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Y
ou don't know how you arrived here. What you remember of your past is foggy at best. All you know for certain now, is that you were chosen for a journey you didn't ask for. You arrive in Providence in a ruined keep on a hill. Here, you discover a single token of help: a Ring of Power. It calls to you, and brings out a power and potential you may not have known you ever had. There is an unknown force that threatens to consume this world. You have been tasked by a mysterious entity, only known as the 'Benefactor', to stop this force of destruction. But how you go about that is very much up to you.

Providence RP is a "people-with-powers" roleplay that focuses on exploring a chaotic world and making the unknown known. It is a world of imagination and strength of will, where belief and expectation play a major role in shaping reality itself.

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Owen Mohren
 Posted: Sep 28 2016, 05:07 PM
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It was just another day like any other. Though, the only difference is that the bed is a little colder than usual - and that was likely because Owen had been by the chair and stared out the window since the early morning before anyone could even wake up. It was unusual for him to be awake around this time, but he couldn't quite shake a few thoughts that made him go over by the window and sit to stare at the strange, foreign world outside. One could say he was still a little culture shocked after staying in this world for so long - trying to make a living in a place so rural.

Sometimes, as he stared, he envisioned the tall buildings with signs and advertisement lining a two to four lane road with cars and people walking back and forth. He tried to imagine hearing the engines of the contraptions making a 'white noise' he had often never quite taken the time appreciation, because he had never experienced the absence of it up until his arrival in Providence.

He had not been his usual self as of late, and while he was very excited about the meeting, the business of their circle, and the efforts put into the business that should sustain them for their life in the world, recent events had just got him thinking; reminding him that the bad of times will never go away. He knew they would surface time and time again, and it irritated him that the new life here still had the same problems. His blue-green eyes glossed over the dawn — processing the various colours within the gradient of the atmosphere caused by the peering sun along the horizon. Life was as quiet as it could get down below, with few early birds exiting their homes to go to work. He watched them, and only saw walkers and horse drawn carriages and wagons, and felt a touch homesick.

He decided to stand up and go for the washroom as quietly as he could; not wanting to wake up his partner as he pulled off his shorts to go take a good shower. It would be about twenty to thirty minutes before he was done, and he would still linger in the place to give himself a good brush of his teeth, and a simple shave with his trusty knife. His usual morning routine, except, way earlier than when he was expected to awaken.

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Samson Bishop
 Posted: Sep 28 2016, 05:25 PM
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Samson was known to be a bit of a light sleeper, especially when he was used to being the first one to wake up out of the two of them.The foreign sounds of the shower running in the room over caused roused Samson from his sleep, the man curling up in the blankets for a few seconds before laying there with his eyes open, just staring.

Things had been a little strange since that day, and he knew that he had almost everything to do with it. There was some wariness accompanying his thoughts when it came to Owen, and he didn't realize how much contact he had with Owen until he had stopped fussing over the other's clothing. There was definitely a bit of awkwardness there between them, and though he knew that it was a problem, he was more than happy to ignore it.

"..What are you doing up so early?" He asked a tad suspisciously as he regarded the other man, unsure of what to think. Seeing as he was already awake, he sat up on his bed and tried to muss his hair back into place, holding in a yawn and wincing at the morning breath.
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Owen Mohren
 Posted: Sep 28 2016, 05:59 PM
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With his skillful blade, and routine practice, he carved off what little blonde hair he had left on his face and made sure everything was cut fine and clean. He lowered his face into the sink, splashed some water over it and patted it off before picking up his underwear and moving out back into the room stark naked as usual.

