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raptornest2016-07-26 08:03 pm
raptorbox) wrote in raptornest2016-07-26 08:03 pm
URBAN FANTASY POST
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Who feels like playing out some urban fantasy garbage cuz I SURE DO
It’s pretty straightforward - I’m gonna (probably gradually over time) get my guys on here with a brief idea of how they’d work in this setting, here are some prompts and such, feel free to pick one or more or just make up a thing yourself!
Species
Please note that you are free to decide details of how your character ‘works’ - a ghost could be trapped on the mortal plane because of unfinished business or a curse, a vampire could have been bitten or it could be a genetic trait, demons could be naturally malevolent or some of them are just dicks. It’s up to you!
1. Werewolf - Big furry woofers. Pretty straightforward.
2. Vampire - Blood-sucking, darkness, maybe bats or mist or something is involved?
3. Fae - Probably going to be more of Seelie vs. Unseelie mischief-causing variety than cute little flying people.
4. Demon - Ow, the edge.
5. Ghost - Remember when that one animated music video was super popular for like a month and you couldn’t take two steps without tripping over fanart of it? Anyway, your character is dead.
6. Human - You all know how these work. Do I even need a prompt for this?
Scenario
1. Monster Hunt - Have there been some mysterious murders? Magical destiny? Or maybe you just really hate people with pointy teeth.
2. Occult Shop - Hey, witches and such have to get their supplies somewhere. It could be hidden somewhere or out in plain daylight, but something about this store probably feels a little off. Or maybe it’s just the smell.
3. Turf War - Is vampires vs. werewolves still cool? I don’t even know. The point is you don’t like them and they don’t like you and this is YOUR TERRITORY. Or maybe it’s theirs. Maybe the real territory was the friends we made along the way.
4. INVESTIGATION - Look there’s no denying that some weird stuff happens in this city, and some people are bound to want to figure out just what. Potentially regardless of whether they’re prepared for what they’re getting themselves into.
[[I’ll probably add more eventually I’ve been out all day and I’m tired right now]]
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Got it. What are you aiming for, then?
[His tone is a little more sympathetic, now, if kind of cautious. He's heard a whole range of reasons for people trying to get into necromancy, everything from reviving deceased pets and loved ones to sending undead cockroaches to their enemies. The latter, at least, tended to be rarer.]
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[Foster doesn't like this line of questioning. He's not breaking eye contact now, but instead of being confident, it's such a supremely defensive gesture that his feelings are probably super transparent.]
.... That's kind of a risky question, isn't it? Wouldn't knowing that be a liability for you?
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But...
Honestly, trash like me isn't worth keeping track of! I was overly excited to be successful so far... but the more I think about it, the more I have to admit that I'm not worth very much at all. There's a reason I'm doing this alone, you know? It's much more likely that I'll fail over and over and eventually make such a mistake that I kill myself horribly.
Then all that will need to happen is someone to clean up after me, and the world can move on, a better place.
[Ginko, honestly. For all you know, he just wants a pet that won't die in ten years.
Except that's not his goal at all. Because a dog that dies in ten years is a dog that outlives him.]
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That was a pretty quick shift.
Ginko's expression hardly changes - maybe a slight lift of his eyebrows, but that's it. He's got plenty of practice at hiding his reactions to strange comments from customers. But, he's... not quite sure how to respond to this.]
...Well. Who knows.
Honestly, though, it sounds to me like necromancy may not be the solution to your problem, whatever it is.
[There are better options. Like therapy.]
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[Foster smiles self-deprecatingly. But his pale eyes are a little too piercing for him to totally disengage from that accusation.]
If you really want to know what I'm doing... you can go ahead and ask. I don't mind. But... you'll have to ask me directly. I'm not going to burden you with such a terrible and tedious story without being absolutely sure you want me to!
[That would just be RUDE.]
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[He hardly hesitates before answering - then realizes that might sound like he isn't taking this seriously.]
I don't doubt that it's pretty upsetting. But I'd rather know and be able to help you as well as I can.
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Ah......]
... it's possible that you said yes out of an unwillingness to hurt my feelings, but even so, thank you for giving me a chance to explain myself. Don't worry about helping me, though! It's not really possible--and I wouldn't want you to trouble yourself over someone like me.
You see, the inside of my head is rotting. Not very quickly. In stages. The disease is invisible, but it's very real. It's taking up the space where my memories used to go, amongst other things. It's a a bit of a slow process, but I've had it for a few years now, so I don't have much time left!
There is no cure, of course. They can slow it with medication, and I'm taking it, but.....
[He trails off, looks sideways at the floor. Then looks back up at Ginko.]
Well, anyway. I'm hopeful that with enough practise, I'll be able to raise myself from the dead in a few months, when I kill myself. That's all!
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At least it's easier to keep himself from reacting visibly when he doesn't know how to react. Suddenly, a lot about all this makes a lot more sense - but that doesn't keep his chest from tightening up at that last part in particular.]
...I see. I'm sorry to hear that.
[And? He pushes himself for more, something actually useful. The thought of what Foster is planning makes his stomach turn, but-- can he tell him no?
Assist in suicide and necromancy or condemn a man to a slow, potentially avoidable death.
He tears his gaze away from Foster's face, staring down at his notes instead, like he might have written down the answer somewhere without noticing.]
And you're... absolutely sure that this is your only option?
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I don't... I. You have to ask?? Haha... hahaha.
Being alive is a privilege I'm scarcely allowed, and I've already failed spectacularly. I'm not... I'm not done. I haven't done enough yet--
[He suddenly closes his hand to grab a fistful of hair and tries to rip it out, half-succeeding, pale blue eyes unfocused and wide.]
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[He doesn't want to have to decide this. At all.
But, when it comes down to it, this isn't about him anyway. He takes a deep breath, keeping it slow enough to hopefully not be too obvious. He can't even begin to say anything about the rest of what Foster is saying.
When he starts pulling at his hair, though, Ginko leans forward, frowning.] Hey-- okay, just... breathe, alright?
[...Dammit. When it comes down to it, it isn't much of a decision after all, is it?]
I... I'll get you the stuff you need. Just... be careful with what you're doing, alright?