https://blood-ties.net/rp/ Wed, 10 Jun 2026 13:03:14 +0000 MyBB https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=281 Sun, 06 Mar 2022 06:03:54 +0000 Basil Park]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=281
Not helping!

Basil groaned softly as she saved her document yet again—a compulsive habit she picked up in high school after losing two pages on an essay. Now she saved every time her fingers left the keyboard and apparently minutes later, just in case. It was probably time to pack up and call it a night anyway. A glance at the clock confirmed she’d been working at the little table for three hours and she didn’t think she had anything to show for it. She had so many final projects due over the next six weeks that the thing she loved was starting to torture her and make her regret three years of schooling.

It was the business model that was driving her insane. Trying to budget everything was a nightmare as that had never been an area of math she enjoyed despite her dad trying to get her to love the subject. Measurements and angles were things she could do easily but calculate tax and whatever else accountants would get paid to do for her was not fun. But the overall proposal was coming along no matter how much she didn’t think it was. And then she had to finalize the last few sketches she’d been working on the last week and turn them into something tangible that could be showcased at her final presentation.

Basil carefully gathered up her notebook, sketchbook, laptop, and various other bits that covered the table, tucking them all into her messenger bag before finishing off the remainder of her passion tango iced tea. The cup was tossed out before preparing to go outside. It was warming up but still chilly, especially after the sun set so the hoodie she had reformed with paint and patches was put on and the scarf that wasn’t technically hers followed. Nocturne had accidentally forgotten it a couple of months ago when he and his sister last visited for dinner and while he could use a little fashion help sometimes, he did have great taste in accessories as the multi-coloured knitted scarf showed.

Making sure she had everything, Basil called out a parting to the staff and slipped out into the cold night. Should she get pizza? What kind? Important questions and since there was a pizza place a short walk from where she currently stood and her car was parked along the way, it made sense to finally give in and feed the craving. With a smile and a bounce to her step, Basil made her way along the mostly deserted sidewalk, thinking about what toppings to get.]]>
Not helping!

Basil groaned softly as she saved her document yet again—a compulsive habit she picked up in high school after losing two pages on an essay. Now she saved every time her fingers left the keyboard and apparently minutes later, just in case. It was probably time to pack up and call it a night anyway. A glance at the clock confirmed she’d been working at the little table for three hours and she didn’t think she had anything to show for it. She had so many final projects due over the next six weeks that the thing she loved was starting to torture her and make her regret three years of schooling.

It was the business model that was driving her insane. Trying to budget everything was a nightmare as that had never been an area of math she enjoyed despite her dad trying to get her to love the subject. Measurements and angles were things she could do easily but calculate tax and whatever else accountants would get paid to do for her was not fun. But the overall proposal was coming along no matter how much she didn’t think it was. And then she had to finalize the last few sketches she’d been working on the last week and turn them into something tangible that could be showcased at her final presentation.

Basil carefully gathered up her notebook, sketchbook, laptop, and various other bits that covered the table, tucking them all into her messenger bag before finishing off the remainder of her passion tango iced tea. The cup was tossed out before preparing to go outside. It was warming up but still chilly, especially after the sun set so the hoodie she had reformed with paint and patches was put on and the scarf that wasn’t technically hers followed. Nocturne had accidentally forgotten it a couple of months ago when he and his sister last visited for dinner and while he could use a little fashion help sometimes, he did have great taste in accessories as the multi-coloured knitted scarf showed.

Making sure she had everything, Basil called out a parting to the staff and slipped out into the cold night. Should she get pizza? What kind? Important questions and since there was a pizza place a short walk from where she currently stood and her car was parked along the way, it made sense to finally give in and feed the craving. With a smile and a bounce to her step, Basil made her way along the mostly deserted sidewalk, thinking about what toppings to get.]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=206 Sun, 02 Jan 2022 07:04:42 +0000 Avery Masters]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=206
He'd been quietly sipping his drink as he read one of his cheesy romance novels on his e-reader. The modern era was so handy with such devices! Still, Avery loved a good solid book to thumb through and he had a collection in his condo of his favourites. But having so many books within the palm of his hand, accessible at any time made him feel powerful. Well, more powerful than he already was and in a different way.

