook her small frame. Where are you? I cannot see.

Child, I am within you. The voice was growing stronger within Mara's own head. Do you wish to see? Feel the world around you.

I-I can't! Mara shouted at the voice, tears beginning to pool in her icy blue eyes once more. It is only brick and pavement. That is all I know. Her voice grew softer. I don't understand.

You must learn quickly, child. My hunger grows. Soon, if you do not drink you won't have any reason to fear. You will be dead. The male voice spat out the last sentence. Again, the voice calmed. If you wish to live you must begin to feel the world around you.

Mara's fear began to turn to anger. This isn't fair. Her voice was hushed and inaudible. Why must I die so soon in this life?

Then don't.

Mara's blood began to boil and her voice evened out into a flat tone. Like the voice was asking such a simple task of her. How a... Mara's voice trailed off. As her anger reached its peak she began to see faint colors. She began to feel life around her.

The fear was returning....

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~Mara~

Through her thin stockings, Mara could feel rough pavement digging into the souls of her feet as she crouched. The ringing in her ears was becoming unbearable. How am I to focus? How am I to find safety? Mara shivered from the fear that crept up her spine. Am I alone again? Something is definitely not right. She reached down and touched the pavement beneath her, searching for a memory that did not exist.

How did I come to be here?

Then the fear slithered itself around her heart and filled her lungs. Mara's eyes began to fill with tears. Her breath was becoming more shallow by the second and the ringing would not subside. She reached behind her with a shaky hand and felt, what was that? Bricks? Cinder blocks?
Mara began to sink into a panic, desperate in nature. The ringing was growing louder. She covered her ears as her tears fell to the pavement.

What do you fear, child? The soft male voice silenced the ringing. Shock began to dry Mara's tears. Her unseeing eyes were open wide with astonishment and fear.

Mara's own soft voice answered back everything. She inhaled a shallow breath that shook her small frame. Where are you? I cannot see.

Child, I am within you. The voice was growing stronger within Mara's own head. Do you wish to see? Feel the world around you.

I-I can't! Mara shouted at the voice, tears beginning to pool in her icy blue eyes once more. It is only brick and pavement. That is all I know. Her voice grew softer. I don't understand.

You must learn quickly, child. My hunger grows. Soon, if you do not drink you won't have any reason to fear. You will be dead. The male voice spat out the last sentence. Again, the voice calmed. If you wish to live you must begin to feel the world around you.

Mara's fear began to turn to anger. This isn't fair. Her voice was hushed and inaudible. Why must I die so soon in this life?

Then don't.

Mara's blood began to boil and her voice evened out into a flat tone. Like the voice was asking such a simple task of her. How a... Mara's voice trailed off. As her anger reached its peak she began to see faint colors. She began to feel life around her.

The fear was returning....

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[ IO + (TOCK) ]

An alarm beeped, like it always did, and they shot up in panic, like they always did. They'd complained, once, that these alarm tones were too loud, and that they always woke up scared, and they hated waking up like that. To this, their superior simply said "that must mean it's working" and walked on, dismissing them. They didn't ask again.

They fumbled the buttons on the clock until the beeping stopped, then sat up to wait in the silence. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. And...

(Good morning, Io.)

Almost instantly, they felt calmer, the brief scare from the loud alarm already fading. Morning! they thought back, smiling despite the fact that no one could see them. They checked their clock–which dutifully read 06:30–and their rock collection, hidden under their pillow–one flat gray one, one red one, two speckled black-and-white ones, and two white sparkly ones, same as yesterday–and, after finding everything in order, hopped out of bed. Did you dream anything last night?

(Just saw what you were dreaming, same as usual.) They tried to hide their disappointment at that, which of course was useless when the one they were hiding from was in their head. (Don't worry. I'm sure I'll dream up something myself eventually, and then I'll tell you all about it.) Satisfied with that, they changed into today's set of tank-top and shorts, and adding on their favorite hoodie to cover it all.

(You know, what if it's too warm to wear that today? We might have to make something cold to keep you from overheating.) Tock said, as they were bunching up the hoodie's huge sleeves to tie their shoelaces. It had said it teasingly enough that they weren't too worried, but still...

No! That stuff takes forever to wash out. You should know, 'cause I was the one who had to wash it! No cold stuff.

