Okay so it's simple, you'll roleplay as your avatar and your pets. However; many that may be, it doesn't matter. You can choose one or two favorites, or all of your pets. OR gradually introduce all of them as we go along. In short, I am bored and thought this sounded like a good idea. The setting is easy too, any place on the map. Just be creative and nice to each other!

Would prefer at least para role play, but novella would be much obliged.

Start A young woman with lavender locks and an almost icy demeanor walked through riverside. A bloodred Jollin resting on her shoulders as a Glacier Telenine walked briskly next to her, almost as if he were in a hurry. Their names were Lumin and Svell, two of her most beloved friends. She had just dropped the rest of the gang off at the training grounds. You never knew when you would find yourself ready to battle. Svell looked upon his mistresses face in concern. She seemed fine...just silent. Ro seemed to sense his discomfort as she placed a hand upon his white head. It seemed to work, because he calmed almost instantly. Lumin snorted derisively in svells direction.

"You have little faith in Ro. She has never let us down before."

Ro just smiled and tapped Lumin on the nose.

"And I am not about to start now."

She trudged along down the road. Everyone seemed to be having mixed reactions to the virus out break. Some where totally wigged out by the idea, and the rest seemed...pretty much okay with it. She, herself, did not find anything to really be wrong yet...and even so, she would just move on to shadowglen or the dark side. I guess you could say, she was pretty much okay with it too. Svell, however; he believed it was going to be the death of his owner.

"You say that, but what do we really know about this outbreak."

A smile tugged at her rainbow lips as she regarded him for a moment, her gray eyes flashing in amusement.

"Nothing."

He almost seemed to bristle at her nonchalant response.

"Then how do you know that you're not going to die and we will never see you again!"

She just shrugged as they finally reached a dock in delvi, about to board a ship to leave.

[sub] // ooc: been craving a roleplay so bad; thanks for starting a thread up! mind if i join? c: [/sub]

The dock stretched out before her, as bone-chilling a sight as a walk to a ready pyre.

Warped wooden planks and the crowd that trampled it did nothing to distance the woman's eyes from the ship. A hulking mass of creaking metal, it lurched and strained against the ropes that anchored it to the same ground Coracii stood upon, like a starving beast restrained from its prey. That ship's spirit was as desperate to get out to sea as the woman was to turn heel back to her home.

It must've decided that her chest was an acceptable roost until departure. Coracii could barely breathe. And that difficulty didn't stem from the virus that lied dormant inside her.

She stuffed her hands in her pockets, clamping down a bit on the cigarette lodged in her mouth. A motion with her shoulder, and she and her two pets took their first steps into the horde.

People everywhere had been hit with the news of the outbreak. Starting in Ytiva, her home ice continent, the virus had hitched a ride on fleeing hosts and begun spreading to nearby neighbors. Centropolis was on the verge of epidemic levels, last she'd heard. Ytiva, though, was under complete lockdown.

The quarantine was understandable. The basic intention was at least. Good global scientists and armies trying their best to stop an unpredictable disease that could take a patient's life within minutes of contraction just as easily as it could spare them to turn their blood into a contagion. It was a vicious creature the world had rightfully declared war on; Coracii understood the guns and walls and HAZMAT suits. But what no one seemed to care about was who was inside those walls, sandwiched between the threat of bullets and surrounded by loved ones that were given shrugs and sad nods from scientists in bulky white ensembles. It was a death camp.

She ran now like she'd run then, eyes darting back and forth like the fugitive she was. Her identification was on record, but the governments had collectively decided to release as little information about the virus as possible, including escaped contagions, to avoid furthering widespread panic. While she doubted any government workers would spot her in the mass of frantic people, the gnawing worry continued chewing through her. She wouldn't relax until she made it somewhere far away. Preferably the Omen Islands. No closer, even as her heart ached for her village in the ice.

Her glacier-coated Wyallop and hydrus-cursed Jollin to either side of her, Coracii continued to press through the crowd. Head low. Focus sharp on her destination. So focused, in fact, that she failed to pay much attention to the small collisions to her leg that had begun getting more frequent as they walked. It wasn't until she heard a low, pitiful, "I d-don't feel..." that her attention swiveled to her mouse-like companion, just in time to watch the icy pet collapse to his side.

Immediately, she and her Jollin were bent over next to him.