As he finished his current read, torn between satisfied with the ending and annoyed that so many questions remained, Avery felt the urge to flex some of that other power. As the story came to an end, Avery flicked through the pages of ads and gratitude until he reached the final one that told him how long it took to read his little romance and gave him a chance to rate it. He gave it a solid three out of five stars, and wrote a quick and simple review. "Cute story, good sex scenes, but so many questions remain!"

The device was set down on his lap for a moment as Avery enjoyed a long drink of his cappuccino, gaze going around the room. It was midday and a rush seemed to be starting. Perfect. The large ring that he always wore on his right hand was casually slipped off and set on the arm of the chair before Avery picked up the e-reader once more and started scrolling through the index of unread books. Maybe something by the same author to see if the world-building improved? He was a bit intrigued by the side character that was obviously the hook for the second book so why not?

It didn't take long for the emotions to start to rise in the coffee house. Avery heard some customers grumbling about slow service before he finished the first chapter. That continued on for a while until finally someone snapped. Avery had noticed the two men come in and the one seemed far more susceptible to negative emotions as the anger slowly seeped into his features and made him tense. It was exactly what Avery was looking for.

The hothead either wasn’t a fan of waiting or perhaps the woman he kept glaring at wore a perfume that was distasteful to him. Whatever the reason, when the woman’s boyfriend turned around to say something, he earned a fist to the face. The woman screamed and the man that hadn’t seemed affected by the negative emotions pulled away his violent friend, restraining him without too much trouble. That in itself was interesting given he didn’t seem physically built but Avery knew from experience that strength came in all sizes—and some of it magical.

He continued to watch the brunette and marked the way he kept glancing around, as if looking for a source of the violence instead of just assuming his friend had finally gone too far. That didn’t bode well if the man was associated with the Guardians in some way. As casually as he could, Avery slid on his ring that masked and contained his dark aura. Slowly, the humans would come back to their more level-headed nature but some damage had already been done and Avery had received some entertainment.

Still, he didn’t like that someone was so aware if the surroundings and after finishing his drink and packing up his belongings, Avery stood to leave. He hesitated a moment before going to the counter, fishing out a twenty dollar bill from his wallet as he did so. He dropped the bill in the tip jar by the register and gave the woman manning the station a smile and a quick glance over to where the couple sat as the girlfriend held a bag of ice to her boyfriend’s face. The man that had thrown the punch was kicked out but his perceptive friend was waiting for their drink order down the counter.

“Some pretty nasty hangovers today,” Avery gave a light chuckle and shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what they had witnessed. “I’m sure there’s a saying about a rocky start to the New Year indicates a smooth sailing from that point onward. If not, I’m creating it now.” With a bit more of a jovial smile in place, Avery wished the staff well and headed out. If nothing else, that had been a delightful start to his year.]]>
He'd been quietly sipping his drink as he read one of his cheesy romance novels on his e-reader. The modern era was so handy with such devices! Still, Avery loved a good solid book to thumb through and he had a collection in his condo of his favourites. But having so many books within the palm of his hand, accessible at any time made him feel powerful. Well, more powerful than he already was and in a different way.

As he finished his current read, torn between satisfied with the ending and annoyed that so many questions remained, Avery felt the urge to flex some of that other power. As the story came to an end, Avery flicked through the pages of ads and gratitude until he reached the final one that told him how long it took to read his little romance and gave him a chance to rate it. He gave it a solid three out of five stars, and wrote a quick and simple review. "Cute story, good sex scenes, but so many questions remain!"