(I know, I know. But if your body is too warm...)

Besides, it wouldn't be as soft if it was covered in cold goop. They ran the fabric through their fingers, to demonstrate.

(Soft is good. Keep it soft. What was I saying?)

They finished their shoelace knots with a giggle. I promise not to get overheated. I'll take it off if I need to. Which was true, though more because they didn't want to ruin the big coat if they met up with an Entity and needed acid or something. They hadn't seen another coat like it in a pretty long time, and knew they'd both be uncomfortable without it.

(Your concern for your own well-being is very commendable.) It said, sarcastically enough for them to blush a little. (But if you don't leave for breakfast soon, they'll be out of that food you like.)

They don't run out of the foods I like.

(Well, then I suppose I'll just be hungry. And here I was, thinking you cared about poor old me...) It sent an image of a faceless person wiping away a tear, which just made Io laugh again.

Alright, okay, we're going! Of course I care about you, weirdo. They slid open the door to their room and followed the signs to the cafeteria, trying to hide their smile to avoid unnerving anyone they passed. They slipped into the line for parasite nutrition first, sending Tock the image of a smug hero going through a dramatic self-sacrifice for their best friend, to which it simply responded with the sound of a stomach growling. They resisted the urge to roll their eyes or do anything else that'd bring attention to themself, and popped open their allotted blood pack, downing it as quickly as they could. It tasted awful, like the time they tried to lick their hand after it was covered in goo, but they thought they were getting used to the taste by now.

(Ah, there we go. Your noble duties are truly appreciated, O Mighty Io. Truly, I am eternally grateful for your services.)

They bit back a snort. Stop trying to make me laugh! People will look at me weird again. They followed the lineup of other carriers to the rest of the food, licking their teeth to try to get the rest of the taste out. They grabbed a tray and filled it with their usual fare–toast, eggs, sausage, milk–and found an empty table to sit at. I get enough looks as it is.

(Well there's an easy solution to that.)

What?

(Just burn their eyes out with acid. Then they won't be able to look at you anymore.)

They gave their toast a very exasperated look. For the last time, no, I'm not gonna burn anyone's eyes out with acid.

(Unless they really need it?)

Unless they really need it. And with that, they dug in.

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ooc: and there's Io And Their Horrifying Interdimensional Telepathic Parasite Wake Up And Eat Food, the book, the movie. hope this all checks out! if not, tell me what i need to edit and i'll edit it. if anybody else has a young enough character to live in the Science Orphanage and wants to interact with io, feel free; but keep in mind that they're pretty shy with everybody that's not their parasite, and they might not say too much.

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[ IO + (TOCK) ]

An alarm beeped, like it always did, and they shot up in panic, like they always did. They'd complained, once, that these alarm tones were too loud, and that they always woke up scared, and they hated waking up like that. To this, their superior simply said "that must mean it's working" and walked on, dismissing them. They didn't ask again.

They fumbled the buttons on the clock until the beeping stopped, then sat up to wait in the silence. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. And...

(Good morning, Io.)

Almost instantly, they felt calmer, the brief scare from the loud alarm already fading. Morning! they thought back, smiling despite the fact that no one could see them. They checked their clock–which dutifully read 06:30–and their rock collection, hidden under their pillow–one flat gray one, one red one, two speckled black-and-white ones, and two white sparkly ones, same as yesterday–and, after finding everything in order, hopped out of bed. Did you dream anything last night?

(Just saw what you were dreaming, same as usual.) They tried to hide their disappointment at that, which of course was useless when the one they were hiding from was in their head. (Don't worry. I'm sure I'll dream up something myself eventually, and then I'll tell you all about it.) Satisfied with that, they changed into today's set of tank-top and shorts, and adding on their favorite hoodie to cover it all.

(You know, what if it's too warm to wear that today? We might have to make something cold to keep you from overheating.) Tock said, as they were bunching up the hoodie's huge sleeves to tie their shoelaces. It had said it teasingly enough that they weren't too worried, but still...

No! That stuff takes forever to wash out. You should know, 'cause I was the one who had to wash it! No cold stuff.

(I know, I know. But if your body is too warm...)

Besides, it wouldn't be as soft if it was covered in cold goop. They ran the fabric through their fingers, to demonstrate.

