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  2. Csl

    Satisfying Curiosities [closed]

    Rozharon sipped her tea, her countenance as calm as it had been when she had entered. She only allowed herself to react when Halisera mentioned the Singlances - a tightening of her jaw, a crease in her brow, a blink. When Halisera finished, Rozharon met her gaze, allowing the silence to stretch on for a few heartbeats. There were several ways to respond. She could debate the legitimacy of Taen’s rule, retaining the image of a benevolent Empress of a just empire that had saved the kingdom from a tyrant. Titus certainly liked that image, believing it to be true of him and Veluriyam. To an extent, he was correct. However, she would either be taken for a fool, ignoring the woman’s logic, or purposefully ignorant. She could ignore the arguments Halisera had laid out, allow the veneer of righteousness to fade away, adopt the image of a condescending, indifferent ruler - bureaucratic, blindly obedient to Titus, believing herself superior. It would be easy to make the transition: beam a patient smile, explaining that Dali simply did not appreciate their efforts against Damien, how they could not see that Ursa Madeum had needed guidance from greater beings, angels. But it wouldn’t be wise to risk having the Dalis as an enemy. She had long considered disposing of the nobles in all the iterations the act could be carried out. Too messy. The Syngraf had disallowed it in the end. There was always the path of truthfulness. She held none of the morals that Titus had, had not been in Valucre yet when Ursa Madeum had been conquered by Taen. She had helped the Empire in his short absence, helping Taen and Ursa Madeum develop. Her purpose had soon been revealed - to continue strengthening the Taen Empire. Like all the other times, she had simply obeyed, what desires she had perfectly aligned with theirs, regardless if those desires defied logic or reason. This world bore the influence of many deities and numen; her progress was slower, the Syngraf’s communications scarcer. It was an amusing option to consider. Like all other times, though, telling a mortal that she was little more than a sentient weapon wielded by cosmic beings and obeying their commands was inadvisable. The charade of empathy needed to be retained. “I ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀɴᴅᴏʀ,” Rozharon said sincerely. The same words, the same inflection she’d spoken them to Varda Hildebrand. “Yᴏᴜ sᴇᴇᴍ ꜰᴀɪʀʟʏ sᴇᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀʀᴇ, ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ. I ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ I’ᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴏɴ Tᴀᴇɴ’s ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ꜰᴏʀ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘʏɪɴɢ Uʀsᴀ Mᴀᴅᴇᴜᴍ, ᴏʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ Sɪɴɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇs, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ I’ᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴀs Eᴍᴘʀᴇss” Her tone was matter-of-fact, the cadence near-identical to Halisera’s earlier speech. She paused for a moment. “I’ʟʟ ʀᴇᴘᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ. Tʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴇᴀᴛᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀɴᴅ Tᴀᴇɴ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇᴀᴋᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴀʀʀɪᴇʀ. Iᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ɪsʟᴀɴᴅs. Wᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ɪᴛ. Iᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇs. Pᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ꜰʟᴀsʜᴇs ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ, ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅʟɪꜰᴇ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋᴇʀ, ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜɪᴇʀ. Oᴜʀ ʟᴀɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ- ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛʟʏ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴇꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴇᴇɴ, ʙᴜᴛ Tᴀᴇɴ’s ᴀꜰꜰᴀɪʀs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ Uʀsᴀ Mᴀᴅᴇᴜᴍ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪᴛ’s ᴀs ʀᴜʟᴇʀs ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ ᴏʀ ᴀʟʟɪᴇs ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ.” There was also the threat of Taen’s unstable nature triggering catastrophe in the land. It wasn’t necessary to mention at the moment, though. “I ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɴᴏ ɢᴜᴀʀᴀɴᴛᴇᴇs ᴏɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ’s ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ… ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴅᴇᴀ. Uʟᴅᴡᴀʀ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏsᴇᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ. Pᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ’s ʜᴀɴᴅs, ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀsɪs ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀɪᴛʏ, ᴛʜᴇ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ᴇxᴘʟᴏɪᴛᴇᴅ - I’ᴠᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ɪᴛ ꜰᴀɪʟ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ.” Rozharon paused, eyeing Halisera. “Gʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴏꜰ ᴏɴᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴀɴ ɪs ꜰᴀʀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴅɪsᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴠᴇ, ᴜɴᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ-sᴡᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀᴄᴇ. Wᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ, ʀɪɢʜᴛᴇᴏᴜs ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘʏ ɪᴛ?” Her gaze lingered on Halisera, the implication clear.
  3. Lawman

    Naughty or Nice?