The device was set down on his lap for a moment as Avery enjoyed a long drink of his cappuccino, gaze going around the room. It was midday and a rush seemed to be starting. Perfect. The large ring that he always wore on his right hand was casually slipped off and set on the arm of the chair before Avery picked up the e-reader once more and started scrolling through the index of unread books. Maybe something by the same author to see if the world-building improved? He was a bit intrigued by the side character that was obviously the hook for the second book so why not?

It didn't take long for the emotions to start to rise in the coffee house. Avery heard some customers grumbling about slow service before he finished the first chapter. That continued on for a while until finally someone snapped. Avery had noticed the two men come in and the one seemed far more susceptible to negative emotions as the anger slowly seeped into his features and made him tense. It was exactly what Avery was looking for.

The hothead either wasn’t a fan of waiting or perhaps the woman he kept glaring at wore a perfume that was distasteful to him. Whatever the reason, when the woman’s boyfriend turned around to say something, he earned a fist to the face. The woman screamed and the man that hadn’t seemed affected by the negative emotions pulled away his violent friend, restraining him without too much trouble. That in itself was interesting given he didn’t seem physically built but Avery knew from experience that strength came in all sizes—and some of it magical.

He continued to watch the brunette and marked the way he kept glancing around, as if looking for a source of the violence instead of just assuming his friend had finally gone too far. That didn’t bode well if the man was associated with the Guardians in some way. As casually as he could, Avery slid on his ring that masked and contained his dark aura. Slowly, the humans would come back to their more level-headed nature but some damage had already been done and Avery had received some entertainment.

Still, he didn’t like that someone was so aware if the surroundings and after finishing his drink and packing up his belongings, Avery stood to leave. He hesitated a moment before going to the counter, fishing out a twenty dollar bill from his wallet as he did so. He dropped the bill in the tip jar by the register and gave the woman manning the station a smile and a quick glance over to where the couple sat as the girlfriend held a bag of ice to her boyfriend’s face. The man that had thrown the punch was kicked out but his perceptive friend was waiting for their drink order down the counter.

“Some pretty nasty hangovers today,” Avery gave a light chuckle and shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what they had witnessed. “I’m sure there’s a saying about a rocky start to the New Year indicates a smooth sailing from that point onward. If not, I’m creating it now.” With a bit more of a jovial smile in place, Avery wished the staff well and headed out. If nothing else, that had been a delightful start to his year.]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=127 Sun, 29 Aug 2021 13:36:29 +0000 Persephone Miller]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=127
The last small display case of muffins was the only thing left to stock as she straightened from putting the tray of cinnamon buns on the cooling rack. It had been a busy weekend and while she did some baking the night before to help catch back up, a few trays of cinnamon buns completed it. She had to admit that the aroma of the buns so early in the morning did help the early crowd buy baked goods so she may have planned the early morning accordingly.

With the last muffin finally placed on its shelf, Percy switched her playlist to the one that was a bit mellower but still stayed away from classical or elevator music as she didn’t want to bore his customers to the point they fell asleep and drowned in their cup. A final glance was given around the small room and then she ran her hands down her cute yellow halter top dress and went to the front door. She turned the sign from ‘closed’ to ‘open’ and flicked the lock on the door, giving it a test to ensure it opened smoothly.

Now it was the waiting game. While she did that, she’d get another cup of tea going for herself and perhaps start on a cake to surprise her lazy Sunday afternoon crowd with. Cakes and pies were still a bit beyond her skill level and what her time allowed for but she occasionally managed to get something out as a special treat.

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Ooc: The layout of Teas to Please is on the smaller side. There are a total of six tables where sixteen people can sit at (four tables of two and two tables of four). There’s also a small corner that is more for lounging with a book and a mug of tea that can hold two comfortably if they don’t mind being close. Finally, the counter is also on the smaller side with some display cases of the baked goods for sale on top and within the glass-front counter. Muffins, cookies, brownies, and cinnamon buns are typically what she has available but the flavours may rotate depending on her mood. Behind the counter is a wall of tea canisters in far too many flavours and a collection of tea cups in differing sizes and patterns. Beyond that lies the kitchen.]]>
The last small display case of muffins was the only thing left to stock as she straightened from putting the tray of cinnamon buns on the cooling rack. It had been a busy weekend and while she did some baking the night before to help catch back up, a few trays of cinnamon buns completed it. She had to admit that the aroma of the buns so early in the morning did help the early crowd buy baked goods so she may have planned the early morning accordingly.