(Soft is good. Keep it soft. What was I saying?)

They finished their shoelace knots with a giggle. I promise not to get overheated. I'll take it off if I need to. Which was true, though more because they didn't want to ruin the big coat if they met up with an Entity and needed acid or something. They hadn't seen another coat like it in a pretty long time, and knew they'd both be uncomfortable without it.

(Your concern for your own well-being is very commendable.) It said, sarcastically enough for them to blush a little. (But if you don't leave for breakfast soon, they'll be out of that food you like.)

They don't run out of the foods I like.

(Well, then I suppose I'll just be hungry. And here I was, thinking you cared about poor old me...) It sent an image of a faceless person wiping away a tear, which just made Io laugh again.

Alright, okay, we're going! Of course I care about you, weirdo. They slid open the door to their room and followed the signs to the cafeteria, trying to hide their smile to avoid unnerving anyone they passed. They slipped into the line for parasite nutrition first, sending Tock the image of a smug hero going through a dramatic self-sacrifice for their best friend, to which it simply responded with the sound of a stomach growling. They resisted the urge to roll their eyes or do anything else that'd bring attention to themself, and popped open their allotted blood pack, downing it as quickly as they could. It tasted awful, like the time they tried to lick their hand after it was covered in goo, but they thought they were getting used to the taste by now.

(Ah, there we go. Your noble duties are truly appreciated, O Mighty Io. Truly, I am eternally grateful for your services.)

They bit back a snort. Stop trying to make me laugh! People will look at me weird again. They followed the lineup of other carriers to the rest of the food, licking their teeth to try to get the rest of the taste out. They grabbed a tray and filled it with their usual fare–toast, eggs, sausage, milk–and found an empty table to sit at. I get enough looks as it is.

(Well there's an easy solution to that.)

What?

(Just burn their eyes out with acid. Then they won't be able to look at you anymore.)

They gave their toast a very exasperated look. For the last time, no, I'm not gonna burn anyone's eyes out with acid.

(Unless they really need it?)

Unless they really need it. And with that, they dug in.

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ooc: and there's Io And Their Horrifying Interdimensional Telepathic Parasite Wake Up And Eat Food, the book, the movie. hope this all checks out! if not, tell me what i need to edit and i'll edit it. if anybody else has a young enough character to live in the Science Orphanage and wants to interact with io, feel free; but keep in mind that they're pretty shy with everybody that's not their parasite, and they might not say too much.

@Annekin @ChaoticKagura @Alkeid @Sylveadiff @Ragnaroc @Roc @originforme @NekoTheKat @Cadomarie @Cait44

Akemi ll Inside Her Bathroom

A bright white light shines through the creaked open door of Akemi’s bathroom. The female hangs over her sink, looking into her mirror and applying some black eye liner. Her cat's eye is perfect. Smooth lines of dark ink, surround her almond brown eyes with endless effort. Eve, her mischievous parasite, snickers and chuckles in the background.
What, Eve what!? Akemi sighs, putting her eye liner’s cap back on and placing it into her make up case.

Nothing...nothing. Just don't know why you bother with this kind of stuff? It’s way too early for this and you are just going to the grocery for gods now why, since you are rich.

The Sun just had raised a hour ago, at the subtle time of 6:30, Akemi prepares for her day. I like to look nice, that is why. I wouldn’t expect a parasite like you to understand. Akemi grabs some lip color and lip gloss from her make up bag. She unscrews the cap and applies the Lip color, evenly on her lips. She smacks her lips together, and with a nice ‘pop’ sound, she admires her work. So nice, i’m so good at this!

Eve scoffs, “ I wouldn’t because it’s stupid and i have nowhere to go. We parasites wouldn’t worry about trivial things anyway...Anyway. Akemi you are pretty, let’s get going! Come one! It’s been like an hour already!

Akemi turns her head from side to side and then applies a small amount of lip gloss over her lips as well. You wouldn’t because you are a like a grub and don’t have any facial features to do so. Also, don’t rush perfection! A lady must apply her face properly. Akemi looks at herself a few more times before packing her bag up and leaving the bathroom. Decked out in her favorite outfit, filled with leather and denim, she adjusts her hat, grabs her favorite black bag, with all her money, and walks down her long stair case. Remembering to stick her lip color and lip gloss in her purse for good measure.