He plopped his dirty underwear on the shelf and sought out a new one in one of the drawers - and he had few since he didn't have a year's worth of clothing yet. He would pull it out and stopped for a moment to hear his partner asking him about why he was up. He turned to his partner and shrugged, "Eh. Thinkin' 'bout gettin' some nice coffee not from the inn." he explained himself as he let out a yawn - stretching a bit himself and rolling those muscular, scarred shoulders until audible cracks could be heard. He jerked a bit with a grunt, and rubbed at his own shoulder for a bit to ease the slight soreness before resuming what he was doing - pulling out his old dress shirt that was cleaned recently, a waistcoat from his suit set, belt, trousers, and a red bolo tie decorated with a miniature scultpure of a ram's skull.

He moved over to the bed across from Samson and set his ensemble of clothes and his underwear to keep from having to set it on the floor, and sifted through it carefully so he wouldn't over-wrinkle them. He lifted his shirt and looked it over - it wasn't as clean like the shirt that came with his suit, but he wasn't planning on getting it dirty any time soon — so instead, he slipped that one on and fumbled with the buttons; stopping a moment in realization that he had looped in the wrong order, and did it over again. "Want to come?" he would ask leisurely as his focus seemed to remain on dealing with those damned buttons.

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Samson Bishop
 Posted: Sep 29 2016, 12:43 AM
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Samson's eyes slowly followed Owen's hands as they struggled to apparently perform even the simplest of tasks. Luckily, he was tired enough that he could hold down the urge to sit up and do it for the other man. IT was times like these that made him realize just how much he had fussed over Owen before.

"..I need to take a shower." He was definitely interested in nice coffee since he practically lived on that stuff. He was still quite a bit behind schedule compared to Owen however. "..I won't be ready in time, go without me." He said dismissively as he went to get up anyway, lumbering over to the washroom to go take a shower.

Looking at Owen trying to dress himself was making his fingers itch, and he had to at least brush his teeth before he got his day started - the morning breath disgusting himself.

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Owen Mohren
 Posted: Sep 29 2016, 12:57 AM
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"I can wait. It ain't like y'know exactly where t'go." he snickered a bit as he fumbled away before finally getting some buttons in right, and following up with some struggle. He continued dressing himself - slipping on his waistcoat, smoothed it out and buttoned that up as well. While he was tempted to roll his sleeves, he felt like he shouldn't, and decided to just button up the sleeves of his dress shirt and flopped it just a bit to give some air.

He would glance back up to see his partner move off the, and finally get off the bed before moving to the shower. He wouldn't bother much afterwards since that would stall the other man, so instead, he decided to pull on his trousers, button those up and snapped his suspenders over his waistcoat. IT was an unusual style choice, since usually suspenders go under - but it was a thing he had always done, and it looked good either way. Right when he was about to put on his bolo tie, he instead, flopped down face first into the bed and laid there like a corpse - almost done dressing, but fuck it - he was still too damn tired for his own good.

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Samson Bishop
 Posted: Sep 29 2016, 03:39 AM
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Samson waved as he walked away, letting Owen know that he had heard. He was mildly surprised that the other man was even willing to wait for him, but would take it nonetheless. Finding good coffee sounded like a nobel mission, after all.

Showering was arduous task, since Samson always went through his body thoroughly to make sure that he was clean. This didn't change despite the change in quality of almost everything, even down to the hot water - it just meant that it took longer. After he was done taking a shower, he brushed his teeth and made sure that his hair looked alright. He tied the towel around his waist before stepping out, a shiver running down his spine as he walked over to the closet to get his clothes out.

Looking through his options, he figured he would wear what he originally came to Providence in - everything else was either dirtied or not suitable for a day out. "You going to go like that?" Samson asked as he worked with his tie, trying to get it to look right without looking at a mirror. "I'm ready." He let the other man know as he started putting his shoes on,m waiting for him to join.

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Owen Mohren
 Posted: Sep 29 2016, 03:59 AM
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Owen laid there on the bed, and rubbed himself all over it as he gathered the pillows, hugged them and smothered his own face before taking in a deep breath and exhaled to rest. He wanted to sleep at this point, and even though he was up, he regretted it and just wanted to pass out once more. He listened to his partner shower in the bathroom idly, and eventually, he would shut his eyes and take a short nap.