    "We're fighting... reindeer!?" Alice exclaimed as Santa gave the order for his reindeer to attack. Except that like everyone else, she would learn the hard way that these weren't no ordinary ungulates - sure they may not look scary like the monstrous Saevion from Yh'mi, but appearances can sure be deceiving as it turned out that Santa's reindeer were a class of their own! "What the f-!" the cat girl exclaimed as the one called Dasher zipped around at speeds her eyes could hardly track, its movements leaving blurred trails at it zoomed around. "Keep still, damn!" She hissed as she fired a few shots, though every time a bullet left her gun's muzzle the beast was no longer there. But that was just the beginning of her woes, as she would feel a distortion in the surrounding space... followed by what seemed like wormholes opening right above her. "Nyaaaa!" Alice screeched as meteors flew out from said rifts, exploding as they impacted the ground, and she would find herself caught right in the blast radius of an exploding meteor, sending her flying through the air like a ragdoll. Unknown to her though, getting ragdolled by the explosion thankfully knocked her clear of Dasher's charge, for now sparing her the fate of being gored by his antlers. "No more... nice kitty!" Alice hissed as she picked herself up from the floor, bearing significant burns from being caught by the explosion. "Multiplayer mode!" The cat girl's eyes glowed with a brilliant white light as she began to appear blurry to the human eye... before spawning two identical copies of herself, albeit undamaged. "I'm Alice Alpha!" the cat girl to her left remarked as she raised her hand into the sky. "And I'm Alice Bravo!" the one on the right chorused as she performed the same action. "Get em' tigers!" Alice Prime ordered as she pointed towards Dasher. "You and I have some unfinished business!" Alice Prime remarked as she turned towards Comet, the glowing orange marking returning to her right arm and right side of her face as she conjured a pair of fireballs and lobbed them towards the meteor-conjuring reindeer. "Let's see how you like your own medicine, nya!" And with that she would cough painfully, apparently having been messed up internally by the explosion too. "Attack formation!" Alice Alpha and Bravo exclaimed in unison as they charged towards Dasher, side by side with each other and every now and then would weave side to side to change places. "Take this!" Alice Alpha declared as she drew her gun and fired two shots at Dasher, meanwhile Alice Bravo would springboard right off Alice Alpha's back and take to the air, raising her hands above her head to conjure a fireball before throwing it down at the reindeer. "And that, nya!" @HollowCipher
  4. zackrobbman

