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
It's not too late to vote for February's OTM winners! The winners for January, keep an eye out on your messages for your winner's graphics for your signature. Already voted? Make sure you check out the Mardi Gras event board! Party up, have a good time, and enjoy!
The quick tempo of the song on his headphones, although he couldn't hear it, gave him an energy to continue working on his sketches. He'd been sitting here, on the bench in Jackson Square, for a few hours now, just a few steps away from Cafe du Monde. He was currently focused on a young woman a little older than he was that sipped her drink and read the paper, thinking she was unnoticed. Putting his sketching pencil down, he picked up one of his artist-grade colored pencils and put a bit of basic color to it so he had the image nearly in full. When that was done, he set his sketchbook aside and leaned down to grab his drink, a white Monster Ultra Zero. Taking a sip, his eyes, ice-blue in color, scanned the rest of the crowd in search of his next subject.
As he did so, he didn't really pay any attention to the person that came up beside him. Since the others in the Square didn't catch his interest, he flipped a couple of pages back into the book and continued his detailed sketch of the St Louis Cathedral that sat there. He'd always been interested.. ok, more like obsessed.. with architecture, and both the St Louis and St Charles Cathedrals had some of the best. Glancing at his phone's screen, he skipped a couple of songs forward before putting it back in his coat pocket. Picking his sketch pencil back up, he compared his sketch's progress with what he had in front of him before starting back in on it.
Post by Kasper Mikkel Haugen on Aug 21, 2019 22:25:34 GMT
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note: when i use /around dialogue/ i'm giving you the English interpretation of what the character is signing <3
Kasper's week had been the kind of week that reminded him that he couldn't hear. More so, that most people could hear. He was stressed coming out of class and all he wanted to do was go eat somewhere where he didn't have to cook. On days like this, though, the anxiety of going somewhere in public alone was almost enough to keep him from doing it. Most of the time he was more easygoing but he had his days.
So when he came across his cousin he was relieved, though he wasn't very surprised. Ivan was a really good artist and the guy seemed to have his favorite spots to sit and sketch. He knew the guy didn't like to be interrupted so he gave him a bit of time, checking his phone for a few minutes before walking over to him, tapping his shoulder.
/Hey,/ he greeted, sitting down on the bench next to Ivan. /Looks good,/ he signed, pointing to his sketchbook. /Sorry to interrupt. Just kind of psyched to see someone who knows what I'm saying./ It didn't take much to make him excited, really. /I was thinking of grabbing some food at Cafe du Monde. You want to come in? I'll buy./ At least then, Kasper wouldn't have to deal with the joys of awkward communication on his own.
When he saw movement at his side, he looked up out of habit and saw Kasper standing there. As his cousin sat and motioned to his sketchbook, he nodded kinda boredly. / Yeah, it's something, I guess. I try to sketch a bit a day so I don't get rusty. / He shook his head, smiling a bit. That in itself was odd of him since he wasn't one for socializing if he could avoid it. / Nah, no worries. I know the feeling. / Closing his sketchbook and putting his drawing tools away inside his bag, he finished off his drink and tossed the empty can in a nearby trashcan that he reached with ease.
At the mention of food, he perked up. / Food is always welcomed, you know that,/ he replied, smiling fully this time. / There is never a day where I will say no to food.. unless it's tainted or healthy. Maybe then. / He laughed, the sound likely sounding odd or off to the hearing since he was deaf as well. He picked up his bag and set it beside him before putting his phone in his jeans pocket. / Work go okay, or... ? / He let the question trail off, asking but not asking at the same time. He always let Kasper fill in the blanks if he felt like it. He was never one to push a subject since he knew what others' prying felt like.