He didn't stir - even when Samson came out and managed to get ready. Owen simply laid there and rested as his ears paid some vague attention to his surroundings - and it was until his partner asked him about going to go 'like that' was hard for him to process. He yawned out again and flopped back on his back - still holding those pillows up to his face as he leered back to the other man, "...eh." he muttered out before cracking open his own jaws for a bit of a yawn, and stretched again on the bed. His bed rolling messed up his hair and clothes - again, but Owen clearly didn't care as he slowly pulled himself back up to sit and adjusted his glasses.

He sniffed in a bit and sought out that bolo tie, before pulling himself up to a lazy stand; sizing up his partner who was clearly ready to go. Now Owen was the one who was behind schedule. "...Yeah. I guess. Did I miss somethin'?" he readjusted his messed up garments and smoothed it out as best as he possibly could before winding that red string around his neck, tied it so it would act as a tie, and clipped with the gold ram's skull. Eventually, he wobbled over towards his shoes and lazily pulled them on. "So there's a place...I seein' by th'market that servin' some turk'style coffee."

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Samson Bishop
 Posted: Sep 29 2016, 03:28 PM
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Samson heaved a sigh as Owen walked on over and started tying his shoes. Being taller than the other man, he could see every messed up detail of the man's appearance, and he barely heard the suggstion about the Turkish coffee. "Come here." He said with a hint of exasperation in his voice as he waited until Owen straightened himself out, before thoroughly going over the other man to make sure that every out of place hair and wrinkled piece of clothing was straightened up.

With how much work Owen had made for him, it took a few minutes for him to finish up. But it was done finally, and he opened the door. "Come on." He said gruffly, wondering exactly how old Owen was, and if he was younger than he said he was..

He forced hhimself from his thoughts, stepping out and walking briskly down the hallway. He was irritated at himself for giving in, and it wasn't all that discreet, though the reason may have been unknown. As they reached the entrance of the inn, Samson slowed his pace to let Owen walk in front of him so that he could lead the way.


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Owen Mohren
 Posted: Sep 29 2016, 04:54 PM
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Owen was still too out of it to think clearly, and still had this desire to go back to bed since it was still too bloody early for anything. He was awake because he couldn't stop thinking, but for some reason now that there's talk going on and he was wearing clothes, he suddenly just wanted to go back to bed and abort the mission to actually be up awake. This is further shown by how slow he was fumbling with his laces, and finally got it tied up and ready to go after a moment's time in staring at the laces.

He could hear that long sigh, but would comply to that statement about getting over there since, he was already getting used to his partner's antics. He straightened up his position, lifted his chin a little and let Samson do what he needed to do. He didn't say anything about it besides a small sigh from himself about how the other man always adjusted his garments.

Once it was all done, he would move on forward - noting that his partner was, for some reason a little grumpy. "Oi, y'lookin' a lil' bluesy there. Chin up, it's a break day." he would pipe up as they walke down the hall. Owen didn't slip his ring on the proper finger and kept himself visible for now - it's not like anyone would recognize him looking this cleaned up, and he wanted to enjoy his day seeing his own hands for once.

He would eventually lead the way as he stuck his hands into his dress pockets and moved in lazy strides for the market. He would keep his ears peeled for any word from his partner as he breathed in the morning air and exhaled — realizing how different the scent was in comparison to the late afternoon. It was kind of nice. "Eeeeey— would y'lookin tha'. Been a while since I seein' th'mornins yeah? Smells nice." he commented on the day.

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Samson Bishop
 Posted: Sep 29 2016, 06:06 PM
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Samson sighed as Owen pointed out the break day, knowing that the other man was right. Stressing over things just wasn't his style, and now his rare day off was starting to be a chore because of it. "You took your ring off." He pointed out with a raise of an eyebrow instead, as Owen didn't need to hear anymore about him being right.

