Real Terror! ((Still acccepting RPers. Scary RP Rated T)) ANOUNCEMENT!

(Dammit! I missed it! Well since the only alternative female option is to wait for toko to get back and to have Nick be a pedo, I'd like to get Lily, because I'm a douche like that and I want to squeez the most dramer out of this as possible.)

Nick stood around. Waiting for Lily and Michael's turn to end. He was a little disappointed at not getting picked. It was just a game right? "Yes Nicholas, and pigs can fly." He thought to himself. He could hear them from around the closet, and he knew they were both quite enjoying it. He could tell. This sort of got to him, and his hand ignited, only for a moment. He tried not to let it get to him. Hey, if she liked Michael. "I'm going on a short expedition. He told the others. "Tell me if Lily gets another turn." he continued. He really needed to kill something, and didn't want to wait until Mike came out of the closet. He walked out of the room. But he didn't stray too far.

Lily smiled "I think our time's almost out." she said, disapointedly. never the less, she kissed him again.

"OK guys! time is up!" Alan said."Hope your cliche make-out session was nice." Alan said trying to keep the playfulness in his voice. To be honest he was jealous of Micheal. Not for Lily though. The fact that this stuttering pittyparty of a person was able to get possibly the toughest girl to get ever royaly pissed him off. What the hell does he deserve? and i thought this world was one of equality...no, Alan, don't think like that.Being angry will do you no good. Why should I be angry anyway? I should be happy I'm even here considering the complete ass I've been to these people. Damn my mind. Alan shook off the thoughts.








((Random character development or bad RPing, who knows.))

Nick continued to wander around the house. It seemed to be a really old place. He found the odd cob web, or oddly dusty dresser. He decided to stop by the kitchen, he soon decided against this as he saw how many knives could be thrown at him at once. He wasn't about to be sushi tonight. He didn't know why he was so scared of something as simple as that though. He felt the need to do something brainless. Most people would use that to explain most of his actions, but he knew differently. He saw his opportunity as he saw a girl in a white wedding dress float by in another room. Not really noticing him. He took out the book It was ghost slaying time. He grinned with a little ectoplasm lust, then realizing how nerdy that sounded, then crept forwards. He walked after her, and she continued to float, not noticing him. He ignited his fist again, hungry flames engulfed his fist. "Evenin' ma'am." he said still grinning, maliciously. The ghost seemed to stiffen, and then slowly turn around. When she was finally facing him, he saw a look of terror on her face, like she was about to scream. He saw tears forming around her eyes, which, on a ghost looked very weird, in contrast with her slightly transparent body. Nick quickly realized that she was in fact terrified, and that she was also in fact about to scream. Well, to be expected when you see somebody light their hand on fire. He doused the flames. "I'm sorry! It's okay, I won't hurt you just don't scream, there are some other people here who might not be too happy with me if that happened!" he said, raising his hands defensively. The ghost still looked scared, but she relaxed a little. "D- do you mean like other people?" she asked, in a confused sort of stutter. Nick nodded. "You mean there's more than just you and I?" she continued. Nick gave her a confused look then remembered something Taryn had said, about a ghost who didn't realize he was dead. She must be like that. Nick didn't really want to burst her bubble before she bumped into a wall and slid right threw. She could find that out on her own, otherwise it might just be a crazy ghost. She looked a little more scared now. "You need to get out of here!" She ordered floating about fretfully. She was seriously scared now. "There's ghosts in here!" she continued. Nick bit back his reply of, 'I noticed.' He wasn't sure what to say. "They'll try and convince you you're a ghost too as well! God knows how many times they've tried that on me." she continued. He felt a little sad for her now. God knows how many times they were right. He said in his head. He had decided on his something brainless. "Why don't you come with us?" he asked, and forced himself to look her in, or through her eyes. She gave him a bit of a sympathetic look. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I'm not done here though. I need to find my husban- oops! I mean fiancee." she said, correcting herself, and giggling at the end. On closer observation, she looked to be about 17. "We're getting married today." she said happily, and a bright smile was plastered on her face, and she blushed slightly. "Oh I just can't wait!" she continued. Nick backed away. He wasn't sure he could stand this. It was too cruel. He was afraid he would do something brainless again, but this time offer to help her find her husband, and get his ass killed, or kill her just to stop her from talking. "I hope you find him, uh." he replied, but he didn't know her name, and personally he liked it that way. "Millie." she said. And noticed that he was acting differently. "I need to go warn my friends." he said, and started to turn around, as a large gash appeared across her stomach, and for a moment she looked less pale, like what she did when she was human, and then slowly as blood poured away, he watched this sweet girl die before his eyes. She didn't notice. It must have been a ghostly power she didn't have control of, to let people witness their death. "Good luck Millie." he said, once he had turned around, and then he dashed off into the house once more. He could almost see a concerned look on her face as he ran away, and he felt tears run down his cheeks. He stopped in some sort of living room. "FU*K!" he screamed before kicking his leg through a chair. And started a small rampage, destroying whatever furniture he could see, for less than a minute before collapsing against a wall, and sobbing. Why was it always him? Why did he get the short end of the stick every single time, even when he was trying to be nice? Why did he have to get the book so early? Why did he have to deal with it? Why did he have to meet her, and watch her die? Why did he have to attract danger to his friends? And worst of all, why might he have to kill some of them? It was after this that he noticed he was close to the room that the others were in. He stopped crying, and let his breath even out before he muttered. "Double fu*k." and he wiped tears away from his eyes.

