"I wouldn't date you even to save my life." "What if it's to save someone else's life?" "That person better have no loose ends to tie up." | OxO (Closed, stalkers welcome)

(Wave. I’m not quite sure if I’ll join this or not, but I’m curious. So, would this be fantasy, sci-fi, etc? Also, basic setting, and what sort of characters are you thinking?)
(You probably already know what I usually do/have, lol, so yeah. But, I figured I’d ask anyway)

(Same, lol. Alright… what sort of characters? I have a handful that could work in a modern setting. [Funny thing is, I’ve recently been focusing on those handful, lol!])

(Lmao! Sorry about that. Um… what type of character are you looking for? Like superhero/supervillain [something I don’t necessarily have… grey area honestly]? Or rivals? Nemeses? I guess, what sort of ‘enemies’ are they?)

(Ah, so mostly morally-ambiguous enemies. Thumbs-up. 90% of my characters are morally ambiguous, so that works out, lmao! Hmm… why are they enemies? Do they just hate each other? Was there something personal that happened in their pasts?)
(Or would it just be simpler to pick a character and figure it out from there, lol?)

(Lmao! Alright, what about character templates? Are we using a template, or no?)

(Lol, alright. Well, I already have a character in mind. And, so I don’t forget [which I probably won’t, but still, lol], I’ll just say that his name is Jonathan. Unless, you want to be the male character… We’ll figure it out, lol)

(I’m pretty much the same way, lol. Thumbs-up. Sure. Though I’m probably going to be going to bed here in a sec, so just fyi)

(You can go ahead and start, since this is technically your rp. But, if you want me to start, I can hopefully come up with something)

(Ooh… evil grin. I like her already)

Jonathan sighed as he bent down to secure his bicycle on the curb. The wind was blowing a bit, which sent his long, blond hair into his face several times. That didn’t bother him too much, though. He stood after a moment, straightening his black tunic and checking his boots, then headed inside the hotel.

He hadn’t planned on going out, but apparently one of his newest tenants had been staying at the hotel and the youth needed help packing. It wasn’t ideal, considering that Jonathan disliked cars, but he had vowed to himself to watch over those he lorded over, and he never broke a vow.

The moment he stepped inside, Jonathan’s dark hazel eyes searched his surroundings for threats. He doubted any would be there, considering that, in his true form, his claws could cut a human’s throat with ease, but it was a habit of his after being in a war.

He quickly sighted a particular someone nearby, a woman that he despised despite all his efforts to not hate her. He knew her appearance, and her stench, well. She wasn’t human, nor was she reptilian like himself. Jonathan knew that without a doubt, but he didn’t know what she was. And, that was one of several things he couldn’t stand about her.

A deep breath and Jonathan was able to turn away from her without getting too riled up. He didn’t need the stress right now. He headed over to the receptionist, his lean, suntanned body towering above the counter. He spoke politely to the woman, but she was clearly intimidated. That didn’t faze him at all.

(Yup, evil chuckle)
(Lol, um, good morning now. I fell asleep like two seconds after posting my first message, lmao!)

Jonathan still spoke to the receptionist, but he smelled the movements of everyone in the lobby, including that special someone. Toward the elevator she went, moving farther from him.

Jonathan jumped at the sound of the gunshot and whipped around to face the new threat. Inwardly, he scolded himself for being so stupid. He should’ve been paying attention to his surroundings, not her!

He watched Christina, his eyes narrowing as she enchanted the hostile woman. He crept forward, starting to circle the pair to get a better view of what was happening. His steps were silent, his movements flowing like that of a cat on the hunt.

Jonathan noticed Christina’s movements and message, but ignored them. Why should an apex predator listen to a foreign creature? He continued to slowly circle, now standing off to the side of Christina as he appraised the situation.

Unsurprisingly, the lobby seemed to be empty now after the gunshot. The receptionist hid behind the counter, fear radiating off of her. For now, that didn’t concern Jonathan. He was more worried about removing all the threats, and that meant the two women in front of him.

Jonathan heard her huff and snorted. She should know by now that he only listened to folks he respected. And she had yet to prove her worthiness of such respect.

After a moment, Jonathan noticed how Christina hid any signs of her next moves. He snorted again, rolling his eyes. She always thought he would lash out at any second. That only applied to defense. Jonathan only got offensive when necessary, and he rarely needed to in the human realm.

