Grimoire’s Return. discussion

A shadowy dark forest, full of fairy circles and mischievous pixies. But watch out, not everything here is friendly. (Especially the fairies.)

Pete walked through the woods, kicking a rock. He was angry, and didn’t want to go home just yet and have to deal with Ramona’s wrath.

Caspian was walking through the woods as well, picking flowers. She had on a velvet black cloak, hood down. She adorned her hair with the flowers, the black poofy curls now colourful.

Pete side eyed the stranger. he didn’t think many people would be in the woods at this time.

Caspian felt eyes on her. She turned her head, spotting Peter.
“Hello there.” She said kindly, smiling.

“Uh- hey..” Pete said awkwardly, the rock he was kicking sent straight into a tree, bouncing off of it.

She turned her body fully to face him, slowly plucking the flowers out of her hair.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before. Would you mind telling me your name?”

“Uh.. Pete...” He said, wondering why she was so calm.

“It’s nice to meet you!” She giggled.
“I’m Caspian, but most people call me Cas.”

“C-Cool to meet you...” Pete said, stuffing his hands deeper into his hoodie.

Cas raised an eyebrow.
“You seem tense. Is something wrong?”

“Everything is dandy,” Pete grumbled. Why did she care?

Cas sighed, smile faltering for the first time.
“You know.. I don’t favour liars.”

“Too bad,” Pete muttered, looking away. “That’s all I am...”

Cas tilted her head.
“Why? I almost pity you, Pete.”

“Why do you care? Stay out of my business,” Pete turned to go, a frown on his face.

Cas rubbed her temples with one hand.
“I care, because you seem nice. I care because I like to help, alright?”

“It’s just- I don’t need therapy advice from a strange,” Pete said angrily.
(if you hadn’t noticed, he gets angry fast)

Cas held her hands up defensively.
“Alright. But just saying, you’re getting angry instead of trying to make us not feel like strangers.”
(oh i can tell lmao)

Pete groaned, pressing the heels of his hand into his eyes.

Cas turned, walking the opposite way, not saying anything further.

“It’s like talking to my mom, god damn,” Pete grumbled.

Cas leaned against a tree, trying to calm herself.
“He’s like a moody teenager..”

Pete continued walking, really in the need for coffee.

(LMAO HE HATES EVERYONE)

(HE REALLY DOES LMAO. IM MOT USED TO RPING CHARACTERS LIKE THIS)

THE SPECTRUM
Atlas: everyone’s so kool!
Cas: just be nice, and we’re cool.
Julian: ehhhhh maybe
Edward: yeah sure, i guess.. don’t vibe with them but sure.
Archer: rather not
Gerard: would REALLY rather not.
Pete: NO.

Corrine clung to the shadows of the trees as her tiny fox form curled up beneath the branches of an oak tree.

Reyna was tired. And over it. Over life, over her foster parents, over every shitty thing that happened. She dissapered into the woods.

The man-- Alastair-- walked through the wood. The leaves were turning, the trees were beautiful. He sat down on a log.

Alastair looked up, and noticed someone staring at them. He narrowed his eyes. "Yes?"

((Its good))

((Is it alright if Silas and Theo join in later when they're looking for Eve/Charlie?))

((YEAH!))

((Yay!))

(The things this wood has seen lmao...


If you know you know.)

((yes)))

Ryan stalked into the woods with her head held high, hand on her bow with her hood back.

Alastair looked around, the moonlight giving a clear view everywhere. The burbling lake burped and rolled, moving along.

Ryan noticed two other people and her gripped tightened, not moving as her body tensed. Her mouth remained closed shut, eyes scanning them from head to toe, trying to think of a plan of action. She didn't trust anyone, especially in this part of the woods.

(i'm here!)

Alastair stood, and made his way to the lake. He touched the water, then smiled. There were people here, eh knew that, but who make contact? Who would say the first word?

(HEWO)

Ryan just continued to watch, her long hair tied back in a tight braid. "Hello." She spoke, deciding to speak, however short and cold her tone was.

Alastair smiled and turned. "Hello, girl. What is your name?" He tilted his head.

"Ryan. And yours?" She asked cautiously, one hand gripping an arrow as her other still held her bow.

The demon smiled. He wouldn't tell anyone his name; names had power, especially for demons. He slipped his hand inside the girl's--Ryan--. "Michael. Michael Caesar."

"Is it really?" She asked with a cocked eyebrow, shaking his hand firmly before leaning back against the trunk of a tree. "And you?" She asked the other person who seemed quite scared of the man in front of the Cacciatore.

Alastair nodded. "Truthfully." He sat down, and looked up at Ryan.

Ryan held his gaze and nodded, sitting down in turn against the tree. “What’s your business, out here in the woods?” She asked, her faint Irish accent coming out

Alastair curt his head. "I live in these woods, and come out daily every night. And you? I have never seen you around here." He wondered.