Rebels & Mutineers is set in modern day New Orleans, Louisiana. R&M is fueled by player's plots and group input.
Supernatural people have always had their place in society, hidden in plain sight or locked away for their own protection. New Orleans, a haven for the strange and mysterious and a magnet for the supernatural.
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Post by nataliya brooks on Jul 14, 2019 19:06:33 GMT
Nataliya was having one of her days, one of her "don't talk to me or I kill you." Days to be exact. Something she wasn't proud of yet had to learn to control, which was why she was there. She looked out over the Skys, looking down at all the cars driving around on the streets, her dark thoughts causing her to stand on the edge. Her arms out level with her shoulders, looking down at the ground, a rush causing her heart rate to rise, to rise higher by the second as she was thinking about one step.
Could she do it? Would she do it? She didn't even know, but she had something to live for right? She forced herself down, turning around to look over the roof. Hoping no one was there to see her stupidity fill her. To nearly overcome her. Sometimes she felt the wolf inside of her wanted to become her, wanted to take her over. As if it didn't want to be caged anymore. Which ws always the case with her, she was nothing without this creature but this creature was nothing with her.
She decided when she was sure she was alone to lay down on the floor, looking up at the sky, she gently closed her eyes. Scenes from "that day" arising, forcing their ay to her dream state. She woke suddenly, sitting bolt up right, clearing tears from her face she looked up at the sky. She screamed at the top of her lungs. "Just leave me alone!" Something that was not particularly at anyone else, just the way she spoke to her mother. Planting those dreams in her head was her revenge for what she did to her. She knew it.
Days like this, Jaxon felt like his skin was going to crawl right off from him. Hurricane season was descending on Louisiana and he was getting flash backs to living in Seattle times a billion. He wrapped a blanket around himself to try to keep his nerves from just frying. He was a man of fire, he enjoyed the heat of Louisiana, the burn of the bright sunshine. Now? He felt like he was going to be sick all of the time. Jaxon pulled the blanket off from Cam's bed (couldn't take his own since Aisling made it up very nicely when they woke up that morning) and wrapped it around himself.
He was feeling like hell and was going to make sure that the sky and all of New Orleans knew it.
Jaxon kicked open the door to the roof entrance and wrapped the blanket around himself like the regal king he was. His curly blond hair poking wildly from the top of the blanket and the comforter locked under his chin. He heard someone yell from the roof about leaving her the fuck alone, which in a place like Phalanx should be enough to send him the opposite direction. Should. He had a bone to pick with the sky and he wasn't about to let anyone get in his way. Lumbering up the steps, he opened the door separating the roof from the inside. The boundary between him and whoever was screaming up there.
Phalanx was a dramatic bunch and he wouldn't have it any other way.
"You see, I would love to leave you alone but I have a bone to pick with the sky for making me feel like ass, and I'm afraid this is the best place in the whole house to scream at the universe." He walked towards her and took a seat on his favorite broken down lawn chair, "It's Nat, right? I'm Jaxon. Not sure if we met yet, so many people in this house anymore, I can barely keep up."
Post by nataliya brooks on Jul 17, 2019 11:10:47 GMT
She spun quickly to find the source of the voice, looking she found a boy, covered in duvet. She was wondering why he had replied to her message to her mother, then it all clicked into her mind. When he said he had a bone to pick with the sky, she turned back around, looking up at it. Using one hand to stroke away the few last tears that were there to make her life even worse.
”Well my words weren’t meant for anyone alive.” Her tone was shaky, yet still confident and inviting. ”It’s this place, it does that to you. I mean make you feel like ass.” She still had her back to him, she could hear him approaching and taking a seat. She wasn’t fussed, no one could take her on it wasn’t possible. Or at least she thought. ”Nataliya yes. Nat? No. If you don’t wanna say Nataliya, tali or Taliya is fine. I’m not trying to sound like an old lady.” Her tone somewhat playful toward the end of her statement.
