Announcements: Universe of the Month! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newbies » RPG Chat โ€” the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Impending Pursuit Q&A » Eudaimonia » Loot! » Natural Kinds » I have a funny idea » Life in the 21st century. » Song of the Runes » Platoโ€™s Beard » Clues » Nihilism » Strange Tales From Hadean » Art Gulag [ Come get this Commish! ] » Visibility of Private Universes & Profile Customisation » Presuppositionalism » Aphantasia » Skill Trees - Good, Bad & Ugly » In-Game Gods & Gameplay Impact » Cunningham's Law » The Tribalism of Religion » Lost Library »

Players Wanted: Looking For A New Partner » Hellboy characters » 18+ Writing Partner [Fantasy, Romance, Etc.] » 18+, Multi-Para to Novella Writers please! » Looking for roleplayers » Fun tale full of angels, demons, and humans » Looking for roleplayers » A Fairytale World in Need of Heroes & Villains! » Are You a Crime Addict? » Wuxia RP » Looking for roleplayers » New Realistic Roleplay - Small World Life ูฉ( ยด๏ฝฅัˆ๏ฝฅ)ูˆ » Mentors Wanted » MV Recruiting Drive: sci-fi players wanted! » Veilbrand: The Revolution » Gonna do this anyway. » Looking for Kamen Rider Players » Elysium » Looking for roleplayers for a dystopian past! » Revamping Fantasy Adventure RPG, need new players »

Snippet #2682971

located in Ekland Farm, a part of The Spirit Detectives, one of the many universes on RPG.

Ekland Farm



Characters Present

Character Portrait: Duncan McAlister Character Portrait: Briella Adair Character Portrait: Leon D'Artagnan Character Portrait: Tom Passano Character Portrait: Cassandra Artemis Character Portrait: Monk Dawa
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »


Add Footnote »

0.00 INK

Cassie had long stopped crying, but her eyes didn't seem to get the memo. Every once in a while a lone tear would stray down her cheek. She hadn't said a word aloud since leaving the parlor room, but her thoughts were buzzing. Images of what she'd seen in the darkness replayed in her mind. Dreadful, terrible things.

Thankfully, Dawa's surprising softness worked wonders to distract her from the ongoing slideshow in her brain. Cassie was probably the only person in the word that hadn't seen the Sixth Sense. To be honest, she'd never felt the need to. She thought her own family was crazy enough to get her fill rather than watch some kid pretend to be psychic. According to how Dawa told it, you didn't have to be a psychic to see that end coming.

By the time the kind monk had finished patching her up, Cassie's arms felt incredibly heavy. She took her time looking over the mounds of padding on her arms. With a tight grimace she met Dawa's eyes, and mumbled a thanks as he ruffled her hair. Now that her cheek had been covered the skin felt incredibly tight. She was surprised the wounds didn't hurt, but Cassie didn't doubt that would come soon enough.

When he pulled her closer, Cassie thought perhaps he'd revert to his old tricks and say something gross. Instead, he kept the surprises going by teaching her his ancient ghost repellent. She could see he was seriously worried about her, but she wasn't sure if that made her feel better or not.

Once she'd managed to satisfy Dawa with her chanting ability, she stood determined to prove to everyone and herself that she wasn't afraid. With a deep breath she took stock of everyone around: Tom's hawkish eyes watching the monitor, Duncan had taken off the way they had come from, Briella being her normal self, and Leon... Where had Leon gone? When had Leon gone? Cassie was a little worried that he was off on his own. Sure he had a lot more experience than she did, but so did Dawa. Look what happened to them.

Cassie set her shoulders back and took a solid step across the salt line Dawa made. As if a dam broke, the gory images the... whatever that was... had shown her were back in full swing. But something was different this time. Her heart beat faster and her breathing hitched, but it wasn't from fear. No, she may have been scared, but boy was she angry.

With a fire in her eyes, she stared into the heart of the house and dared it to try that again.