    InFAMOUS - Zero Year

    Leo received no response from the large man, the three neon blasts to Bricks face effectively freezing his prefrontal lobe and maybe anything behind it. "Think he's actually down for the count." said Chris as he walked over, still stretching to deal with the pain in his back and arms. He cautiously nudged Brick's head with a foot to make sure his assumption wasn't wrong. The neon blasts he'd taken had turned his face a radiant shade of orange, the bright color slowly fading away as the seconds passed. Once it was completely gone, Chris noted the bloodshot appearance of Brick's wide open eyes. They stared back at him and Leo blankly, the frigid neon obviously doing major damage to his eye sockets. Chris then knelt down and placed two fingers on the side of his throat. "The WHOLE count actually." he said with a subtle shake of his head. "He's dead. Dead as a doornail. Guess that neon stuff you got is a lot more lethal than it looks." Only feeling just a bit of remorse for the murderous giant who'd doubtlessly taken many innocent lives in the past, Chris searched his pockets and pulled out a strange, rectangular device. The cracked, glass screen on it lit up his face, the words displayed on it making Chris's smile grow even more. "Jackpot." he said before pocketing the device and looking to Leo. "Alrighty' kid. We'd better get back to the hideout before more of the punks show up." Chris elected to take to the rooftops again just to be safe, although his injuries made him a little slower than before. When they finally reached the abandoned convenience store that doubled as his hideout, he was happy to stop and take a breather. K was sitting atop the store, sitting on his haunches and looking up at Chris expectantly. His tail started to wag, but then quickly stopped. Chris held up a thumbs up, which K quickly nodded to. Then, in a flash of light, K teleported to the rooftop. "You remember that drug I told you about a year ago?" said Chris, kneeling next to K and showing him his bruised forearms. K nodded and seemed to huff in irritation. "Yep. I think they got it right this time. BRICK had some and probably would've ripped me in half had Leo here not jumped in." Chris gestured to Leo and K looked at him. Given the dogs inability to form facial expressions, it'd be difficult to tell what he was feeling or thinking. "Definitely didn't go as planned, but I did find this." Chris pulled out the rectangular device he'd taken from Brick and held it up to K. K's eyes seemed to widen as he sniffed it a little and read what was panning across the screen in bright green letters. ENERGY SPIKE DETECTED "U-huh." said Chris as he turned to look at Leo. "This little doohickey is a D.U.P Relay tracker. It recognizes and pinpoints the energy spikes power relays give off. You know what those are, kid?"
  5. Hyperlight Drifter?

    Good Choice.

    I love the artwork from Heart Machine.

    The icon I made was actually inspired by them ~

  6. Thotification

    The Reverie Ball (Open Hub)

    HOLLY SHEATHE "Pleased to meet you too Holy Sheathe!" That was rather curt. The brief attention Sir Issac gave Holly was enough for the young woman and in fact, made this evening way merrier than she expected. Oh to see someone of such high status and even acknowledge her own existence. Holly was so thrilled that she immediately forgave Linda Linda's earlier teasing. Her hand. Sir Graham had touched her hand. As soon as the two turned their backs on Holly, the young woman brought that particular palm to her cheeks and breathed rather disturbingly. Oh, she's never washing these hands ever again, Head still in the clouds, Holly absent-mindedly follow the Issac and the Madame. THE MADAME LINDA LINDA "Hi, Prince Knight! Good to see you! I wanted to introduce you to my girlfriend, Linda Linda." Was that Lord Grant? From afar, the Madame was not quite sure but now that she's gotten a better look, the man was indeed Lord Grant. Now when did she last see the man? The Madame Linda Linda knew the man and she was sure of that. The only thing was when..and where? Shrugging her stray thoughts aside, the Madame mimicked Issac and wave at Grant's group too. "Hullooooo! I'm Linda Linda. A pleasure to meet you-" then paused as realization struck her just when the two were nearing Grant's group. "Oho! Now I remember! Lord Grant from Senaria. It was a pleasure doing business with you. Let's do another cleaning work sometime in the future." @danzilla3
  7. Thotification

    For the Madame's desires (Artifact Quest/Compass of Desire)

    ANGELETTE "ANGIE" EVENINGSTAR Well, that went well. Angie did not expect the Madame to be rather lenient to someone with a different race as her but the woman also accepted Angie into the subjugation team. Angie was of the angel race after all and she did not want to make the others uncomfortable with her holy presence. A divine being like her was way above these commoners. But Angie had a job to do and that is to cleanse this place of the evil spirit that haunted it. Angie remembered how this place was but an abandoned stronghold, a fortress that would face foreigners intending to harm the Veluriyam empire. She was connected with the empire's royal family, after all, but not that close. One can say she was more of a fan of the emperor and they just happen to be similar in some ways no mere mortal can ever comprehend. A foot soldier. That's what her status as of the moment. And Angie intends to keep it that way. But what she was most wary of is the Madame and this girl who called herself Khakina. They both share a familiar scent but the Madame had the aromatic fragrance of a god's blessing while Khakina was more of a monster. On closer inspection, Angie was wrong. Khakina wasn't just any monster, she was an amalgamation of monsters. The little girl was, in fact, a devourer, a being whose purpose is to consume until it can satiate itself. How this little girl become infected with such disease was beyond Angie's comprehension. For now, Angie would need to watch. Carefully.
  8. Today
  9. Witches Brew

    Have a Joyous Reverie!

