Las Levendas REBOOT - Offical Thread

[elixr]

Location: The Streets

“Haha, do you always do that?” she joked. “We can go,” the woman said and they continued walking.

“I don’t think I introduced myself… did I?” she thought for a while before saying, “Anyway… I’m Rapunzel. You are? Those powers of yours are amazing, by the way.”

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@Meekepeek ~ Nimue Vivianne

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Location: Giggly Juice (hehe)

“Whiskey, the 1930s,”

“Ah, so I’m guessing you memorise the 1930s slangs every day…” he said in a mocking tone and looked away from him. It was very odd that he knew what it meant. But, he did give off very vintage-y vibes, so he brushed it off.

“Are you calling us rats?” he asked, looking uninterested. This place was very boring. There were broken furniture, no music, water and drinks which came from god-knows-where and very very shxtty lyrics. “I mean, I would call myself a rat. Who would come, no, even consider coming to this run-down place with his friends?”

“You could say that I’m not very good with jokes. Or at least, I think so… Anyway, without wasting time, let’s practice. I don’t mind any song, but let’s start from the beginning of the list,”

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@sunflower.flow ~ A Person Who’s Very Shippable With Mikhael

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Location: Beau

“I’m going to pass for now. You know how models have to stick to their diet and all… But I will recommend your pastry shop!” she smiled, slightly pushing the cinnamon rolls away.

Thei looked behind at the sound of footsteps. Ever since she had started working with the LLPD, she had become more attentive and aware of her surroundings. She had to stay secretive and all…

She saw a beautiful woman with plum-coloured hair and dark eyes. “Oh, do you know her?” she asked Gothel.

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@Kbail ~ Mother Gothel
@liyahsdiamond ~ Corderlia Gaston Easton

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[Meekepeek]

“No, but I prefer if they buy my weapons instead of stealing them,” I said before we walked away. I eyed at the young girl and raised an eyebrow. “Nimue,” I said shortly. I wasn’t here for small talk. “they come in handy when someone tries to steal from me. No one can escape my water lock” I said with a sinister grin to add effect.
@elixr

[Kbail]

“Modeling? Oh darling, you’re going to miss out on so many delicious foods.” She put the cinammon rolls back in the display area while shaking her head in a disappointed manner. “Well it’s good that y-” The front door abruptly opened which distracted her from what she was going to say. She saw the familiar dark red hair and dark eyes. It was Cordelia surprisingly. She heard Aphrodite ask a question but she didn’t pay attention. "Wha- What are you doing here? " She never thought she would see Cordelia in her store again and she was quite irritated.

@elixr
@liyahsdiamond

[liyahsdiamond]

𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖆 𝕰𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖓

She smiled softly at the witch. “Hello, old friend,” she said with fake joy as she slowly crossed over to a chair and sat down in it, crossing her legs. “How’ve you been?”
For extra emphasis, she adjusted her black gloves while staring at Gothel with nothing but hate. She removed her hat and shook it. “It’s nice to see you again,” she said, fixing her red hair, “you know, things have gotten bad here. Children are going missing, being kidnapped…” I really don’t give a damn about those kids, Cordelia mused. She didn’t even care about where they were.

@Kbail

[Littlefeets]

Marcel Lefou

“Thank you mon ange.” The woman said to her son having helped her. “No need to thank me. I’m always glad to help.” Lefou smiled in response to his mother once again calling him her angel. One thing you could never say about Lefou, was that he didn’t love his mother. Everything he had going in his life had one of two people to thank. His mother, who devoted her life to her son, and Gaston, the man he had long considered his best friend. It was true that Lefou seemed almost subservient to Gaston, but Lefou was loyal to his friend and stood by him with anything. The friend who had helped him that day as young children so long ago. Lefou had helped his mother that morning before meeting up with Gaston himself as they always did for Gaston to talk about whatever it was that he wanted. Their conversation may be just about Gaston, but Lefou would never complain about it. As Gaston told Lefou about his struggle in determining a Christmas gift for Belle. “I’m really not sure Gaston. You could find a first edition copy of her favorite book, a meeting with her favorite author, or maybe a performance acting out her favorite book?”

@sunflower.flow - Gaston

[bpalmer]

Archer
“I dont know I have never been asked.” Archer shrugs as he thinks. “I mean I would want to look at what kind of system I was dealing with first. Some systems are really rough to get into and I dont know what I would consider worth it to get into them. I also would want who ever I was hacking for to be completely transparent with me and what they planed to do with whatever I got for them.” He says thinking out loud.

@Meekepeek

[Meekepeek]

I nodded. “Okay, then let’s go one step further. If I offered you a million to hack into the computer of the mayor of the city, as well as the local council and all their archives, would you do it?” I asked. I was curious, curious as to whenever or not he would bite to this. he didn’t have to say yes…he just didn’t have to say ‘no’.

