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 Ezra John Davies on May 22, 2019 18:40:12 GMT
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It wasn't a date.
He hated her. She was... obnoxious. He knew obnoxious-- he was obnoxious. And she was arrogant... he knew arrogant. And he hated her stupid bleached hair and her stupid attitude and her stupid frog face.
It wasn't a date.
It was... two people who despised each other... spending consensual time together.
He had no idea why he was doing this.
He waited for Prudence just outside the Phalanx entrance at their designated meeting time, ready to go purchase an iced coffee-- his favorite beverage that would be soiled by the bitter taste of Prue's presence.
Why was he doing this?
"Hi," he muttered when she came out, reaching his hand into his pocket to make sure the money was still there. If he lost it, Ash would never give him money again.
"So you probably like weird flavors in your coffee," he assumed. "What do you do for fun-- shoot stray cats from your window?"
Maybe Ezra had a little to do with their destructive relationship.
"Kidding," he added absentmindedly, kicking dust up in front of his shoe.
"I want a cat in Phalanx. I don't think Mr. Perona allows pets but I could just tell him it's a person... shifter thing... and then he couldn't keep it out." That would work-- it was fool-proof. "Have you ever had a pet? Oh, have you had a frog?" he added, smirking. And then... he was quickly shaking his head. "Kidding," he repeated.
Post by Prudence Victoria Lovelle on May 27, 2019 1:12:55 GMT
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It was really not a date. Abso-fucking-lutely not a date. He was gross and he had called her a frog and implied he made out with her mother. In short, he was…more than gross; he was disgusting. And she was pretty sure he smelled, not that she was going to get close enough to check or anything. She was only meeting him outside of Phalanx because she was many things but a punk ass was not one of them. He was going to have to be the one to punk out. Still, she stopped in the mirror in the hall to check her hair all the same.
She had stuffed everything in her unseasonable jacket’s pockets, and her hands followed as she walked outside. It was starting to get hot in New Orleans, but she had a look to uphold. In lieu of a hello, she gave a…something between a smile and a scowl. “Us frogs usually really like flies in our coffee, you know. They're better baked into muffins, though.” It hadn’t bothered her at all that he had called her a frog, and she certainly hadn’t looked up pictures of frogs after their first meeting to compare herself to. She absolutely did not do that. The smile tipped more firmly into scowl territory. “Okay, Jeffrey Dahmer,” she murmured before he said he was kidding.
He actually did kind of look like him, she mused for a half second.
He wanted a cat? That was surprisingly…human? “I mean, can shifters, like, smell other shifters? Would he just have to follow the cat around, sniffing it to make sure it was an actual cat?” That was an interesting thought. “We had a dog back home.” She peered at him a little more narrowly, trying to wait for the punchline. Ah, there it was. She was a frog again. She gave a generous and dramatic roll of her eyes. “Someday, you’re going to wake up and your bed is going to be full of frogs,” she informed him with a shrug. That was a promise.
“What about you? Do animals even let you come near them?”