"Well then..." Michael said with a bittersweet feeling as he opened the door and gave Lily one last kiss before walking out with a small smile. "So have you decided whether you want to live or not?" The harsh voice rang through Michael's mind quickly. "....No, I still haven't changed my mind. Death is better then immortality." The boy stated simply before looking around the room. "Besides where would I even find the other b-?" The boy's thought was cut off as he saw Taryn reading a silver colored book as he felt a sharp burst of pain in his head as information flooded him and he fell to the ground, his face not showing any sign of knowing what was happening to him.

"Don't you see how perfect this is? Nicholas holds the Caster's book, Alan holds the Divine book, Taryn holds the book of spirits, and you yourself are the philosopher's book."All you need is the cursed book and you wouldn't even have to make the necessary sacrifices." The voices informed Michael as the boy's physical body continued to lie still while his eyes changed color rapidly, moving as well, as though it were reading something. "Why does it matter if I die? Why do you have to pester me about my own choices!?" Michael mentally shouted back at the two advisors who he wish would just leave him be.

"Because you are the philosopher's book, if you die then the book is gone and the set is broken. We can not allow that to happen and since we can't simply separate you from the book at this point, then we have to make sure that you live on.""Just find the cursed book and the set can be complete.""Why does the set need to be completed? Why is this so important?" Michael was asking as his thoughts turned to words and he looked up at the ceiling, now in control of his body but still full of questions. The conversation had only lasted thirteen seconds in real time but it had still taken it's toll on Michael's body as he felt his face, realizing that not only was his fever back worse then ever but that he had been crying as well.

"F***!" He heard a voice shout in the next room, a voice that was undeniably Nick's. Michael looked toward the next room rather surprised as he heard the sound of crashing and heavy items breaking. "Why couldn't the rest of the night been just as good as in the closet?" He asked himself as he sat up and wiped away a few of the tears on his face.

Alan grimaced as he heard the crashes from the other room. "I guess Nick isn't taking this well." He gave a nervous smile then noticed Michael. "Crap. He's having one of those breakdowns again."

"Michael, it's ok whatever it iss, stay here, I'll be right back." She said quickly. She grabbed alan by the arm,
"Come with me." She said, heading into the living room. She saw the furniture. "Shit, Nick, people live here, what the hell?"

"Gah! What do you want me for?" He asked and had no choice but to be dragged by Lily. he saw the living room. "Something tells me that this has more to it than simple jealousy."

Taryn heard crashing, furniture being ruined, she was sure. It gave her a headache. The book in her hand seemed to be protesting being on its chain any longer. She had a feeling she knew why. She looked up to see Michael. His face showed no obvious pain, but every looked so detailed, she swore she could see it. She unclipped the book from her wrist and all of its ink receded. She stuffed it back into her bag.

She stood up, following Alan and Lily into the living room. "Holy shit," she muttered, looking around at all of the damage that had been done. "What the hell hap_" she cut of her sentence, looking around. She felt something, maybe three or four other beings nearby. She looked at Nick, "Who are they?" she asked, quietly.