Unlike popular belief, Akemi’s house wasn’t a huge mansion. It was a big house, filled with many empty rooms, which her parents dressed at guest rooms. Akemi herself, had a nice master bedroom and master bath, like her parents, but honestly her room was quiet bare. Either, Akemi was lucky to have the house she has, District 6 would be especially grateful.

First of all, you have no idea what i look like. Second of all, beauty is the last thing i’d worry about and third of all! I’m hungry! Grab some blood with you.

Eve, you just ate. Like, when i woke up.

Yeah, but...i am hungry. If i starve, you die do...better do what I tell you princess!

Ugh...you know i hate drinking blood..Fine! But no more blood till i reach the store.

Yay! Okay, fine. Just like, walk fast!

Akemi rolls her eyes and shakes her head. She goes to the fridge, stuffs a blood bag in her purse and goes on her merry way, out the door.

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Akemi ll Inside Her Bathroom

A bright white light shines through the creaked open door of Akemi’s bathroom. The female hangs over her sink, looking into her mirror and applying some black eye liner. Her cat's eye is perfect. Smooth lines of dark ink, surround her almond brown eyes with endless effort. Eve, her mischievous parasite, snickers and chuckles in the background.
What, Eve what!? Akemi sighs, putting her eye liner’s cap back on and placing it into her make up case.

Nothing...nothing. Just don't know why you bother with this kind of stuff? It’s way too early for this and you are just going to the grocery for gods now why, since you are rich.

The Sun just had raised a hour ago, at the subtle time of 6:30, Akemi prepares for her day. I like to look nice, that is why. I wouldn’t expect a parasite like you to understand. Akemi grabs some lip color and lip gloss from her make up bag. She unscrews the cap and applies the Lip color, evenly on her lips. She smacks her lips together, and with a nice ‘pop’ sound, she admires her work. So nice, i’m so good at this!

Eve scoffs, “ I wouldn’t because it’s stupid and i have nowhere to go. We parasites wouldn’t worry about trivial things anyway...Anyway. Akemi you are pretty, let’s get going! Come one! It’s been like an hour already!

Akemi turns her head from side to side and then applies a small amount of lip gloss over her lips as well. You wouldn’t because you are a like a grub and don’t have any facial features to do so. Also, don’t rush perfection! A lady must apply her face properly. Akemi looks at herself a few more times before packing her bag up and leaving the bathroom. Decked out in her favorite outfit, filled with leather and denim, she adjusts her hat, grabs her favorite black bag, with all her money, and walks down her long stair case. Remembering to stick her lip color and lip gloss in her purse for good measure.

Unlike popular belief, Akemi’s house wasn’t a huge mansion. It was a big house, filled with many empty rooms, which her parents dressed at guest rooms. Akemi herself, had a nice master bedroom and master bath, like her parents, but honestly her room was quiet bare. Either, Akemi was lucky to have the house she has, District 6 would be especially grateful.

First of all, you have no idea what i look like. Second of all, beauty is the last thing i’d worry about and third of all! I’m hungry! Grab some blood with you.

Eve, you just ate. Like, when i woke up.

Yeah, but...i am hungry. If i starve, you die do...better do what I tell you princess!

Ugh...you know i hate drinking blood..Fine! But no more blood till i reach the store.

Yay! Okay, fine. Just like, walk fast!

Akemi rolls her eyes and shakes her head. She goes to the fridge, stuffs a blood bag in her purse and goes on her merry way, out the door.

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{{ Axel }}

Axel really never enjoyed alarms and had spent most of his life trying to avoid them. Once he became a carrier and moved into one of the orphanages, though, he didn't really get to have much of a say in his usage of them.
There happened to be a particularly annoying alarm next to his bed, just out of his reach, that always went off at precisely 6:30 every morning. He did not appreciate this, and nor did Noctistasis.

Hey, hurry up and turn that thing off! Noctistasis’s thoughts pierced through his mind.