    @Ataraxy I know it’s a little late, but could we get Merida into the maze also? I’m sorry
  10. Csl

    A Double Edged Sword

    Carina wasn't sure how much time had passed. She kept her hand on the hydra's flank, her gaze darting from Sebastian's still form to the dark-haired man sitting at the edge of the pit. Ironic, that it was him and not her who was first to pull out pen and paper and start taking notes. Carina flinched as Sebastian dropped to her knees. She took a step forward, stopped, then looked towards Marik- would it be safe to approach him already? The adventurer seemed impressed. She looked back just in time to catch Sebastian's smile. Her eyes landed on his rolled-up sleeve, the tattoo now snaking around it. "Not bad, right? Carina let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "Not bad." she repeated, then set about staunching the bloodflow from the hydra's forelimb. The beast seemed calmer now. As she pressed the gauze tight over the wound, she took note of Marik's comments. Carina approached the two men as she finished, wiping the blood off with a scrap of leftover gauze. The worst seemed to have passed. "What now?"
  11. zackrobbman

    Highway to Hell

    Although a little tense because of the cyborg woman and the threat of something suddenly coming out of the woods, Zack figured the job wasn't all that bad. Hours had passed and nothing had tried to kill him yet. He wasn't as suspicious of the Blackspears because they seemed to be more of a danger to themselves than anyone else. He chuckled to himself as he propped himself up on his shovel and watched them fight amongst each other. Had Charlie been there, he would've brought out a camcorder and recorded the whole thing, probably making up some convoluted fantasy about how they were secretly fighting over him. Then he'd take the recording home and Zack would cease to think about his plans with it. Zack had completely cleared his area of grey stone, if you could call it his area. The only rocks that remained were still being broken down by the other workers, and he didn't want to run the risk of injuring one of them or wounding their pride. Some of them were already giving him suspicious looks because of how fast he'd broken down so many of the rocks and were trying to match his work ethic. You would too if you had any sense of pride and were being outworked by some kid nearly half your size. "Wow." said Zack in a dull tone as he wiped his forehead with a cloth and watched the women fight. "Reckon they'll be fillin' them holes with each other if someone doesn't break em' up." He looked around the camp to see if Thurgood was paying any attention to the fight, but he seemed to be busy working on their first big hill, placing dirt to make the slope easier to traverse for the work that would follow. He could see a decent number of trees up ahead they'd need to cut down if they wanted to progress. The thought of cutting down trees unnerved him though. He wondered if there were any tree-hugging natives in the area and if they were the 'love and not war' type. He could remember the day he'd been attacked by a clan of ninjas because he'd decided to pee on their sacred tree. It had been the spot where they'd buried their master, but there were no markings on it to signify this. He barely had a chance to zip up his pants before they assaulted him with all manner of knives and swords, almost emasculating him in the process. Then there was the time he peed in a sacred lake and was attacked by angry mermaids. And another time he'd almost gotten his giblets blown off by a band of hillbillies for peeing in their sacred outhouse. Zack gritted his teeth and his eye twitched. He really hated Terrenus.
  12. TheElementHunter