"Capri?" Cigarette falling out of her mouth as she called his name, the woman's arms went around him, pulling him up against her. "Capriicorn? You hear me?" It wasn't the first time the pet had fallen out like this, and they as a group hadn't been safe enough to get him medical help any of the previous times either. This time was no different. As the mouse lied unresponsive, Coracii's eyes shot up to the closest bystander.

"Hey! You! Have any water?"

(ooc: I know what you mean, lol I never seemed to find one on here that I like so I made this one. Anyone who wants to can join :3 My only rules are be kind to one another.)

The crowd seemed a little thicker than usual, with the outbreak. It unnerved Ro, her elvish tipped ears caught the sounds of creaking sea wood. Her icy hues roamed over the massive structure. It was not in her to walk away from a challenge...and this vessel seemed to present a great one. She wondered what she would see aboard it...but her attention was quickly snagged by elsewhere.

Whipping her head quickly toward the voice of another, she pondered on the question thrown at her if only for a second. Lumin seemed to catch on just as quick as the small animal disappeared into Ro's bag only to reappear seconds later with a glass vial of water. Lumin trailed it down to Ro's hand. Tossing the glass bottle to the woman, Ro knelt down and looked closely at the poor little mouse.

"Does this happen often??"

Her ruby lips quirked in concern, Svell seemed to stay close to his mistresses side, his own icy hues taking in the stranger and her own companions. His sense of smell was clogged by sea salt and brine, he wasn't able to smell the strangers and it ruffled his hackles. Ro absentmindedly, almost instinctually laid her hand upon his maw, calming her telenine.

"I am Ro...I hale from shadowglen."

She motioned towards her ears and horns for a moment.

"Ji-meneb. Anything else I can do to help?"

Lumin seemed to hide within Ro's thick hair. Staring warily at them, just as Svell was. A nervous smiled stretched over the young woman's features.

"Don't mind them."

[sub]// ooc: its a struggle for sure! also for some reason i forgot we've got the survival event going on ^^" i thought you were just popping in an outbreak as an original plot point, so i replied thinking that was on open thing. are you okay w it being something we make up as we go along, or do you want me to adjust it to the site event? [/sub]

Catching the vial as soon as it came within arm's reach, Coracii dumped some of the water onto her hand and started spreading it firmly onto the Wyallop's fur. The poor creature was born, raised, and built for the frigid temperatures of Ytiva. While Centropolis wasn't tropical, it had proven to still be simply too hot for such a thick, icy coat. The icicles that hung characteristically from the pet had long since dripped away.

The discomfort of her and her Jollin, both equally acclimated to Ytiva temperatures, was at least bearable. But Caprii simply could not adapt.

The woman massaged water onto the mouse's face as she spoke, eyes taking in the three who had stopped to help.

"No," she lied, "he's never done this before.. I think it's just the stress."

Her voice conveyed genuine worry, although her words weren't as true. She couldn't risk a stranger knowing anything real about her. With the chaotic happenings, knowing that she hailed from Ytiva, a now-quarantined continent, could send someone rushing to conclusions, and then to authorities.

"We're moving to keep safe from the outbreak, but the whole situation has just been a lot for him. He's anxious, worries too much. The news hasn't helped any."

She peeled apart the mouse's small jaws, pouring a bit of water into his mouth. The coughing fit that ensued had him opening his eyes a bit, holding her gaze, and then closing the blue hues exhaustedly. He'd be okay, but he wasn't going to be awake and trotting alongside her any time soon.

The bristling of her Jollin brought Coracii's attention back to the strangers. The other's Telenine seemed to be on edge, which the aggressive fox-like creature had interpreted as some form of threat. Her head was lowered, but her teeth, thankfully, remained behind sneered lips. The pet was stressed and concerned for her brother. Coracii didn't do anything to make her stand down. Knowing the other, it would just make her more angry, and more likely to jump at anything that presented itself.

"Of course. And don't mind her. Ariies was a fighter before the Hydrus curse, and it didn't make her more friendly. She knows you helped us though, and we all appreciate it." Her words were as much a statement of gratitude to the stranger, Ro, as it was a reminder to the Jollin. The pet's blue eyes flicked to her owner before she took a seat, still tense but less hostile.