Jeez, you’re almost worse than the alarm… He thought back, only half meaning it. While Noctistasis was not exactly the kindest and tended to be kind of bossy, at least he wasn't half as irritating as the alarm. To Axel, the parasite’s words were like a distorted echo of his own consciousness, which, when the words weren't as harsh, could be strangely comforting. Noct also wasn't usually as loud and brutal in tone as the alarm was.
Axel scooted himself along sideways towards the side of his bed, stretching his arm towards the alarm while trying to remain comfortable at the same time. It proved to be an impossible task. He sat up in defeat and leaned forward to silence the alarm.

About time.
Also, don’t miss breakfast. We’re a little low on blood right now.

Axel didn't bother making his bed, though he knew if it was found unmade he’d likely get in trouble. I’ll take care of it later, he thought to himself. Food is the priority right now.
If parasites could nod in agreement, then Noctistasis was doing that.

Yes. Get a move on.

He quickly changed out of his sleepwear and into a simple pair of comfy tan-ish trousers and a plain white tee, pulling a grey cotton jacket on over that. He slipped his reading glasses into his pocket and ran a hand through his hair quickly, untangling any particularly unruly strands and putting them in their place. He slipped on socks and shoes, not caring too much if it matched what he was wearing. Thankfully neutrals generally match most other colors. He stood up, glancing around quickly to make sure he hadn't forgotten to do anything particularly important.

Should I bring a book as well?

Sure. I wouldn't mind, I guess.

By “I wouldn't mind”, Axel knew that Noctistasis meant “please please please do that”, so he picked up one of the books sitting on his dresser and tucked it under his arm, heading off to breakfast. He silently wondered if “please” was even a part of Noct’s vocabulary, but then reminded himself that he honestly didn't care what Noct said if it didn't actually make him feel like he’d messed up.

Walk faster. I’m starting to get really hungry, here.

Upon reaching the cafeteria, Axel made a beeline for the line supplying blood, wanting to get the process over with. Blood was a bit too metallic for his taste, but since his parasite needed it, he preferred to just get it out of the way. Besides, the sooner his bloodstream was replenished, the sooner Noctistasis would stop nagging him to eat. As soon as he got the bag, he popped it open and swallowed it down, not even bothering to wait until he found a seat.

Why do you like this stuff? It tastes horrible.

It’s how I stay alive, moron. I don’t need to like it… Though it does have an acquired taste. You’ll get it eventually.

Moving onto the next line, he grabbed a tray and gave himself a fairly large serving of eggs, a few strips of bacon, a little container of strawberry yogurt, and orange juice. Looking around, he saw that most of the tables were pretty full, but that one remained empty with the exception of one kid. Deciding that sitting there was probably his best option, he strode over to the table, book still tucked under one arm.

Gonna make a new friend, huh? Good luck.

I’ll pretend you weren't being sarcastic. He scowled, but only for a moment, continuing towards the table.

“Hey, do you mind if I sit here? I won't bother you if you don’t want me to, I just kind of wanted to find a… less busy table to read at while I ate,” he explained a bit nervously, glancing around the room and then back towards the kid sitting down at the table. They looked younger than Axel, though by how much exactly he was not sure.

Hopefully they won’t try to make small talk… That's not really my thing.

Yeah, you’re pretty bad at that kinda stuff.

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{{ Axel }}

Axel really never enjoyed alarms and had spent most of his life trying to avoid them. Once he became a carrier and moved into one of the orphanages, though, he didn't really get to have much of a say in his usage of them.
There happened to be a particularly annoying alarm next to his bed, just out of his reach, that always went off at precisely 6:30 every morning. He did not appreciate this, and nor did Noctistasis.

Hey, hurry up and turn that thing off! Noctistasis’s thoughts pierced through his mind.

Jeez, you’re almost worse than the alarm… He thought back, only half meaning it. While Noctistasis was not exactly the kindest and tended to be kind of bossy, at least he wasn't half as irritating as the alarm. To Axel, the parasite’s words were like a distorted echo of his own consciousness, which, when the words weren't as harsh, could be strangely comforting. Noct also wasn't usually as loud and brutal in tone as the alarm was.
Axel scooted himself along sideways towards the side of his bed, stretching his arm towards the alarm while trying to remain comfortable at the same time. It proved to be an impossible task. He sat up in defeat and leaned forward to silence the alarm.

About time.
Also, don’t miss breakfast. We’re a little low on blood right now.