With the last muffin finally placed on its shelf, Percy switched her playlist to the one that was a bit mellower but still stayed away from classical or elevator music as she didn’t want to bore his customers to the point they fell asleep and drowned in their cup. A final glance was given around the small room and then she ran her hands down her cute yellow halter top dress and went to the front door. She turned the sign from ‘closed’ to ‘open’ and flicked the lock on the door, giving it a test to ensure it opened smoothly.

Now it was the waiting game. While she did that, she’d get another cup of tea going for herself and perhaps start on a cake to surprise her lazy Sunday afternoon crowd with. Cakes and pies were still a bit beyond her skill level and what her time allowed for but she occasionally managed to get something out as a special treat.

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Ooc: The layout of Teas to Please is on the smaller side. There are a total of six tables where sixteen people can sit at (four tables of two and two tables of four). There’s also a small corner that is more for lounging with a book and a mug of tea that can hold two comfortably if they don’t mind being close. Finally, the counter is also on the smaller side with some display cases of the baked goods for sale on top and within the glass-front counter. Muffins, cookies, brownies, and cinnamon buns are typically what she has available but the flavours may rotate depending on her mood. Behind the counter is a wall of tea canisters in far too many flavours and a collection of tea cups in differing sizes and patterns. Beyond that lies the kitchen.]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=125 Sun, 29 Aug 2021 09:00:50 +0000 Jasper Jacobs]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=125
Getting time off work was hard, but when Jasper had been signed that Sunday night off, he’d immediately contacted his sister to get together for dinner. Not that whatever he put in his mouth would do him any good, but it was important to keep up appearances. Besides, Fig was busy that night and couldn’t work on his vampire education with him. He was okay with that, as the last few night had been full on and he was looking forward to relaxing.

When the waiter approached, Jasper indicated that he would have a ‘glass of red’, while also making a note to the server that his table mate was mundane, and would like to stay that way. So while he waited, Jasper dined on a glass of ‘wine’, enjoying the crisp and fresh taste. The Restaurant – known as ‘The Fantasy Bite’ – was run by a Family who was on good terms with Rafe, making Jasper feel comfortable being there, as well as bringing his sister through the doors. It was also far enough removed from Indulge that Jasper was able to work on the low down, reporting what he saw and experienced back to Rafe.

Lowering his glass, Jasper glanced towards the entrance way in time to see Arya entering and lifted a hand to greet her, even as she was brought to his table by a waiter. Jasper stood up, and greeted Arya with a hug and a kiss to her left cheek; he tightened his hold a little before letting her go, and once  more claimed his seat. “Do you know what you want?” He asked his sister, even as the waiter gave them both a menu.]]>
Getting time off work was hard, but when Jasper had been signed that Sunday night off, he’d immediately contacted his sister to get together for dinner. Not that whatever he put in his mouth would do him any good, but it was important to keep up appearances. Besides, Fig was busy that night and couldn’t work on his vampire education with him. He was okay with that, as the last few night had been full on and he was looking forward to relaxing.

When the waiter approached, Jasper indicated that he would have a ‘glass of red’, while also making a note to the server that his table mate was mundane, and would like to stay that way. So while he waited, Jasper dined on a glass of ‘wine’, enjoying the crisp and fresh taste. The Restaurant – known as ‘The Fantasy Bite’ – was run by a Family who was on good terms with Rafe, making Jasper feel comfortable being there, as well as bringing his sister through the doors. It was also far enough removed from Indulge that Jasper was able to work on the low down, reporting what he saw and experienced back to Rafe.