While waiting however, I noticed the sun was already going down. “actually, hold that thought and you can think about that offer for a little bit, I have to head somewhere” I said and opened the window. “Spot you later!” I said before flying off.
@bpalmer - I edited for the time skip, we can always meet up later again.

[sunflower.flow]

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“It’s okay, Mrs. LeGume,” Arthur smirked slightly at the irony of the name. While it matched the tiny brain that the young lady’s husband could boast about, in Belle’s case… it was an oxymoron. It was a pretty mismatched marriage anyway.

He stood up, propping himself on his healthy hand. “I’m not in a hurry, I was just going back to the police station. We’re working on the case of the disappearances. To take a break from it, I wanted to grab some…,” he looked at the black stain on the ground and the paper cup, “…coffee. But that’s okay, caffeine isn’t that healthy after all, is it?". He smiled so as not to make the girl feel guilty. “Why are you in such a hurry? Work, I guess,” he asked, also looking at his phone. An old flap model that matches today’s times like gold fits a barn. He glanced at the time. He was going to be on a break soon… why not stretch his legs a little? By the way, he could look around a bit. Check if everything is alright in the neighborhood.

“Can I accompany you? If you don’t mind, of course.” He offered timidly. “I’ll make sure you don’t run into anyone else. I was supposed to go to your bookstore, anyway. I wanted to buy some books. For gifts.”

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@angelic ~ Belle LeGume

[sunflower.flow]

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“Not necessarily. I only know a few from my great-grandfather.” He replied or, to be more accurate, lied. In fact, he knew the slang of the 30s by heart. And not from his great-grandfather, but his own experience. He often had to bite his tongue not to make such a linguistic blunder, which was not easy at all. How was he to know what became slang and what was still being said daily? He shook his head.

He laughed. “I used to be a street rat, so I wasn’t too far off. But no, I didn’t mean us." Just like Mikhael, Bill looked around this… bar if it could even be called a bar. “I have no idea,” he replied with a shrug. “Probably people who have a very, very sad life.” He looked sidelong at Mikhael with a mischievous smile. “So…, you, for example.” He joked.

“Let it snow, let it be,” he pulled out the sheet music for the song and lazily walked over to the pianist. The musician only looked at Bill with indulgence. And his eyes were remarkably… frightening. Empty, dark, and sleepy. The man must have seen many unpleasant things in his life. Probably this bar was one of them. “You will accompany us,” Bill gave him the notes hesitantly. And then with more energy (after all, they were going to perform soon, right? It always made him more optimistic.) he turned to Mikhael. “Ready, darling?”

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@elixr ~ Mikhael Braun ~ the guy who is shipped with Bill because the sexual tension between them is impeccable

chef’s kiss

[sunflower.flow]

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Gaston had to stop to digest it. He couldn’t believe LeFou had offered him something like that. He waved his hands vigorously. “I guess I would have to be a fool to do that.” He snorted. “Doesn’t my dear LeFou know that Belle is addicted to these books? And such addictions must be healed.” He nodded. “We only have problems because of her fairy tales, novels, for God’s sake. Reading… she can read, I try to tolerate it." He sighed heavily. “But I WILL NOT support her hobby. Over my dead body!” and he raised his voice so much that his baritone hit the nearby shop windows and echoed back to him. Of course, Gaston wasn’t going to mention that he didn’t know anything about Belle’s favorite things. Why would he humiliate himself like that? Even in front of his dear friend.

They turned into an alley that led to the café. Gaston heard soft murmurs of delight that rose with every step he took. He looked around, noticing small groups of women who started to gather around. They stood far enough for Gaston not to hear the contents of their sighs but close enough for them to examine him. A proud grin lit his face. This is how Belle should be treating him. Sadly, they don’t see each other that often… she must miss him so badly.

Gaston stopped unexpectedly. Eyebrows raised high indicated that he had come up with a brilliant plan. The man thought for a moment, squeezing his perfect, shaven jaw tightly before clapping his hands. With incredible joy, he grabbed LeFou by the shoulders and turned him towards him. He bent his knees to match his friend’s height and looked him straight in the eyes. “Now, I know! I know what I have to do,” he said proudly, shaking LeFou briskly. “Belle must miss me terribly, which is why she reads so many books. To kill time, when we’re apart. We see each other so infrequently.” He lamented, shaking his head. “But!” He raised his big forefinger high up. His irises flashed with an eerie glow of excitement. He paused for a moment, building up the tension to dramatize his spark of genius. “My portrait! Yes, that is the best solution. That gift will be passionate and practical at the same time.” He nodded, assuring himself of the amazingness of this intention. “We’ll hang it in her bookshop, so I’ll always be around… kind of. Then she will never have to drown her sorrows in books. That should solve all my problems. Don’t you think LeFou?” he looked questioningly at the short man, tilting his head slightly to the side. He knew his friend would undeniably agree with him. It was, after all, a very meticulously thought-out plan. Perfect in its simplicity. Gaston smiled even wider waiting, for the subjective opinion of his dear friend.