Axel didn't bother making his bed, though he knew if it was found unmade he’d likely get in trouble. I’ll take care of it later, he thought to himself. Food is the priority right now.
If parasites could nod in agreement, then Noctistasis was doing that.

Yes. Get a move on.

He quickly changed out of his sleepwear and into a simple pair of comfy tan-ish trousers and a plain white tee, pulling a grey cotton jacket on over that. He slipped his reading glasses into his pocket and ran a hand through his hair quickly, untangling any particularly unruly strands and putting them in their place. He slipped on socks and shoes, not caring too much if it matched what he was wearing. Thankfully neutrals generally match most other colors. He stood up, glancing around quickly to make sure he hadn't forgotten to do anything particularly important.

Should I bring a book as well?

Sure. I wouldn't mind, I guess.

By “I wouldn't mind”, Axel knew that Noctistasis meant “please please please do that”, so he picked up one of the books sitting on his dresser and tucked it under his arm, heading off to breakfast. He silently wondered if “please” was even a part of Noct’s vocabulary, but then reminded himself that he honestly didn't care what Noct said if it didn't actually make him feel like he’d messed up.

Walk faster. I’m starting to get really hungry, here.

Upon reaching the cafeteria, Axel made a beeline for the line supplying blood, wanting to get the process over with. Blood was a bit too metallic for his taste, but since his parasite needed it, he preferred to just get it out of the way. Besides, the sooner his bloodstream was replenished, the sooner Noctistasis would stop nagging him to eat. As soon as he got the bag, he popped it open and swallowed it down, not even bothering to wait until he found a seat.

Why do you like this stuff? It tastes horrible.

It’s how I stay alive, moron. I don’t need to like it… Though it does have an acquired taste. You’ll get it eventually.

Moving onto the next line, he grabbed a tray and gave himself a fairly large serving of eggs, a few strips of bacon, a little container of strawberry yogurt, and orange juice. Looking around, he saw that most of the tables were pretty full, but that one remained empty with the exception of one kid. Deciding that sitting there was probably his best option, he strode over to the table, book still tucked under one arm.

Gonna make a new friend, huh? Good luck.

I’ll pretend you weren't being sarcastic. He scowled, but only for a moment, continuing towards the table.

“Hey, do you mind if I sit here? I won't bother you if you don’t want me to, I just kind of wanted to find a… less busy table to read at while I ate,” he explained a bit nervously, glancing around the room and then back towards the kid sitting down at the table. They looked younger than Axel, though by how much exactly he was not sure.

Hopefully they won’t try to make small talk… That's not really my thing.

Yeah, you’re pretty bad at that kinda stuff.

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I'm apologizing for Aigno being a creepy little basterd.

LEVYN

We are thirsty.

No, you are.

Oh please, we're a team ~

Aigno had a smooth voice, and while Levyn hated to admit it, he could listen to it for days. He often wondered where he had even snapped it from: It weren't a variation of Lev's own, as his voice was rather low and husky, unlike the more high pitched tones of Aigno's. But the parasite sounded like a girl when he laughed, causing chills to run down Lev's spine of discomfort.

They had only been in the French Establishment for a few days, and while Lev didn't seem to be effected by the change (as long as there was oxygen he didn't bother), it had made Aigno stressed for whatever reason. And thirsty, for that matter. If he didn't got any blood he would start to misbehave and send small electric shocks across Lev's body.

But it's okay, the parasite had murmured, I know you like it. Don't you?
With a sight, Lev had shaken his head. You're sick.
Oh please, and you're both shy and ashamed! Aigno giggled and Lev was close to slap himself on the head, as if he could hit him. But then again, he was used to him. It was just his kind of chatter. If we go get that blood, will you shut the hell up?
Mhhh, maybe.

Soon after they stood at a little mini fridge, the sharp bulbs enlightening the entire room.
He took a sip of it, tasting the blood on his tongue. Sometimes he felt his teeth, as they were sharper as usual. How Aigno was even able to manipulate his teeth to grow sharper was out of Lev's wits and interest, but he was slowly gaining canines.
You wanna make me look like a vampire? Having you as a freak is enough, I don't have to portray it on the outside as well. We should try to bite something with them, don't you think? Come on, it could be funny. A lot more. Taste real blood from a warm, breathing person.. The salty skin..
Lev felt the salvia reaching the corner of his mouth. It was crimson red from their meal and he wiped it away with the back of his hand.
Take your creepy fantasies and shove them up your arse, Aigno. Without drinking the rest of the synthetic blood he rose from the bed and started to get some clothes on.
He was only wearing his cargo jeans and needed to find a shirt so they could get going.
Today was the day he would have to be shown around.
Try and behave or you'll starve.
You want me to starve, don't you? So I'll have to punish you.