Ceshlyta just sat in the broken circle, contemplating. It seemed that Nick was having an emotional breakdown. She remembered the time when she had had a breakdown quite similar to his physically, but very different in nature. She never tried to remember it; rather, the memory came back on it's own, this time, in a flood.

"I want my mommy! You're not my real mommy!" the girl yelled, her ear-piercing shriek not reaching her own ears as the news was broken of her adoption. Her mom, with the baby in her arms, followed her around the house as she broke several pieces of furniture and various collectibles that would never be replaced, cooed, "Ceshie, Ceshie! Please calm down! You're my daughter and I love you!", but the cry for help ran past the girl's ears. "Your mommy couldn't take care of you anymore!" she said, unable to explain to a six-year-old that her birth mom couldn't pay everything she needed to because she was unemployed, and even food stamps and pensions couldn't keep food on the table. "Well if you're not going to help me, I'll find her myself!" the girl screamed, and ran out the front door. She ran two streets down as fast as her little legs would take her, her mom left crying on the porch, the baby crying, as well, as the girl tried desperately to find the house that held her birth mom, the one she didn't even remember.
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Several streets down, there was the brick wall. It called out to the girl, just begging to be hit by something. Anger taking over her, she kicked the wall several times, eventually adding her forehead into the wave of lashes, and soon, one kick turned into thirty, and one hit of the head turned into twenty, leaving the girl dazed and bleeding at the end, a sharp pain in her leg if she moved it. She couldn't stand any longer, and sank to the ground, whispering, "I'll never find mommy...I'l never...find...." before sinking into unconsciousness.
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When she awoke, there was white. White so bright, the girl thought she was in heaven. She felt no pain, not knowing the pain medications were kicking in. Then she looked to her right, and saw her adoptive mom, sleeping in a chair, along with a man in a business suit with a look of nervousness mixed with a serious glare, and a nurse who was in pink and blue Spongebob scrubs. She said, "Hi, honey. How are you feeling?" The comment's loudness hurt the girl's ears, even though it was spoken in a normal voice. "Mommy...where's mommy?" the girl whispered. "Why honey, she's right here." the nurse said. "No, not her...my other mommy." she mumbled. "Oh...well, she's not here. But I'm sure she loved you." the nurse said, finally realizing what was going on. "If a mommy can't take care of a baby, why should they even have one?" the girl asked solemnly. The nurse had to turn her head for a minute to regain composure, and then she said, "Well...when a mommy and daddy are having a baby, they may not think of some things, and think of others. Your mommy may not have thought of the money needed for a baby, but your mommy now loves you very much." the nurse explained, not even going in the direction that the girl might have been a mistake or worse. Unable to think that that was true, the girl curled into the fetal position and rocked herself back and forth, mumbling, "Mommy...why didn't you love me?" The nurse woke the mother, and said quietly, "It looks like these injuries were caused by self-injury." The mother just nodded, leaving the tears for later. "This girl needs to be in a mental facility, but we'll keep her here until the injuries are healed suffciently. Then we'll transfer her to the local facility. We'll need you to sign some forms, letting us transfer her." The mother just nodded, hoping this was dream that would go away. Meanwhile, for the next two weeks, all the girl did was being curled into the fetal position and mumbled to herself while rocking back and forth.
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After that, the memories blurred into one long, continuous memory. The mental hospital, the kids there, the therapy, her release from there, the homeschooling she did for a week before going back to school. All of this bombarded Ceshlyta in one fell swoop, and she desperately tried to stay composed. I have to be strong...strong for the others. I'm their lifeboat. If I sink, they all die. she thought, but even so, a tear escaped her eye, and she knew she had to get out of this public area before she broke down herself. She didn't want to be a worry to anyone there. They were already worried about Nick, so she said to anyone who would listen, "I'm going to explore the attic.", and walked up the stairs before anyone said no. Once she was out of the other's hearing range, sobs started to wrack the girl's body as she found the attic door. Thankful there was a small lock on the door, Ceshlyta locked the door so no one could follow, and ran to the opposite side of the attic and curled up into that familiar fetal pose, sobbing. It was still amazing that she could still get this badly shaken up over the incident, but there she was, crying and snotting, mumbling, "Why me? Why? I-I have...to be st-strong for all of them."

((I felt that my character needed to have a little more imperfectness than she had, and I felt that this would be a good time for character discovery))

Thomas frowned when he heard the crashes. He closed his eyes and murmured, "I sense dead people. Ghosts that can't find their way into the afterlife or are unwilling."