Lowering his glass, Jasper glanced towards the entrance way in time to see Arya entering and lifted a hand to greet her, even as she was brought to his table by a waiter. Jasper stood up, and greeted Arya with a hug and a kiss to her left cheek; he tightened his hold a little before letting her go, and once  more claimed his seat. “Do you know what you want?” He asked his sister, even as the waiter gave them both a menu.]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=91 Thu, 05 Aug 2021 09:59:59 +0000 Adelaide Moss]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=91
Peering around the doorway, Adelaide saw the last of their night customers packing up and idling out of the restaurant chatting happily. Coming out of her hiding hole, Adelaide smiled at the couple with a cheerful wave goodbye. Cleaning up their table was easy and quick, and she returned to the kitchen with her arms loaded heavily by plates and cutlery. She entered butt first, pushing the door open and swinging around as she came through. “Last batch, Cody!” She said happily, setting the plates down on the dirty side of the sink so that her younger friend could rinse and load them in the washer. 

“From customers, anyway! I’m starving!” Keen eyes turned towards the cook, a small smile on her lips. “Please say you saved us something?” She begged, but didn’t wait to hear the reply (she’d honestly be shocked if nothing was kept for the hungry staff) and darted back out onto the floor to begin the cleaning process; wiping down tables, refilling condiments, and stacking the chairs so that the floor could be washed once everything else was done. It didn’t take her too long to get it all into proper order, especially with the help of the other girls, and they were finished not too long after closing. Adelaide farewelled the couple of girls that were being picked up, and planned to eat at home — who would eat at home when you could eat here?!

Adelaide made her way back into the kitchen to find Cody finishing up with the last of his work. She went to the sink and scrubbed her hands clean, and then made her way over to where the cook was standing, nose wiggling in anticipation at the delicious smells that were coming her way. Being a rabbit shifter, Adelaide didn’t eat meat, but her veggie diet was rich and far reaching. She wasn’t let down as she picked up her plate, either, filled to the top with a large salad; there were cherry tomatoes, mint leaves, cucumber and Thai spices. “Oh, thank you!” She gushed, moving over to the small table the staff used for breaks.]]>
Peering around the doorway, Adelaide saw the last of their night customers packing up and idling out of the restaurant chatting happily. Coming out of her hiding hole, Adelaide smiled at the couple with a cheerful wave goodbye. Cleaning up their table was easy and quick, and she returned to the kitchen with her arms loaded heavily by plates and cutlery. She entered butt first, pushing the door open and swinging around as she came through. “Last batch, Cody!” She said happily, setting the plates down on the dirty side of the sink so that her younger friend could rinse and load them in the washer. 

“From customers, anyway! I’m starving!” Keen eyes turned towards the cook, a small smile on her lips. “Please say you saved us something?” She begged, but didn’t wait to hear the reply (she’d honestly be shocked if nothing was kept for the hungry staff) and darted back out onto the floor to begin the cleaning process; wiping down tables, refilling condiments, and stacking the chairs so that the floor could be washed once everything else was done. It didn’t take her too long to get it all into proper order, especially with the help of the other girls, and they were finished not too long after closing. Adelaide farewelled the couple of girls that were being picked up, and planned to eat at home — who would eat at home when you could eat here?!

Adelaide made her way back into the kitchen to find Cody finishing up with the last of his work. She went to the sink and scrubbed her hands clean, and then made her way over to where the cook was standing, nose wiggling in anticipation at the delicious smells that were coming her way. Being a rabbit shifter, Adelaide didn’t eat meat, but her veggie diet was rich and far reaching. She wasn’t let down as she picked up her plate, either, filled to the top with a large salad; there were cherry tomatoes, mint leaves, cucumber and Thai spices. “Oh, thank you!” She gushed, moving over to the small table the staff used for breaks.]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=59 Mon, 19 Jul 2021 08:17:42 +0000 Alexander Robinson]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=59
First, his daughter had woken him up unusually early, around five am – when her normal wakeup time was closer to six-thirty. That was fine. He could deal. He’d put her in the stroller and taken an extra early morning jog, lulling the toddler back to sleep with the motion. A sweet relief that was short lived when he stood in the dog shit left behind by some unthinkingly obnoxious owner. So that had been fun. He’d scraped the turd off the bottom of his shoe on some grass, but the stench followed him.