Aigno was humming Beethoven as they left the apartment, but Levyn stayed silent.

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I'm apologizing for Aigno being a creepy little basterd.

LEVYN

We are thirsty.

No, you are.

Oh please, we're a team ~

Aigno had a smooth voice, and while Levyn hated to admit it, he could listen to it for days. He often wondered where he had even snapped it from: It weren't a variation of Lev's own, as his voice was rather low and husky, unlike the more high pitched tones of Aigno's. But the parasite sounded like a girl when he laughed, causing chills to run down Lev's spine of discomfort.

They had only been in the French Establishment for a few days, and while Lev didn't seem to be effected by the change (as long as there was oxygen he didn't bother), it had made Aigno stressed for whatever reason. And thirsty, for that matter. If he didn't got any blood he would start to misbehave and send small electric shocks across Lev's body.

But it's okay, the parasite had murmured, I know you like it. Don't you?
With a sight, Lev had shaken his head. You're sick.
Oh please, and you're both shy and ashamed! Aigno giggled and Lev was close to slap himself on the head, as if he could hit him. But then again, he was used to him. It was just his kind of chatter. If we go get that blood, will you shut the hell up?
Mhhh, maybe.

Soon after they stood at a little mini fridge, the sharp bulbs enlightening the entire room.
He took a sip of it, tasting the blood on his tongue. Sometimes he felt his teeth, as they were sharper as usual. How Aigno was even able to manipulate his teeth to grow sharper was out of Lev's wits and interest, but he was slowly gaining canines.
You wanna make me look like a vampire? Having you as a freak is enough, I don't have to portray it on the outside as well. We should try to bite something with them, don't you think? Come on, it could be funny. A lot more. Taste real blood from a warm, breathing person.. The salty skin..
Lev felt the salvia reaching the corner of his mouth. It was crimson red from their meal and he wiped it away with the back of his hand.
Take your creepy fantasies and shove them up your arse, Aigno. Without drinking the rest of the synthetic blood he rose from the bed and started to get some clothes on.
He was only wearing his cargo jeans and needed to find a shirt so they could get going.
Today was the day he would have to be shown around.
Try and behave or you'll starve.
You want me to starve, don't you? So I'll have to punish you.

Aigno was humming Beethoven as they left the apartment, but Levyn stayed silent.

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Mentioned: --
Addressed: Cog
Notes: You guys don't have to rush to get your characters to district 4, they just have to be there by nightfall RP time. Also, I think I said district 3 before, it's 4. Military, not medical district. xD I don't know the city I created wow. Also switched Cog's words to bold bc its more noticeable than italics.

|| Larka ||

Cogylius had fallen silent for several moments, allowing Larka for rare time to think as she slowly ate a bowl of cereal at the otherwise vacant countertop. Her kitchen was practically bare and sparkling clean; it was hard to make messes when you weren't home three quarters of the time. The government had given her a suitable living quarters, one they deemed worthy of a warrior that was likely to die by the age of 25. But the largeness of her apartment only made Larka feel lonely.

Inevitably, Cogylius voice eventually rang in her head again, shattering the silence. At the very least it reminded her that she wasn't totally alone. Aren't you supposed to be hurrying? he inquired.

For what? responded Larka.

They ordered all carriers to be at District 4 you dimwit.

I remember. They said to be there by tonight, it's barely seven in the morning. We've got time.

They're calling you all in because of the entities outside the wall... Cogylius' voice trailed off, his tone slightly hopeful for reasons Larka couldn't fathom.

Mhm.

You think we'll get to fight today? I've been so god*mn bored lately I'm about to shoot myself. Cogylius had picked up cursing early on after their synchronization, from the men that used to train her back in District 4. They obviously couldn't care less about their vulgar vocabulary, despite her young age. From her, he'd picked up metaphors, human metaphors. She found it pretty amusing when he used them, seeing as to how he didn't exactly have arms to shoot himself.

