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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05.11.19
As the community reels from the untimely death of Lucia Lovelle, life has to move on. Primrose readies for the annual Prom celebration! Keep your eye out for a event board and have fun!
02.27.19
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[attr="class","albedo"]He gives birth to swimming horses.
[attr="class","gaignun"]Rowen watched him look down and gave her eyes a friendly roll, listening to him tack on adjectives she had certainly not used. “Oh, and what would I get out of this arrangement, oh Handsome-Spectacular-Amazing one?” she questioned. She was sure he had a few ideas; Hell, she had a few of her own.
The smile that graced her face was more ephemeral than anything else. She was better with people in spurts; she had not spent any extended period of time with any one person in a long time. “Only if you promise me that you won’t get too bored with me.” It was half-joke, half-warning. Of course, all the was still predicated on him not mysteriously losing her number between here and there.
She knew she’d answer him, no matter when he texted her. He made her feel spectacular, and even if he just wanted to meet somewhere at midnight, she would let it happen. She was much too intrigued to not. He had a tongue made of silver, and it made her forget some things, if only for bursts of time. That was more than she had experienced in a while. She had no idea what would come of any repeated meetings, but her chances of resisting him were quite low. She certainly didn’t want to resist him. That was evidenced by the slower gait she used beside him. The walk to her car could have been traversed in a few long steps, but she wanted to drag it out, to listen and laugh with him a bit more.
She gave him a feigned frown. “You’ll recover; you’re a big man. You can handle a little bit of lonely.” She shrugged a little more nonchalantly than she actually felt. “Until we meet again, after all.” The carrot was dangling rather obviously, but she couldn’t resist.
The night was cool, the parking lot already relatively empty, but she still tried her best to not completely cling to his side. It was unseemly at best, a little desperate at worst. Keeping her cool was important to her, especially when he said things that made her blush furiously in the low light. “I will have to keep all that in mind. If you think up anything I deserve, let me know. Right now, a raise would be nice, too,” she teased, adding the last part rather quickly, as though she had to undercut her own meaning.
Her arms felt nice wrapped around him, the warmth from his own hands chasing out any hope of the cold. She was far from chilly with him so close. She stood on the tip of her toes even though she knew she could trust his grip on her. She wanted to claim some bit of closeness in the encounter. The bricks dug into the back of her legs, and she could practically smell their age as it mixed with Declan’s scent. For a second more, she forgot about everything but the moment, the man, and their embrace. It was like the rest of the world faded away into the background. For once, she felt like she was taking a sort of center stage.
But it was not destined to last; she could heal but she needed to breathe. She broke the kiss reluctantly and took a few breaths. Her arms were still wrapped around his neck, mirroring his hand in her hair. She rested her forehead lightly against his chin for a spell and slowly lowered herself to her flat feet. “I, uh, really do have to go.” And if she didn’t make an escape soon, she would be following him wherever he would lead.
Declan grinned when she wanted him to promise that he wouldn't get bored of her. He wasn't sure that was even possible. She was too intoxicating, she was too funny, she was too warm and beautiful. He wouldn't be able to get bored of her any sooner than he would be able to get bored of his favorite dark beer or favorite comfortable chair in his home. "Wouldn't dream of getting bored of you, beautiful." e He grinned when they walked together, he liked how they fit together. He liked how sweet and delicate she felt against him, but still strong and comfortable. There was a psychiatrist that he had started to see not too long ago. She was shorter than Rowen, but she wasn't nearly as sure of herself. That confidence, that gorgeous laugh and pure attitude that he got from Rowen, that was the best part about her. He could be confident in himself all day, but he wanted to be with someone who had that in herself. Rowen, with her casual sass, her smile, her everything that had Declan wrapped around her little finger already. "You're something Rowen, I'm happy I met you."
He grinned, feeling light in his chest knowing that she was going to respond to any of his text messages. "Until we met again." He already couldn't wait to see her again. This was new territory for him, and he was still unsure about how much he was enjoying her company, but he wasn't going to question it too much.
"Then you should go, cause I really don't want you to."
He licked his lips and ran his fingers through her hair, resting his hand on the back of her beck, "You going to be safe getting home?"
[attr="class","albedo"]He gives birth to swimming horses.
[attr="class","gaignun"]Declan’s grin was reassuring in some respects, and she found herself returning it. He knew the right things to say; it must have come natural to him. All that easy confidence, all those authentic smiles, all the ready warmth. He was either sincere or an absolutely amazing liar, and she was too content in the moment to push the envelope too hard on that one.
All she could was smile and walk closer to him, eyes demurely downcast. After some of the stuff she had said back in the bar, she recognized that it was a little late to be too demure, but she could still try to finish the night on a strong note. He was absolutely too much for her, and she practically glowed with the fact that he had sat by her that night. It was such a silly thing; he could have no clue what it meant for her to just have a companion on such a dark night. You’re something Rowen. The words struck such a sweet chord within her. “I could easily say the same for you, Declan.”
“Until we meet again,” she agreed. She slowly unwound herself from him, hands falling out of his hair as her feet found solid ground once more. She traced the lines of his shoulders; she didn’t want to break contract until she had to. Eventually, her arms fell back to her side, and she had to step back from him, further against the wall. Her dark, melancholic eyes still watched him, as though she were trying to decide if he was real or fake. As though she believed the entire evening had been little more than a fever dream brought on by too much loneliness and too many sad songs hammered out on her aging piano.
But the fingers in her hair were too warm, his presence too soft. He spoke too kindly and gently, showed too much genuine interest in her. Her mind could never conjure something like that.
“I’ll be fine. Good night, Declan.” Before she could think better of it, she ducked out from under his arm and headed toward her older model car in the parking lot. She tried her damndest not to look back at him, to not fulfill every cliche in the book. She made it all the way to the door before the urge got too big to ignore. She cast one more, ghost-of-a-smile look at him before she got in her car and drove off for the night.