Taryn heard Thomas murmuring something in the other room. She only caught the words can't find their way into the afterlife or are unwilling. She assumed that he was talking about ghosts. One presence made her go slightly pale. She could sense ill-intentions in its energy.

Thomas' eyes opened and ran towards where he thought Taryn was. He was relieved to see that she was alright and was with the others. He spoke, "Are you guys okay?"

(She's in the other room with them.)

((yeah, kinda the same place. *reads above posts* and scince when this turn into a novel?))

(Oh. Editing.)

Michael sat up and looked towards what he supposed might have been the living room. The boy stood up and wiped his hands off of each other for no reason as he looked towards the doorway everyone had taken, then his eyes glanced towards Ceshlyta as he saw her leave. After making a conscious decision to pretend nothing had happened for everyone elses and his own sake. "I suppose of all people I'm one of the few that Nick would rather not look at right now..." He realized as he glanced at the ground feeling a bit guilty.
But then Michael heard Thomas talking about ghosts. "What do you mea-?" But his friend had already run to Taryn, giving Michael no other option but to follow if he wanted answers.

Taryn looked at both Michael and Thomas, "I think so, for the most part. Can't say the same for Nick, judging by the state of thte furniture... But something's watching us... and I don't like it."

Alan took a quick look around "Where's Ceshlyta? This is not a time to be alone." He said and dashed back to the living room for his sword then running back in. "I think i will need this."

"Nick, stop, it's ok, just quit it or we'll never be able to come back to investigate if need be." She said, rying to give him a reason.

((so are we stuck here until Nightmare or zukoismybf gets here?))

((Mostly.))

((Sorry, my bro wouldn't look at my computer that's messed up, and now I can't do anything on it because it's doing a virus scan, and it took me a while to remember that I could use my dad's laptop. I also had to reply to a PM regarding a new RP idea, and it was quite extensive))

Ceshlyta finally stopped crying after a few minutes. Wiping her eyes and nose on her sleeve, which she found nasty, she sat up and walked around the attic before finally unlocking the door and leaving her solitude. She still wanted to be alone for a few minutes, so she looked in the bedrooms. Dust covered the bed, the dresser, but the mirror seemed untouched. She looked into the mirror to judge her appearance, and besides red rings around her eyes, she saw nothing but a cloudy form far away in the reflection. Her head turned, and she saw nothing. "Damn, this is weird." she muttered. When she got to the door frame, a man in a suit appeared, but he was traslucent. "A...a ghost...." Ceshie whispered, and yelled down the stairs, her voice still hoarse, "Hey, guys! I found something, or someone, here!" She tried to sound like her normal, cheery voice, but a slight sad note still stayed.

Alan drew his sword and looked at the others. "Shall we begin the hunt, Nick should be able to blow off some steam." He said and dashed up the stairs to meet Ceshlyta. "Hey what did you fi- Oh wow!" He said and stopped upon seeing the ghost.

Nick heard the others around him and heard everything they were saying but he was numb. He was trapped in thought. He felt so many things rushing through his head. About himself and his grandfather, and what he had been told to do. "Keep them with you." the grizzled old man´s words echoed in his ears. Then Millie entered his head. Her and how she died at the hands of the ghosts. He felt something rising within him. This wasn´t the time for self pitty. He needed to get these people out of here. "I´m going to save everyone." he murmured. And his eyes became fierce, the gem on his hand shone with a furious light. He felt power, his power, and the power of his resolve. He stood up, weakly at first. He turned to Lily. "I´ve seen a lot of vampires. I´ve seen ones stronger than you. I knew one who specialized in reading auras too, he would drive people insane with his readings." Began Nick his head turned to the ground. He then looked up at her. "He read me once. He told me that my aura was sky blue, for valour, and caring. That was right before I ripped his fucking throat out." he said, with a slight glare. Not at her, but to give her a sample of who it was for. "I promised to protect all of you when I met you. I don´t go back on my word." he promised, and pushed his way between the group. "I´ve got some ghostly ass to kick. Anyone who wants to come, and make it out of here alive, come with me, and I´ll get you out of here." he said. and headed for the attic.

(I probably won´t be on much, I´m in Spain now, and my level of connectivity has been reduced to using the computers in the lobby, please don´t go too fast.)