Owen looked as good as usual with his suit on, but this time Samson could see the man's face. He admired the view for a second before slipping his eyes away from the man. "If you woke up early, you'd get to smell it everyday." He pointed out.

"How do they even make coffee here? Don't they get the beans from south africa or something?" He murmured to himself as they kept walking. it was a mystery how things worked in Providence, and though he tended to not question it, sometimes he couldn't help but to do just that.
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Owen Mohren
 Posted: Sep 29 2016, 06:22 PM
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Owen snorted a bit to the little pointer about how his ring had been taken off, which prompted him to grin cheesily to his partner, "I felt like enjoyin' m'clothin' on. PLUS...no one would recognize me yeah? Neat hair, neat everythin'...completely different guy." he adjusted his his sleeves nonchalantly as he spoke - clearly proud of his appearance being as narcissistic as he was.

He lead the way and weaved through the growing morning crowd. While it wasn't as busy as it could be in the afternoon, it was busy enough that there would need to be some attention paid while walking around. People, carts, workers and more were moving back and forth to tend to their jobs, eat breakfast or preparing for what their day needs, and it was interesting to watch. "Yeah, buh' I kindo like m'sleep too, y'know?" he would flit his gaze back and forth in search for the familiar stall he had encountered.

Once he had recognized the front of it, he gestured to his partner to follow; listening to him speak of coffee beans. "Well I found ou' somethin' real weird from th'bartender back a'th'inn, yeah? Turns out, she sayin' tha' bottles o' booze jus' appears on th'bar. Like, jus poof — it's there. Because o' tha' she ain't care if I give th' bar th'old five finger discount." he noted before arriving by the cafe. It was a small, narrow little shop with a good number of people filling its tables. Owen would look back to Samson with a quaint little smile - seeming as excited over it as he moved into the place. Turkish coffee had a very peculiar way in how it was brewed and made. By where the baristas should, there would be a counter full of sand and small metal pots, and a few buried within it filled with coffee as the worker did what they did to prepare it. To most, it was different, but to Owen...it seemed nostalgic. "I ain't got no clue where th'beans comin' from, buh I sure wanna get a taste o tha'." he pointed out before moving off to sit by the window of the shop - settling down in his own seat as he waited for his partner to join him.

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Samson Bishop
 Posted: Sep 29 2016, 06:56 PM
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"Let's go show you off to Delilah, then." Samson suggested with a grin, knowing that if anybody was going to notice, then it would be her. Talk of showing Owen off made him fiddle with his own collar of his shirt, straightening out unwrinkled fabric as if it were a habit of his. It was a nice change being outside this early, seeing as though Samson woke early, he rarely went out early to do things - usually just having a leisurely breakfast at the inn.

"That explains why we don't pay for the food at the inn." Samson pointed out, breathing in the brisk morning air and finding that it really was refreshing. His fingers naturally itched for a cigarette, and he reached down to his pack to fish one out. He would be out soon, but decided that starting a day early with a cigarette wasn't bad, either. "You'd thihnk they wouldn't charge for the booze then." Samson for the most part, sounded confused, wondering why they were paying so much for alcohol when the bar made 100 percent profit. He lit his cigarette and took a drag, before handing it off to Owen for a drag as well.

finding a seat was easier than it looked from the outside, and once that was done he looked around the small cafe, taking in its surroundings. "It's nice." He commented with a small smile on his face, his eyes roaming over the homey area. He wondered if there was any smoking rules in here, but figured he would be asked to stop if there were, taking another drag from the cigarette.
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Owen Mohren
 Posted: Sep 29 2016, 07:14 PM
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Owen clicked his tongue to the suggestion, "She's already seen m'suit. She'll catch on easy, an' thas' no fun yeah? Gotta 'git a new suit fer'tha' occasion." he chuckled out as he looked off out the window for a time - something he had been doing a lot as of late. He often zoned out just watching the world outside the building, as his ears listened for anything else.