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@Littlefeets ~ Marcel LeFou

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@angelic ~ Belle LeGume ~ mentioned

[unsungcheerio]

It was a cold morning, a chilly breeze accompanying the flakes of snow falling to the ground. Underneath her warm jacket, she wore a skin tight red dress which left her legs vulnerable to the bite of the brisk temperature. So she walked quickly, her black stilettos clacking against the pavement.

It was a lot warmer yesterday than it was this morning, and she’d been taken aback when she’d first stepped out of that guy’s apartment. Calling her sister to come and pick her up was a lot more trouble than it was worth, however, and so Anastasia caught a bus and was now walking the block from the bus stop to a coffee shop.

Last night had been very fun, and even though she was now freezing, she didn’t regret it one bit. She’d gone to a bar, buying a few drinks before a guy sidled up next to her and started buying the rest. Her tolerance level was high, and she didn’t get wasted, just the amount of drunk that she had wanted to be. The guy—whose name she had forgotten—offered to take her home with him and she obliged, spending the night with the stranger.

And that led us here, where she pushed open the door of a cafe, ordering a warm tea that they were quick to provide her. She was feeling a little hungry too, she ordered a cheese panini, which they told her they’d bring to her at her table. So she took her tea and walked to a nearby table, putting her purse down beside the chair. It was warm and cozy in the cafe, and she took off her coat, hanging it on the back of her chair, revealing the red dress she wore beneath it. On her table was a newspaper a previous customer must’ve left behind, and she glanced at it as she sat down and sipped her tea. So some girls had gone missing… and from the look of the article, the police weren’t being much of a help either. Interesting.

She read as she sipped, and then when the waitress came with her panini, she took bites of it as she read. Seemed like the tension that had been accumulating in this little city would finally be boiling over. Was it bad if she was excited to see that happen?

approachable

ORP:
yeah this was very half-assed lmao but here it is
tired

[elixr]

Location: Giggly Juice (hihihi)

“I was a street rat too… Wait, no, I was a wanderer. There’s a difference, isn’t there? Anyway, who cares? It was all in the past and I don’t want to remember it.” he looked away. Memories of his hitman days flashed in his head. It was not the smartest decision to the mafia, but he doesn’t regret it. What happened, happened and all he can do is move on.

“Yeah, yeah, I have a sad life,” he rolled his eyes at Bill. “All these newbie singers stole my spotlight. And their music wasn’t even that good! Who the fxck likes to listen to ‘ooh ooh ah ah’. How is that even considered as music?! Good Lord, the kids these days. This generation is really messed up,” he ranted to his lover friend.

“Ready, darling?”

Mikhael cringed when he said that. “Uh… sure. Please Don’t call me ‘darling’ again.” He cleared his throat and waited for the pianist to start. “~Oh, the weather outside is frightful…~” he started singing. His voice, like an angel’s. He felt good singing. It had been a while.

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@sunflower.flow ~ smexy boii who belongs to Mikhael

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[Kbail]

“Hello, old friend, how’ve you been?”

Gothel tilted her head upwards and looked down at her. Her saying “old friend” sounded almost as if she were mocking her. “I’m doing very splendid actually, well until you showed up here.” She moved in front of the counter now standing in front of Aphrodite. Then, Cordelia started talking about the missing children which Gothel didnt care much about. She wanted to roll her eyes. “I always told you how I don’t like negative energy in my store so cut the nonsense. Why are you here?” Gothel said with a frown on her face.

@liyahsdiamond Cordelia
@elixr Aphrodite

[liyahsdiamond]

𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖆 𝕰𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖓

“Negative energy?” she asked and frowned at Gothel, almost as if she was falsely accused of doing something she never did. “No, no, dear, I just came over because I’ve heard about your store and all the lovely sweets you sell here.” Cordelia sniffed the air. “Smells amazing,” she said and grinned, “what do you put in them? Can I have a few?” She removed her gloves, revealing the green spots on her hands, and gently placed them on the table.
“Please?”

@Kbail

[sunflower.flow]

DECEMBER 2nd

The next day - evening.

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@elixr
@Kbail
@unsungcheerio
@angelic
@Meekepeek
@Littlefeets
@liyahsdiamond
@bpalmer
@ForeverAngel
@Caticorn
@Owertym

[sunflower.flow]

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There was nothing about him again, not even the smallest information. Gaston tossed yesterday’s newspaper on the floor with a slight huff. After all, that was what he read them for. The man did not want to know about some disappearances and police problems, especially if they did not concern him. Looking for a quick way to improve his mood, he turned to Aphro lying next to him.