Turning his attention to the other woman, Jonathan sighed. He approached, his hand gently grabbing the woman’s, fingers deftly taking the gun from her. He inspected it, took the bullets out, then set the gun on the counter. He kept the bullets in his hand, just in case.

The whole time, he ignored Christina. If she attacked him, then he would lash out. Otherwise, she was just a severely annoying inconvenience.

“I apologize for all of this, madam. I don’t know why that woman was shooting, yet she should be done now,”he said to the shaking receptionist. The poor woman looked at him, then peeked over the counter, cautiously watching everything.

Jonathan turned as the girl approached, tensing as she cut off her own finger. The receptionist yelped and ducked back down behind the counter.

As the girl ran off, Jonathan turned to glare at Christina. He wouldn’t openly admit it, but that had hit a nerve. One that reminded him that he was forever trapped in the human realm, wrongly banished by someone he had once thought a friend.

The moment her scent hit him, he was torn out of his thoughts. Herbs, why did she smell like herbs? And why was he in the mood for some tea now?

Jonathan shook his head in bewilderment. He then turned back to the receptionist, just as sirens entered the parking lot. He sighed. Why did things always have to get so complicated the moment Christina entered a room? He set down the bullets and sat down nearby, sighing again. It was going to be a long day, he already knew.

(Lol! Ooh… nice twist)

Jonathan cooperated with the pair of police officers that were investigating the shooting. He even indicated that he’d last seen Christina going into the elevator, but he didn’t mention that she’d enchanted the poor woman. The pair nodded, spoke to the receptionist, then headed up to find Christina.

He stayed seated for a while, taking a moment to relax. The receptionist clearly had the same idea in mind, because she decided to take a lunch break almost immediately after the police were done talking to her.

As Jonathan sat there, his mind and senses grew foggy and his body stilled. The only sign that Jonathan wasn’t a statue was his unusually calm breathing. It seemed like only seconds had passed when Jonathan finally came out of the fog, to the sight of a young man’s face mere inches away from him.

“Holy shit!”Jonathan burst, nearly falling out of his chair.

The youth jumped back, startled as well. He then started to frantically apologize.

Jonathan took a few deep breaths, then realized that the man was his new tenant. He waved for the youth to calm down.

“It’s alright. I… get into these ‘trances’ occasionally. They often choose the most inconvenient times to happen,”Jonathan reassured.

The young man paused, then apologized again. Jonathan waved it off, took a moment to finish composing himself, then told the youth to lead him to his room. The young man did so, and Jonathan helped him finish packing.

(Ooh, evil grin, I might have an idea on who wants him dead. He was in a war between three different races (including his own [He’s the same race as Lucitius, if it wasn’t obvious. I changed their name from Drāckonians to Ahkrethians, though]). Maybe, rogues from one of the enemy races tracked him down and wants him dead? Jonathan did have a somewhat higher up rank, and Ahkrethians won the war)

Jonathan helped the youth pack, and the man called a cab. They loaded it all, then Jonathan gave the address and promised to meet the youth later if he could manage it.

While they were doing this, the police left. Jonathan noticed that and sighed. He then noticed a guy pushing a cart for room service. For some strange reason, he became curious and approached the guy.

“Do you know who is getting all of this? I’m looking for a friend, yet the receptionist is out,”Jonathan asked.

The guy shrugged,”Some woman. Wildly attractive, but bad attitude.”

Jonathan snorted,”Um… do you mind if I follow? Also, do you serve Chamomile Tea?”

“I… guess. If she’s your friend. And, yeah. I’ll get some for you after I deliver this,”the guy replied with a shrug.

“Thank you.”

The guy shrugged again and continued on his way. They reached the room and the room service guy knocked on the door.

Jonathan stood off to the side, out of sight, though he was sure Christina would likely smell him the moment she opened the door. As they waited for Christina, Jonathan pondered why he was trying to visit her. What the hell was wrong with him? Or was he still obsessing over trying to figure out what she was?

Jonathan sighed. He didn’t know. He felt so stupid. Though, after a moment, he replayed the earlier incident in his mind, and remembered her smell as she pushed by him. Herbs. Chamomile. He had ordered Chamomile Tea. Damn his nose! And damn her feminine beauty! Why did she have to smell like herbs? Why, of all people?