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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There were many reasons why someone would sneak out of Monroeville in the early morning. Trying to get out of the place seemed like the preferred reason for his friend group, but this was a whole different mission. Mason slipped out using Dr. Devereux's face and made his way to the small patch of wild flowers growing out by the fence. He wanted to gather some for Lili and Sophie and make them smile. They were both amazing and he didn't know how he was able to have two girlfriends who cared for him so much and who he was falling in love with. They were so amazing and kind, gathering up the flowers for them seemed like the least he could do for them.
Arm full of flowers, Mason slipped back into the secure ward and changed his face back. Slipped back in right in time for the sirens and screams. For the patients racing past, shoving and shouting.
"What's going on?" Mason shouted to no one in particular, the collection of flowers fell to the ground when he recognized some of the faces running past him. The patients who were sequestered off for the safety of others were racing among them. Mason could only think of Sophie and Lili. Where the hell were they.
"Sophie? Lilith!" He screamed, racing against the crowd to try to find them. His pulse raced, scanning the thick crowd for a familiar head of pink hair or sarcastic smirk that he was coming to love so deeply. Shoving past people, there were too many. A familiar face in the crowd racing past him and Mason gripped their shoulders,
"What's happening? Have you seen Sophie and Lili?" He quickly asked, trying to keep from being trampled.
Post by Benjamin Townsend on Jun 4, 2019 2:07:31 GMT
at most I'm sleeping all these demons away
Bone erupted from the back of Ben's hand and forearm as he turned to strike at whoever had the gall to stop his search. His friends were out there in this chaos. He had to find them. He had to help them before anything could happen to them. A snarl crossed his features as he turned, free hand poised to swing before he caught sight of the familiar chiseled jawline.
"Mace," Relief cooled Benjamin's fury. His hand uncurled and grabbed on to the other boy's. "One of the fuckin' shifters lost it and started rampaging. People are... People are hurt, Mace." Ben hadn't seen the destruction that the shifter had wrought first hand but he'd heard the cries.
"I haven't seen them. I thought they'd be with you." Somewhere in his head he'd hoped that his friends would all be huddle together somewhere safe. It was a naive thought and much too hopeful.
Ben had spent the entirety of the riot fighting through the wave of inmates in hopes of finding them. Making his way through the torrent of terrified patients had slowed his search.
"You're the only one I found." His grip on Mason's hand tightened, silently relaying his desperation and fear. If Mason hadn't seen the short, feisty girl or the protective, pinkette on his way to Ben that could only mean one thing.
Relief etched into his features. Ben. He pulled his friend close to himself, carefully hugging the bone maker. He wanted to just take a minute to be grateful that one person who he cared for was safe. But.
Where the fuck were Lili and Sophie?
Mason's stomach twisted as he released Ben and pulled him away from the stampede of the Monroeville patients and tried to put meaning to the words falling from Ben's mouth. Shifter. Rampage. Hurt. "People are hurt, Mace."
He didn't even know where they would be. The casual freedom of picking fucking wild flowers for the women he loved while now not knowing if they were alive or dead threatened to have his breakfast visit his shoes and the cracked linoleum.
"I have to find them." He said with absolute certainty. Alarms were blaring, patients who couldn't keep up with the frezied pace were falling to the ground and being stomped over. There was no realistic way he would be able to find them in a maze like Monroeville, but fuck he was going to try.
"Elijah too, we're not losing another person at the table." He said, squeezing Ben's hand in hopes that Ben would help with the search. The alarms seemed to be getting louder and the panic was deep. There were crashing sounds that he could only assume was that shifter.
"Are you coming?" He asked, heading towards the library, knowing Lili loved to curl up with the books there.
Post by Benjamin Townsend on Sept 3, 2019 21:54:16 GMT
at most I'm sleeping all these demons away
Mason provided a much needed anchor for Benjamin's emotions. With the loss they suffered and their current predicament he'd been running on sheer emotion, snarling and lashing out as he aimlessly looked for his friends. He'd been little better than the beast that was terrorizing the hospital. The squeeze from the other boy seemed to wring out a healthy amount of the venom from the bone manipulator.
Benjamin gave a curt nod in response to Mason's statement, sharing the same sentiment. No one else was going to leave them. Not if Ben had any say about it. Mason had helped level out Ben's rational brain but he was still scared and still angry. He caught up with Mason, catching on to his train of thought as they began the fight through the mass of bodies.
Ben shoved his way in front of the skinwalker and rolled his shoulders. Bone ground together audibly before a mass of bone spines erupted from his arms and torso. The blunted spikes served as an excellent deterrent, frightening most people away and viciously jabbing into anyone brazen enough to run into the pair.
"'Scuse me, pardon me, get the fuck out our way!" Ben called out. The wave of bodies broke on the mass of bone presented for it. There path was by no means clear, but it was easier to traverse.