“It was good, wasn’t it?” he rasped with heavy breathing. It was another steamy night for them this week. They met more and more often. Not that it bothered Gaston, it’s just that Belle has stopped satisfying him. And as a man, he had to look elsewhere for that type of satisfaction. And Aphrodite was just as beautiful (maybe even more), and to Gaston, she was kinder. It suited him very well. “I was marvelous, wasn’t I?” he threaded his hand between her dark, thick hair, gently massaging her head. “We should do it more often,” he smirked boastfully, and the flushing on his face became redder.

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@elixr ~ Aphrodite Florakis ~ i woNdER wHAt thEY WERE doInG?

@angelic ~ Belle LeGume ~ also, you can still reply to Arthur, just remember to mention it’s for the conversation from the last day. Same with LeFou @Littlefeets

also, if you want me to change something, please tell me! I’m willing to do so.

[bpalmer]

Archer “Robin” Hood
He had let Genosta leave without answering his question. Archer was still tossing the question back and forth in his mind. He still wasn’t sure what his answer would be but he had to go to work in the diner for at least a few hours. Archer forced himself out of bed and shower before getting ready for the day. Before he headed downstairs to work a shift he stuffed all of his notebooks and laptop into his bag. He had other work to do on his breaks he wanted to know if he could find anything about Genosta. That man was different and Archer couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was specifically.

Approachable

[Kbail]

Before time skip

Gothel was pondering on whether she should throw Cordelia out of the store, but she didn’t want to be too spiteful to her in front of Aphrodite, so she put on a fake smile. “Oh, I’m so so sorry but I am only handing out sweets to paying customers, so If you are not planning on paying, then you might as well leave.” She explained. She was not fond of her at all, maybe from jealousy or their past feuds, but Cordelia had every reason to get revenge on her and she did not want to be blindsided by it. Then she turned back to Aphrodite and began talking to her as if Cordelia wasn’t sitting there. When the day came to an end, she closed up her shop feeling annoyed that she had to deal with something like this.

@liyahsdiamond - Cordelia
@elixr - Aphrodite

New Day

Gothel sat on the bench outside of a restaurant while eating a bagel and drinking coffee. She had accidently dropped a piece of bagel on the ground, which caused a group of birds to crowd around her feet. “Go away!” She yelled at them while moving her arms back and forth.

Approachable

[elixr]

Location: Probably the Sauna (wink)

“It was good, wasn’t it?” Aphrodite felt his breathing on her neck. She got goosebumps when she heard him whispering. His voice was just so smooth and arousing. ‘Σταμάτα, Αφροδίτη!’ she muttered to herself before turning to him. “Heh, why does it matter? What if I said no? What would you do then, Ton-Ton?” she asked him. It was the first time she had called him by an embarrassing nickname. Ton-Ton sounded cute. Maybe she should stick with it. It’d be pretty entertaining to see how he’d react.

“We should do it more often,” he smirked. “Ugh, wipe that smirk off your face,” she rolled her eyes and lightly smacked his face. “But, yeah… we should do that more often…” she said seductively, slowly caressing his perfectly chiselled abs. “I was thinking-” she paused when she heard her phone ringing. She turned around and grabbed her phone, which was lying on the bedside table.

“Who’s calling- ARES!!!” he stared at her phone in shock and immediately picked it up. “Ares, baby, is that you?! Speak to me!” she yelled on the phone, but the call just ended after she spoke. Weird… Is she remembered correctly, his phone was at home. “Who would-” Did someone break into her house?! No, that couldn’t be possible, she had made sure to lock her house before going out yesterday… or did she?

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@sunflower.flow ~ tOn ToN tHe sAuNa BuDdY
// I’m having way too much fun with his xD //

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[sunflower.flow]

Previous day - December 1st

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Ignoring his dilemmas about living on the street or something like that, Bill began repeating the lyrics, singing them softly under his breath. He became interested in Mikhael again when he started to talk about his career. He was so cute funny when he was annoyed.

“Ah, I know that feeling.” Bill smiled sadly. “They got me too. But don’t worry. Now I can perform again. I know where, but singing is what matters the most, right?" he patted Mikhael on the back.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” Bill rolled his eyes. “For me, it’s not weird, but… alright. I’ll stop calling you that, darling."

It was the first time Bill had heard Mikhael’s singing voice. And he never wanted to stop listening to him again. He sang magically…, almost like an angel. And although he should be jealous because his voice was not even close to this divine performance, instead, he was filled with blissful admiration. “But the fire is so delightful,” he continued with a smile, bouncing slightly. He gave Mikhael a playful wink, encouraging him to join the dance.

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@elixr ~ Mikhael Braun ~