Not today. Tomorrow, maybe. Cogylius had always been provocative and aggressive; he loved to fight, even as he slaughtered what would've been his allies. It was one thing they had in common. Larka wasn't a violent girl, but if there was one thing she found purpose in it was killing entities. She tossed her bowl into the sink before jogging upstairs to change into her combat uniform. Even though she had acted as if she was in no rush, she was out the door within the next thirty minutes, all signs of 'taking her time' thrown out the window. It had been a long time since she'd been to District 4... a long time since she'd seen another carrier.

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Mentioned: --
Addressed: Cog
Notes: You guys don't have to rush to get your characters to district 4, they just have to be there by nightfall RP time. Also, I think I said district 3 before, it's 4. Military, not medical district. xD I don't know the city I created wow. Also switched Cog's words to bold bc its more noticeable than italics.

|| Larka ||

Cogylius had fallen silent for several moments, allowing Larka for rare time to think as she slowly ate a bowl of cereal at the otherwise vacant countertop. Her kitchen was practically bare and sparkling clean; it was hard to make messes when you weren't home three quarters of the time. The government had given her a suitable living quarters, one they deemed worthy of a warrior that was likely to die by the age of 25. But the largeness of her apartment only made Larka feel lonely.

Inevitably, Cogylius voice eventually rang in her head again, shattering the silence. At the very least it reminded her that she wasn't totally alone. Aren't you supposed to be hurrying? he inquired.

For what? responded Larka.

They ordered all carriers to be at District 4 you dimwit.

I remember. They said to be there by tonight, it's barely seven in the morning. We've got time.

They're calling you all in because of the entities outside the wall... Cogylius' voice trailed off, his tone slightly hopeful for reasons Larka couldn't fathom.

Mhm.

You think we'll get to fight today? I've been so god*mn bored lately I'm about to shoot myself. Cogylius had picked up cursing early on after their synchronization, from the men that used to train her back in District 4. They obviously couldn't care less about their vulgar vocabulary, despite her young age. From her, he'd picked up metaphors, human metaphors. She found it pretty amusing when he used them, seeing as to how he didn't exactly have arms to shoot himself.

Not today. Tomorrow, maybe. Cogylius had always been provocative and aggressive; he loved to fight, even as he slaughtered what would've been his allies. It was one thing they had in common. Larka wasn't a violent girl, but if there was one thing she found purpose in it was killing entities. She tossed her bowl into the sink before jogging upstairs to change into her combat uniform. Even though she had acted as if she was in no rush, she was out the door within the next thirty minutes, all signs of 'taking her time' thrown out the window. It had been a long time since she'd been to District 4... a long time since she'd seen another carrier.

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Daniel-Tishal
"Again"Daniel shouted as he jumped into the air as high as he could"(OK here goes)tishal said telepathically as the practice dummies came into range,Daniel threw a pair of knives straight at the first dummy,before putting more mass into his right arm to smash the second one"Still not good enough he thought as he walked over to grab his bottle of water, they were in the gym of their house,which was granted to them by the government,training all morning"(I'm a little tired and hungry can we stop for today)tishal asked him as he got into position to continue their training"[no we have to get this move right[/b]he grumbled angrily at tishal"ok if you say so)",Daniel jumped up again and repeated the same technique from before,but when he had enhance his arm to attack the dummy,it returned to normal as he was going to hit the dummy and he fell face first on the floor.

"(I told you that I was tired and hungry,but did you listen,no you didn't, you don't know how to take good care of yourself clearly)"tishal said as he picked himslef up from the floor"ok one pack and that's it"daniel said as he climbethe stairs to the kitchen"(and get something to eat too ok)"tishal said sofly as he took the bag from the fridge"yes momsamuel said playfully,before he drank the blood from the bag as tishal let out a satisfying sigh""(weshould get going or we're going to be late for the big meeting today,did you already pack everything you're gonna need)"tishal almost screeched in his head as she was clearlly looking forward to this"yea got everything"samuel said as he went upstairs to begin his journey after he was finished Ewing breakfast, he swung the bag over his shoulders and set out for the meatingnafter he had made sure everything was locked upon tishal's request.

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