    When Snow Falls

    He stood for a moment, the gazes of his fellow quest members seeping into him. He felt squeamish all of a sudden, the fire in his hand replaced by one in his soul. A paw touched the top of his head, a comforting mew reverberating through his neck as he sat back down. He watched the interaction between Knox and Margot intensely. He didn't trust this woman, not one bit. He'd met his fair share of haughty hotheads on his travels, always putting their groups in danger for the sake of pride and their own little adventures. He was elated when Know began to turn away, dismissing the woman, but alas in vain. Suspicion deepens in Sikkoran. This woman was just ridiculing Knox on how none of them knew the dangers of Cobran, of winter travel to a land filled with beasties, now she wanted to join? He didn't like it, not a bit, but he didn't have any say, none at all. All he could do was watch and be wary, that's all any of them could do really.
  13. Just a heads up to everyone I'm in RP's with! A bit swamped with posts at the moment and I'm still brainstorming about what to write, so it might take me a bit to  reply. NOT A LONG BIT!!! No. I'm talking less than a week at THE MOST. Working on posts right now. 😀 If one of them is short, it's not because I'm being lazy or losing interest. It's usually one of two things. One: I have very little to work with because nothing's really happening for me to write about. Two: I don't need to write out a long post because what needs to happen doesn't require one.😅 I feel like I have to say this because I usually write out lengthy posts and don't want people getting the wrong idea if they're shorter than usual, cause that's VERY rare for me. 

    Hope ya'll ain't getting snowed into your homes! Cause I am! 


    I wish jobs had snow days.🙁

  14. supernal

    From traveling theater to production studio

    I think now’s a good time to have one of the others come in with a miniature time skip to later that day
  15. SERRAIDA "SERA" MAVAJO "To hell with your feelings, Sera. Do what needs to be done." Prompted by Middy's words, Sera slowly edged out of her seat and made her move. It was by luck that Khaki managed bumble her way towards the woman and her Esben and Sera will make sure not to waste that opportunity. Sometimes that little girl can be quite random and still remain effective. Thanking the gods for this rather brief window of opportunity, Sera followed her target- the lovely lady named Esben. With a smile she slid into the seat across the woman, her cheeks already turning red. She needed to keep Esban moving farther and farther away from her the other woman. Sera can't do anything serious now in public, too many eyes watching. Starting a commotion would only garner the attention of that other bitch. She should play it smoothly for now. Actually, she was rather graceful the sudden surge of her emotions and feelings. It adds more sincerity to what she is about to do. "Soooo...." Sera started, "I don't know how to say this. But it seems I have fallen for you." MIDIAN "MIDDY" OCHRE "No need. Just be more careful. Now excuse me, I need to find my companion. She's carrying something important." It seems it was Middy's time to act. After giving Sera her orders, the young man headed towards Cassandra and Khaki's direction. There was haste in his steps and he seemed to be stomping in his way. His face was now furious, mouth curling downwards, his eyebrow furrowing, his cheeks flaming. Ignoring the pain caused by Sera's pointless punch to his eye, Middy confronted Cassandra. "I'm sorry but this is my companion that you just assaulted. Tell me? How will you pay for our spilled drinks?" @Rin He moved then to pick-up Khaki. "Goddammit child! Have you drunk too much again?"
  16. Thotification

    Leying a Foundation

    MADAME LINDA LINDA " That would be what the incinerators are for. But if you are asking if you can use some kind of ability or skill you have, my answer would be yes; so long as you can control it. We don't need to set off a firestorm. Dismissed." Linda Linda frowned as she headed outside as well. She expected more from the prince but it seems he is as curt as he came. Perhaps the man was just all business and less talky-talky. Well, it does make him more appealing that way. He was a rare catch actually. Too bad Linda was already enamored with her lover back at Ursa Madeum. She even felt a little lonely knowing the man would be missing her presence lounging about on his couch. That couch, after all, has seen way too much. Lord Suzy followed the Madame Linda Linda as she headed for her side of the field. The Madame rolled up her sleeves, face set with grim determination. She will make do with this field one way or another. And Lord Suzy might have to do all the work given the Madame's lack of physical prowess. No matter how much resolution she pours out, her body might not handle the stress at all.
  17. Lawman