"Yep." he expressed as he leaned set his elbow down on the table and leaned his head into his hand, "Maybe is 'cause it ain't regeneratin' quickly...o' maybe some brews are actually local. I ain't got no clue." he shrugged it off, "Shame th'inn ain't spoutin' cigarettes...but hey, at least it gives us some business." speaking of cigarettes, his blue-green gaze shifted back to Samson fiddling around with something - and noticed he had fished out his pack. He licked at his lips a bit and sat up; knowing well that he had been craving one for a while now. He reached out and grasp the cig before setting it up to his lips to take a good drag out of it - and when that was done, he'd hold the fumes in and handed it back before exhaling it out slowly through his nose. It was, after all, a rare commodity and he would have to savour it.

He waved to the barista, whom in which sent a a family member over to take their order. Owen was quick to make a few exchanges in words - knowing exactly what to order before he had sent them off. He looked back towards Samson before cracking his jaw open for a little yawn, and tasted the air a bit before living a hand beneath his glasses to rub at his watering eyes. Clearly, he was tired. "So...uh. How's everythin' with you." he would inquire on his partner; still partially wondering what was even on his mind as of late. It would make for idle talk as he wiggled his fingers towards his partner as if requesting for another drag off the cigarette.

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Samson Bishop
 Posted: Sep 29 2016, 09:35 PM
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"If we make a smoke shop, do you think the cigarettes will appear?" Samson asked curiously. If that was how it worked in the pub, it only made sense if it worked like that for shops as well. But he also knew that everybody else had to make their own wares, so it didn't quite make sense either. He pursed his lips as he thought of the complicated progress they would all have to undergo to even get their circle running.

"What did you get?" Samson asked as Owen ordered for him as well. He didn't mind, since he had never tried Turkey style coffee before, and didn't know what was good. It was coffee though, and he didn't think he would be running into any surprises there. He usually didn't care what that stuff tasted like anyway, as long as it got into his system and kept him awake.

"We spend practically everyday together." Samson said flatly as he pointed out that bit of information, taking another drag from the cigarette before passing it onto Owen. He wasn't all too keen to answer that question in detail, seeing as he didn't really have an answer, even for himself.
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Owen Mohren
 Posted: Sep 29 2016, 10:06 PM
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That curious question made him wonder, but of course, trying to grasp the logic of town and the inn always confused him, so instead he just shrugged it off, "Nooo idea. We'll see when we startin' it yea? Buh if it happens, we make bank and it'll be dang nice." he commented with a wide, toothy grin; wondering what it'd be like to be wealthy and lazy at the same time. He didn't think of much else besides the good dough they coul dbe making, and was mostly excited about the neat things they could try out.

The question about their order had Owen think it over for a time, "Turkish coffee comes in one thing. Fine ground, strong coffee, yeah? I got yours in sade. Means no sugar. F'me, I got it orta şekerli...semi sweet." he explained as he eyed around the place for a time as they waited for their coffee. It was kind of busy, so it should take some time.

Owen reached out to grab that cig and took a drag out of it whilst processing that flat statement. Now that he had thought about it - it was the case, and he pursed his lips in wonder. He passed the cig back to his partner as he leaned back in his chair - exhaling slowly as he spoke, "Well, we workin' t'gether t'make a livin'." he shrugged, "Jus'..y'know. Wondering how y'feelin' lately. Thas' all." his eyes glossed past Samson for a moment as he watched the people walk by.

His gaze moved back to the server placing down their cups: They were small filled with piping hot, concentrated coffee in ceramic cups, which are also surrounded by a copper shell. While it looked quite fancy, it was meant to stay as hot as possible. Owen nodded and grinned to the site of the beverage, "Ahhh shiet. There we go." he pushed Samson's unsweetened cup over towards him, "Drink it real slow 'cause shit's strong an' damn hot. Unless y'wanna burn y'pretty face then...whatever, not m'problem." he teased the other with snidely grin.

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