ROLEPLAY HQ - soul-to-take

TW: death, mentions of afterlife, sexual content, more tbd (edited)

05:19

Dark gray storm clouds rolled in on the horizon, the taste of rain thick in the warm summer air. The bustling street full of people going about their life. A boom of thunder and within a breath a heavy curtain of rain began to pour down on the cobblestone path. Sounds of laughter and discomfort could be heard as people ran for cover from the oncoming storm. In the midst of it all stood a lone woman with a red umbrella in hand, and like a stone in a river she stood perfectly still as those around her frantically went around her much like water. It was a surreal moment for Emilia as she carefully balanced her umbrella against her shoulder while holding her camera up to her eyes. Dark blue eyes tinged with a faint tinge of green stared at something in which no other being around her seemed to notice. An apparition from a time long forgotten wept just a few feet away from where the woman stood and she intended to capture it's beauty with her lens. To believe in paranormal was not uncommon in the modern day, horror stories and films had gained popularity throughout the years though Emilia didn't particularly care for those types of things. Through her early years of life she had discovered that the truth of things were that these specters, these spirits were truthfully just souls of the dead who had lost their way or held unfinished business leaving them trapped on the mortal plane. Once upon a time she had been scared, frightened by the things in which haunted her vision but no longer was she held down by such fears. Now she had taken her gift of seeing and turned it into a photography career. Those who viewed her pieces were not aware of the spirits in the photos but the affect these apparitions made in frames left something to be seen and that was what captured those who observed each piece. .

Click. Click. Click. The sound of the camera mixed in with the sounds of the raindrops as they splattered the umbrella above her head. Emilia lowered her camera to glance at the pictures in which she had captured, satisfied she powered replaced her lens cover and put the strap over her shoulder. Carefully protecting the camera from the possible splashes of water as she began to make her way down the street, no longer obstructing the flow of foot traffic. She had a smile on her face despite the gloomy weather and began to hum a soft tune. Everyone on the sidewalk slowed to a stop as the crosswalk sign flashed the orange hand indicating they must way to cross. Emilia sighed and bounced on the balls of her feet as she waited, she had plans to meet friends at a nearby bar and she was already late as it was, having been distracted by the weeping spirit. Her closest friends were used to it but that didn't mean she wanted to always be late, sometimes she just got so swept up in the land of the dead that she forgot she belonged to the land of the living and today had been no exception to that. The crosswalk switched to green and Emilia made her way across the road, the headlights from the vehicles highlighted the rain falling against the pavement, puddles rippled with the droplets that fell from the heavens. Her boots clicked as she splashed through the puddles, the white painted lines beneath her feet slowly fading as she made it to the other side. Grinning she ran the last bit of distance to the club which was just a few blocks down. The luminescent bar sign flashed as she ducked underneath it. Emilia closed her umbrella as she opened the black door, the small bell dinging to announce her arrival. She saw her friends at the back of the bar in their usual booth and she made her way over. They would spend the next few hours drinking and reminiscing about the old days and celebrating the fact that Emilia had just gotten her very first apartment on her own.

05:35

@SebXDragon

The Grim Reaper. Anubis. Many names were given to the ones who were entrusted with the task of taking souls off the realm of the living into the land of the judgment and most of the living always considered this to be one entity or spirit, if only they knew. And on this evening, he was entrusted with carrying back a spirit that mourned for a while on the realm of the living and that's when he noticed the woman that was actually clicking at the wandering soul he was meant to take away with a camera! Sure, the living would nowadays capture the most randomest thing behind those things, a camera, something that hadn't even existed in his time before he was entrusted with the duties of taking away these wandering souls. But this one was somehow unique. He could tell that she was fated to be taken, this was always known to him, a gift from the entity that reigned over all. And he watched with earnest as the young woman turned away from the weeping soul, as he pondered his next move. There had been those that could see the undead and this was a common occurrence in pockets but something about this one was special, she wasn't afraid as the others had been. She wasn't even curious or trying to engage with them, it was just like she was accepting an undead soul like something common. And that was what made her intriguing. The weeping soul of Esther could remain in this realm for another day since he found himself following this woman as he wanted to know more about her before her time was up. Such a thing was not very common to do and hardly ever would he or any soul carrier find this moment and that was why he would take the shape of his mortal projection and find himself entering the club behind her. This was a curse but also a gift as he got to do this at will. And once inside, he would feel the energy of the living. This was something he dearly missed. Once people died, there was hardly ever this kind of energy anymore. And he would spot her easily enough, after a