    Valucre music thread

  18. vielle

    When Snow Falls

    ardís valkyrja The man named Knox is the one to approach the girl, and Ardís does not give undue attention to the way his shoulders had tensed, the way he had hesitated before vacating his seat and making his way forward to converse with the newcomer. There is no reason for her to further pursue any interaction with the two at the moment, so for a brief second, she is cast afloat, nowhere and no one to turn to until the man with the arquebus takes notice of her. "Very lively? No?" She can only agree; Ardís gives him a quiet nod in reply. When the man moves aside to make space for her to sit down beside him, she deliberates that this is the wisest course of action to take, especially with the stranger who had pulled up a blade at the blonde woman’s arrival into the tavern—Sikkoran, Knox had called him earlier—sitting a few paces away. The farther her person is from any trigger-happy individuals, the better. "Sit. Stay a while and listen." It goes without saying, but she feels the need to verbally respond regardless. “I believe I shall,” Ardís murmurs, taking her seat with strait-laced grace. Her gaze lands on the firearm in the man’s possession, and she eventually gestures towards it. “Impressive. You crafted it?” @Artificer @Fierach
  19. vielle

    Church On The Hill

    such shaping fantasies; [ Coth: Ópera ston Aéra ] There is nothing more to be said about the matter of the documents, and so Míra simply nods at Wally’s statement and sends for her secretary stationed in Coth to draw up the papers. Cleo is a tiny mouse of a girl, slight and willowy, but she has the makings of a genius, whiz-head on those scrawny shoulders. As a furious paper storm brews in the far corner of the room, Míra shifts her attention to the draconian leaning against the windowsill, wonders what exactly is going on in that scale-covered brain of his. Wally begins to speak again, laying out the foundation of his plans for his troupe and the opera house itself when their eyes meet and catch on each other, and— It rather comes all of a sudden to her, like a matchstick strike to a flame, that despite the primordial form of the man before her, there within the animalistic body, housed by scaly walls and slitted windows lies a mind that works beyond the capacity of most. It’s a realization that rather humbles her, if anything. "The secret to a well-told lie, which is basically all acting and plays and entertainment are right? Is to be specific, and to be sincere." Míra smiles at that, gaze twinkling with knowing mirth; there are many ways to lie, but she quite likes this elucidation as well. Why else would she be in the realm of cultural, artistic pursuits if not for this very reason, this very secret held by those who wear masks for a living and get paid for it? "Is there anything you can tell me about the people of Coth I can use as emotional ammo?" Her gaze skitters across the desk, eyebrows scrunched up in thought as she considers the question. “I suppose I haven’t been here too long to consider myself well-versed with the people of Coth, but I imagine they would enjoy something more, let’s say—adventurous. Bold, daring, the core of fantasy,” Míra muses, eyes growing unfocused as she collects her thoughts, focus pointed towards the imaginative endeavor. “Or perhaps something that relates to their religion or their history; as deeply attached as the people are to each other and to their god, they might appreciate something that celebrates such devotion.” @supernal @jaistlyn @Grimmholt
  20. SweetCyanide

    star-shaped cookies.

    "It's.. hot." "It's because you're right under the sun, dear." Quite literally they were, up in the sky and whatnot. Raine pities her precious familiar, having to fly her everywhere everyday with no end to their aimless travels, though it seems Merlin is pleased with these travels if he is rewarded. ".. It's getting very hot." "Yes, you said that already." Perhaps it has been a few couple of days after a chance meeting with a newfound group of friends. It surprised Merlin, to know now that Raine has actually acquired such feat. He knows that she has talked about a woman with red hair once, but a group of people? He was beginning to feel like a proud father. Towing those thoughts aside, they were up in the air again, headed back to the continent that Raine had initially left. The wind whistles through her ears and into her gem-carved eyes, her hands that were once gripping onto Merlin's fur have now released lazily as they swung in the air. Perhaps they were a couple dozen—no, thousands of feet off the ground. From this height, Raine can see the magnificent continent of Renevatio. Normally, anyone would be sick from this perspective, but it seems as if Raine is already used to these kinds of heights. She leaned against the dragon's waving body back with skeptical confidence to further her experience. After a few seconds of luck, Raine sighed deeply. All this sunlight was going to burn her into a crisp. "I hear ghouls roam there." The witch hummed in thought. "Ah, yes, that is true. Harshal has said that their people have been turning into ghouls." "Tragic." "Why do you sound sarcastic?" The dragon grumbled deeply. "I was not trying to sound like it. I spoke in the wrong tone." Raine blinked and nodded silently, resting her head against Merlin's fur-covered spine. "So why have you decided to come to Kalopsia, hm?" Her back straightened. "Umm-" "Certainly there must be a reason other than sightseeing." ".. Er, yes, of course! I hear Kalopsia is a great trading hub, no? Perhaps we can.. er-" A powerful gust of wind pushes her off the dragon's back, and she yells, her fingers gliding and grabbing onto Merlin's furs and pulls herself to him tight. "We are about to dive. Hold onto that thought, my lady." Flowery-pink locks formed into a bundle of a sharp mess, one hand on the dragon and the other reaching into her pocket. Raine growled something in her native tongue, but she wasted no time in working her magic as soon as possible. Wind blowing wildly against her, she crouched low and bent her knees against the fall. She casted a protective shield over her and Merlin in case any creature would attack them in the air. In the clouds, her magic gleamed like colorful bubbles and glass. @Aleksei
  21. danzilla3

