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
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Jaehyun Min normally didn’t wake up before two in the afternoon – really, he tried to avoid it at all cost. Today, the world simply was not having it. The stars were not aligned. It wasn’t in the cards. The house was in total chaos; screaming from some twin or other, powers being flung around everywhere, and he could’ve sworn he saw someone throw themselves off the roof. Jae was certain he would murder someone if he stayed in that festering pot of madness any longer. So, begrudgingly and groggily, Jae crawled out of his warm bed, and left the frenzied Phalanx Home.
The walk to the Quarter Café wasn’t terribly long – at least that Jae remembered. He very well could’ve been asleep through the whole thing. The overwhelming need for caffeine possessed his body and he was at the counter for a quad cup of espresso before he could even realize it was the gorgeous Cora he was talking to. Immediately, Jae’s face brightened behind his tired eyes.
“Hey, Silver S-.. S’witch?” Sharp as a spoon, Jae. Jesus, did he need that caffeine. “Okay, you know I’m usually better with that, I’ll get back to the cool names post-caff.” He rubbed his left eye with the back of his hand while grinning and trying to stifle a yawn. It was an ungodly hour for the night owl – he probably only had two hours of sleep under his belt before the house erupted.
“I honestly don’t know how you do it, Cora, the sunlight hurts. I’m exhausted. There are people everywhere, and there are birds yelling outside. This is excruciating.”
Post by Cora Elaine Marshall on Feb 7, 2019 0:21:23 GMT
Cora was naturally an early riser, one of the dreaded “morning people” that were spoken of in hushed tones, mixed with a combination of awe and disgust. Every single day, she rolled out of bed at about 5:30 in the morning, though what she did with her time varied depending on her schedule. Some days, it was yoga, some it was journaling, and some days it consisted solely of getting ready to go off to work. Today had been one of the work days, because today, Cora worked the morning shift. If she was being completely honest, the morning shift was one of her least favorite to work, solely because it meant dealing with people who weren’t really even people before their caffeine kicked in. The joys of the service industry were never ending, and though she had a reputation of being perky this early in the morning, there were still people giving her a hard time for being this perky.
However, today was one of the good days. Cora had good coworkers with her, Lennox hadn’t shown up, nobody had treated her as less than human yet… it was a good morning. It had just started to slow down from their typical morning rush, and her coworker up front had just gone on her break, when the door chimed. Cora turned, and a bright smile curled across her lips as a familiar—and handsome—man walked into her cafe. Jae was a familiar face from the halls of Phalanx, and she would be lying if she said that she hadn’t been keeping an eye out for him after the day that he had happened upon her in one of the many practice rooms, trying and failing to talk herself into using her power again. He had been the light spot that she had desperately needed to get out of her own head, and she personally thought that they had bonded over their mutual love of bad horror movies. Unfortunately, she definitely wasn’t telepathic, so there was no real way for her to know one way or the other.
Cora made her way through her typical script, since one look at the man had told her that he was, at best, half awake. However, she did see the moment that his face brightened, even with the exhaustion still in his eyes. Something like relief flooded her, and whatever butterflies were currently resting in her stomach fluttered all over again. “I mean for what it’s worth, I definitely thought you were going the Silver Surfer route. I know I’m pretty great, but I’m no superhero.” She laughed, carefully punching in the order for the quad espresso that he had rattled off while standing half-asleep in front of her register.
“Well, caffeine definitely helps.” She pulled a cup towards her, thinking back to the latte that she had ordered that morning to help her function a little better. Even early risers needed a little something to get them going sometimes. “But so does going to sleep before dawn.” She arched an eyebrow at him; it had been a complete guess, but considering there had been very, very few times that she had seen him before two pm, she had a feeling that it was a good one. “If it weren’t for the fact that you live in Louisiana, and that I have personally seen you in the sunlight more than once, I would start wondering whether or not you were a vampire.” Looking down, she remembered that her job was not to banter with Jae, and that she actually needed to finish taking his order and make his coffee, since she was currently the only one up front who was working. At least, for the next twenty minutes. “That’ll be $5.15. Also I should tell you I feel a little worried about your heart considering the amount of caffeine you’re about to put in your body.” She tilted her head, looking up at him with a perplexed look on her face. “Why are you among the living this early, anyways? Not that I’m complaining, of course.”
He really wanted to be anywhere in the world than where he was. He thought about racing his ass across the ocean, he thought about being on a white sand beach in the blink of an eye. He thought about the various countries with much more forgiving drinking laws than America and how any of them would be barely any effort to go to. With the right shoes, he would be able to cross oceans in mere minutes. He would be able to be anywhere he wanted to, but his damn sister wanted to meet at there Quarter Cafe.
Just had to meet there of all places.
He tried to reason with her, he tried to offer up any other place that he wouldn't have to run into a girl who he fucked and bailed on, but she made the excellent point that that list was limited and Quart Cafe had the best coffee. His sister was a little shit, and he was considering dropping her in an ocean one day. Though, that would leave him with their triplet, and he really couldn't even consider that as a possibility. So rather than responding to any self preservation in the pit of his stomach, Lennox walked into the Quarter Cafe behind a tall and thin Korean man and waited in line behind him.
When the man in front of him got to the counter, he could hear the melodic chime of Cora's voice when she was flirting with someone. It was a tone that he knew all too well from when they were dating. She would lay on the charm and she would assume that it would get her anywhere in life. What made it all worse, the bean pole in front of him was flirting back. He almost pitied the man, knowing that he probably had no idea what a basket case Cora was and how she liked to play a victim and manipulate to get her way.
Besides, what would she have interest in someone like this guy. Silver S'witch? Was he dumb? Lennox kept quite, letting them have their moment until the skinny man stepped aside and Lennox was given his turn at the counter, "Hey Baby Blue, miss me?" he asked, knowing that if she was going to flaunt some new relationship in his face, the very least he could do was allow her to show him what a crazy bitch she really was.
In all honesty, he was the one who suffered from their relationship the most. Sure, she was a good fuck and she could do some talented things on her knees, but it was barely worth all of the crazy he put up with. Those three little words he coaxed from her was barely with in points all of the showers that he had to take to scrub her neediness off his skin.
"Don't tell me you're going to be complaining about seeing me and not him. After everything we've been though."