She was looking up at the clouds now, a nice little thing she did whenever she was mad or upset at this world. Or herself. She blocked the memories from her mind as she did so, allowing her to come back to her bubbly and fun little self. A smile slowly curling up on her face, ”So you, who are you? What’s so special about you?” She turned now, to face the other, looking at him in wonder. Was he a shapeshifter? She doubted it. ”Tell me about your ability.” Her tone was curious, she always wandered what it would be like to have an ability instead of an animal.
Jaxon held the blanket around his shoulders, it was the rain that made him feel horrible and even though there weren't any falling from the sky, he knew they were coming. Growing up in Seattle, he always thought that he felt shitty all the time because his life was hell. Turns out, it was the weather. Being in Louisiana during the summer, he felt amazing. Now hurricane season was coming and he had no idea what to anticipate from it. When she looked up at him and wiped away some tears, he felt bad for her. Mostly because he knew that people were rarely at Phalanx because they had somewhere better to go. He took it upon himself to look after the new recruits and make sure that they felt safe and at home.
"You one of those mediums? I don't think we've had any of them since I've been here but if you're talking to the dead tell Abraham Lincolm what's up." He said while sitting down on one of the half alive arm chairs that survived too many storms to be thrown out. Chairs that have earned a place on the roof. "It's the weather changes, makes me feel like I'm dying." He explained, moving so the blanket was no longer around him, but over her shoulders instead. Mama might have been a strung out prostitute, but she made sure Jaxon was raised right in front of the TV and learned how to be a gentleman. "What you don't like Knick Nat? Knick Nat Natty Wack? Knick Nat Natty Wack give Ash a bone?" referencing the wolf shapeshifter that made it possible for them to all have a home. He was grateful, he was just a shit at showing it.
Jaxon leaned back on the lawn chair without his blanket and looked up at the sky, when she asked about his ability he cupped his left hand and focused on it until fire erupted from his finger tips and pooled like liquid into his hand. "Fire kid, ended up in Phalanx when I started burning down houses. Pretty fantastic thing when all of that lead paint and asbestos starts to light up like the Forth of July." He put out the fire from his hand, feeling his stomach give an unpleasant heave. Using his ability when he was feeling like hell was probably not his best idea, but he had to give Tali some sort of an idea about what he was able to do. "What about you?"
Post by nataliya brooks on Aug 5, 2019 19:20:34 GMT
It was already an odd day for her, she'd had nightmares for through the night and now she was having to talk to this person... Not that that was a bad thing, she just prefered her own space was all. She glared at him when he asked of she was a medium, she didn't even know what one of those was. What was a medium? She had never spoken about nor had them spoken about to her. She shook her head, a little laugh falling from her. "No sir, I'm not a medium. I'm not a child with an ability... As you guys would put it. " She always thought being a shapeshifter was a burden.
She shuddered under the movement, the kid seemed nice, it was odd for someone to be polite to her, she just guessed it was because of her roots. Or maybe they'd heard the rumours of her destroying her family, in blank rage. Either way this was the first kind person she'd had to meet. "Thanks? What about the weather? Is it a disorder you have?" She tilted her head curiously, watching the other, noting his movements and his bodylaunguage. She had noticed not everyone was accepting of her kind, they were somewhat bullied if that was the correct word.
"Absolutely not... Nat makes me feel like a seventy year old woman. I don't want to be older than I am." Her smile was warm, yet inviting. He was nice, she could see them being friends. Just friends. She wan't one for relationships let alone with someone of a different breed, which she'd just discovered. "Fire is nice, I admire it." She watched the flame come from his hand, her eyes lighting up in the reflection of its dance. "Fire dances in such a pretty way." Her voice was distant as she watched the flame. "As for me... I'm a Wolf Shifter." She couldn't help but look away a little embarrassed, she'd never openly admitted her breed.
