#closed rp

@variousvossivixens

To find a god, that was Andrew's goal. He was in one of the highest positions of what even he could acknowledge was a cult. The issue was, the cult had no god. Nothing to worship. No point for existance. Well, he had one. He was to find a god. Find a god and capture it.

He had the perfect personality for it. Bubbly, excited, and energetic, all of it laying as the perfect mask over a man who had spent years studying the gods and their ways. It was no wonder he was the one who finally succeeded. He found a god, although they did not know that he knew what they were, befriended them by talking about his job at the zoo, and invited them to a party.

The party was exactly the kind of thing homeschoolers dreamed about and parents feared. College aged men, women and others, drinking and jamming under flashing disco lights to music too loud to speak over. Somehow Andrew managed to push not one, not two, but three different drinks into the fox gods hands. By the end of the night, the room was spinning and the god could hardly form words.

Andrew pulls them from the party, his voice full of honey as he assures them that they are doing an incredible job and he's never seen someone so incredible. "You could be a god~ Just imagine, the world at your feet. You would be worshiped and praised! Fed on offerings of the choicest meat and fruits. Doesn't that sound fun?"

(A Closed RP with @kitkatafterdark)

Alexander Seed wiped some sweat off his brow as he went back to tightening a bolt underneath the classic muscle car he was working on. Life as a ranch hand had been rather laborious, even though he'd only been here two weeks, hired on after the previous hands had left without notice or warning.

The morning light was settling over New York, perfectly. Letting in the warm morning rays grace the bitter cold city, it's been oddly cold for this time of year

But finally. The warm was welcoming them.

April closed the door to the beautiful brick townhouse. She had successfully dropped off the little ones. Nadia will be picked up from school by her mother later on.

Her pink Mary Jane's clicked as she hops down those steps in front of the house. She eyes Edward softly.

"Okay. Kids are good. Mama will get Nadia later when she's out from school. We can take as long as we want."

April tilts her head a bit. Space puffs swaying as she hums. "So, coffee and a bite?"

Closed RP - Firefox🌋 OR Hench🐧

Voss, regardless of what name they go by or what gender or age they are, exist across almost all dimensions across reality. They can have so many differences between them that make them unique but there are some story beats or canon events or whatever you like to call them that persist among their variations. The first consistency is that death is never the end of their story. In one way or another, they will persist. The second consistency, which somehow manages to be more bizarre, is the fact that they will always find some way to interact with other universes beyond their own. So perhaps that is why when a rift between their two worlds opened and switched the places of two people neither of them had ever met, they got switched too.

Voss, or Hench as his brothers call him, wakes up in an unfamiliar place. He stretches out, blinking in confusion when instead of finding himself in his warm bed he finds a large and soft dog bed with lots of pillows. He sits up with a scowl and freezes when he notices two teenagers sleeping soundly in a big bed. He quickly pats his legs, sighing in relief when he finds both his guns still strapped in place. As quietly as he can he gets up and heads out of the bedroom, looking around the apartment warily.

Voss, or Firefox as his brothers call him, wakes up in an unfamiliar place. The first thing he notices is the unfamiliar smell. It smells like ashes, alcohol, and cat litter hiding under the smell of woody cologne. He opens his eyes, looking around and immediately letting out a startled whine as he realizes he's laying in bed next to a dark haired stranger. He falls out of the bed, staring and breathing heavily before darting out of the bedroom, nearly tripping over a cat as he stumbles into the living room and looks around the apartment, hands immediately going to fidget with his bracelet.

The song eventually ends and he laughs to himself

I haven't done that in... A very long time. Probably not since we were a thing.

He smiles, leaning his arm against the window and looking out as they get closer

...Did you say what was happening for lunch? I can't recall—

Anyone who has been on anti-depressents long enough knows that dropping them suddenly is one of the worst things you can do. Farthermore, most of the time, meds are a system. You have to take all your meds for any of the meds to work. Destiny was out of anti-depressents. The pharmacy wouldn't have them in for a week.

Destiny had called his partner in a panic, already melting down about the idea of going that long without his meds. The idea was terrifying and he really, really didn't want to feel all those emotions again. He didn't really tell them much, sobbing more than he spoke.