When they got home, his shoes were thrown into the washer – which was usually no big deal, but apparently he fucked that up too because it overflowed and made a mess of his laundry. So while Juliette occupied herself by making her usual morning mess of breakfast, Alexander had spent his time cleaning up the laundry, a task that shouldn’t have need to be done and was breaking into his otherwise perfectly routine morning.

Once the laundry was clean, it was back to tidying up his daughter. She had fruit smeared all over the place, and had knocked over her bottle of juice which had, of course, come undone when it hit the floor, creating a puddle. Alexander had sighed and cleaned that up, before focusing on his daughter herself. She was quickly wiped up, and he got her dressed in a cute outfit for her day at playgroup. At least she would be safe from the growing frustration Alexander was feeling as the morning kept getting worse.

Dropping Juliette off at daycare was uneventful, thank god, and Alexander decided he needed to unwind, and a local Timmy's would be the perfect place to do just that. Making a beeline in the direction of a favourite, Alexander kept an eye out for stray dogshit or potholes or who knew what else – ladders and falling pianos wouldn’t be out of the question, as far as he was concerned.

Ordering his coffee went smoothly; the woman behind the counter was sweet and actually got a smile out of the exhausted father, and he gave her a tip as he turned around, following the path everyone took when they were leaving the counter, so as not to get in the way of those behind them in line. Unfortunately, as he stepped out to choose a table, Alexander collided directly with another body, and his hot coffee spilled down his front, causing him to gasp and swear under his breath as he pulled his teeshirt away from his chest. “Fantastic,” he growled, before looking up to see who he had run in to, caught between wanting to apologise, and starting an argument.]]>
First, his daughter had woken him up unusually early, around five am – when her normal wakeup time was closer to six-thirty. That was fine. He could deal. He’d put her in the stroller and taken an extra early morning jog, lulling the toddler back to sleep with the motion. A sweet relief that was short lived when he stood in the dog shit left behind by some unthinkingly obnoxious owner. So that had been fun. He’d scraped the turd off the bottom of his shoe on some grass, but the stench followed him.

When they got home, his shoes were thrown into the washer – which was usually no big deal, but apparently he fucked that up too because it overflowed and made a mess of his laundry. So while Juliette occupied herself by making her usual morning mess of breakfast, Alexander had spent his time cleaning up the laundry, a task that shouldn’t have need to be done and was breaking into his otherwise perfectly routine morning.

Once the laundry was clean, it was back to tidying up his daughter. She had fruit smeared all over the place, and had knocked over her bottle of juice which had, of course, come undone when it hit the floor, creating a puddle. Alexander had sighed and cleaned that up, before focusing on his daughter herself. She was quickly wiped up, and he got her dressed in a cute outfit for her day at playgroup. At least she would be safe from the growing frustration Alexander was feeling as the morning kept getting worse.

Dropping Juliette off at daycare was uneventful, thank god, and Alexander decided he needed to unwind, and a local Timmy's would be the perfect place to do just that. Making a beeline in the direction of a favourite, Alexander kept an eye out for stray dogshit or potholes or who knew what else – ladders and falling pianos wouldn’t be out of the question, as far as he was concerned.

Ordering his coffee went smoothly; the woman behind the counter was sweet and actually got a smile out of the exhausted father, and he gave her a tip as he turned around, following the path everyone took when they were leaving the counter, so as not to get in the way of those behind them in line. Unfortunately, as he stepped out to choose a table, Alexander collided directly with another body, and his hot coffee spilled down his front, causing him to gasp and swear under his breath as he pulled his teeshirt away from his chest. “Fantastic,” he growled, before looking up to see who he had run in to, caught between wanting to apologise, and starting an argument.]]>