"I'm Coracii," she introduced, stretching her hand out to return the other's water vial. Her village name was the only one any government would have on file, and it wasn't anywhere close to the nickname she regularly used. It was safe enough to give out. Untraceable as long as no last name was offered. "I hail from here in Centropolis, north side. We're all heading to Shadowglen, 'least stopping there until we can hitch a ride to the Omen Islands. If you're headed back home, I'd love some help finding a good place to shack up. What's your waypoint, Ro?"

[[ Hi again! I know I already pinged you on your onexone thread, but this looked like so much fun I thought I might as well join in here. :) This is the Subetan version of the character I mentioned in my other post, so here you go:

The port seemed more crowded than usual as the Valiant bumped gently against the side of the dock. After nearly two months at sea, Lexis had no idea what had been happening on the mainland. She knew it was the anniversary of the Survival, but not the extent which this year's breakout had reached. With a shrug, she dismissed the matter without a second thought. Lexis had just finished tying the airship to the dock when a galactic Celinox came trotting down the tightened rope and landed across the woman's shoulders. Lex grinned up at the glinting creature, his fur and crystals sparkling with galactic stardust.

"You know I'm only going to be gone an hour, right?" she asked the creature.

With a feline grin, Caster replied, "No sense of time, remember? You may as well be gone a thousand years."

"Dreamer is waiting patiently." The brunette turned and headed up the dock and into the city. She didn't mind the crowds moving the other direction as she strode confidently through the streets of Centropolis.

"Dreamer is much more content to sit in his ice box when we're this far south," retorted the Celinox, leaping lazily from his owner's shoulder to the ground next to her, trotting beside her as they worked their way upstream.

Finally they reached the building they were looking for, and with a push of a button, they were on an elevator traveling halfway up one of the taller office buildings in the city. The airship had blown a very specific fuse, one for which Lexis had already used the spare, and she had been forced to land here at the city so she could replace it, as well as stock up on food and resources while she was in port, so she could go back to studying wild Tutani behavior, tracking them around the globe as they migrated to find the richest waters.

As Lex carried the new fuse back through the docks, she heard someone yell something about water. Curious, Caster turned his ears to the noise and glanced up at his owner, who nodded, and both of them made their way through the crowd to the owner of the voice. It was a woman with a glacier Wyllop, who appeared to be unconscious. Someone else had given the woman a vial of water, which seemed to help a little, but the mouse still looked to be in a very bad way.

An idea sprung to her mind and Lex pushed her way forward. "I have something that can help on board my ship," she said bluntly to the woman, whom she heard introduce herself as Coracii. "Come with me."

Barely waiting to see if she would follow, the brunette turned and started back for her ship. On board, she pulled open a heavy metal door, out from which rushed a huge gust of frigid air. Inside the box slept a huge glacier-coated Anyu, his breath coming from his nose in visible puffs.

"Put him in here," Lexis practically ordered, pointing to the frozen container. "We'll get him cooled down in a hurry."

(I'm jumping in too, if that's cool? - hope all this makes sense!)

Survival-- and the time immediately after-- was always an Interesting Time for Eli and her family.

It was a time of remembering those who had been lost, of those who were thrust into a terrifying situation they did not understand. It was a time to be grateful for all she had, and to go about in the world without anxiety for a while. A time to celebrate all she was and all she wasn't. The unliving were welcome, for a time, even in places like Centropolis.

So Eli had boarded a ship, along with many other zombies. She'd visited places she remembered from before her Change, placed flowers at the base of the memorial statue, pressed her rotten lips to the stone for luck. And now, the holiday had wrapped up, and she was on her way back home.

Lanchi walked at her side, pressed up against her skirt, and Eli kept a hand on the smooth, exposed bone of the graveyard Sheeta's skull. She didn't really expect trouble, so soon after Survival, but. Well. You never knew.

It was a pain and a half, booking a ship this late. Most of the ones willing to ship Unliving were already booked up, both with travelling Unliving and the newly-changed. Serves her right for waiting so long. But Eli's mind had been... elsewhere.

But hey, she'd heard this one had a cooler onboard. That'd be lovely, wouldn't it? Help with the smell, too.

She'd been informed that the captain had stepped off to acquire a replacement part, and would have to be spoken to about the possibility of passengers. And when the woman returned-- she seemed preoccupied, leading some rather concerned-looking folks and a heat-stricken Wyllop. So Eli and Lanchi waited politely for that business to conclude.

-- Oh, dear, Eli hoped they didn't look like they were Lurking.