    Reunions Across Space

    This conversation was a somewhat unanticipated turn of events considering that up until now the longest sentence that Orange had ever said to John was maybe ten words, tops. He couldn't help but wonder what had brought on this sudden bought of chattiness, eventually coming up with an idea. It was his guess that Orange was trying to make him realize that despite his employers obvious toughness, she was still needed somebody to not just support her, but to accept her. To see her doing the things that she thought would send people running and stand firm. John wanted to be that person, so there was no question now that he was going in there. He chuckled, "You're pretty talkative today aren't you Ginger? And here I thought you didn't like me!" opening the door, John met the mans gaze and said more seriously, "Thanks for the talk." With that, he got out of the car and sauntered into the bar like he owned the place. As all eyes turned to him, he grinned widely. "Sorry I'm late fellas. I'm with the lady."
  22. The Blex

    A daring train robbery [western]

    Of course! School's been tough so I'll make do with whatever time I can find 😄
  23. danzilla3

    Leying a Foundation

    "That would be what the incinerators are for," Grant replied, "But if your asking if you can use some kind of ability or skill you have, my answer would be yes; so long as you can control it. We don't need to set off a firestorm. Dismissed." The prince walked outside, directing Linda and Gaylord to the west and east sides of the house before taking the south for himself. Gaylord seemed excited to be here, and he anticipated that the young man would make short work of his cleaning with that kind of attitude. Linda was harder to read, but she held an air of determination that told him that she would see the work done no matter what. It was fortunate indeed that he had managed to attract such people to the job. He was curious to know how Reyna and the third volunteer were getting on, but he trusted her to handle it. With that, he began to rake the dead vegetation into a pile in preparation for shoveling it into the incinerator.
  24. danzilla3

    'tis the golden hour

    Grant chuckled, "Please forgive my informal greeting, I'm still getting used to being a noble," he gratefully accepted the flowers before handing them to a servant, "I'll have them planted in a place of honor in the garden. Please, follow me." The Knight led them through the mansion and into a study that he often used to entertain guests. Most of the furniture was all polished hardwood and luxurious leather surrounding a fireplace that was currently lit. Shelves of books lined the walls, and along the far wall was a fully stocked bar. Grant walked behind the bar and retrieved a chilled bottle as well as three glasses, carrying them both over to where he had directed his guests to sit by the fire. "Thrace used to be famous for it's many winery's you know," he said as he poured, "Sadly, only one currently remains, but they are true masters of their craft. They gave me this as a gift when I became Regent, and I would love to share it with you." He handed each of them a glass and held up his own, "To friendship between our houses, and the prosperity of Ursa Madeum."
  25. Jai Nifarious

    The Mysterious Time Distortions

    The Deus Ex Machina <-These grounds are within my own mind. Long gone are the trap doors for my pride to constrict me to. I have been time displaced, micro managed by hands that are not my own. I feel that each interpretation of myself has attempted to stop me from realizing my full potential. Whatever secret they know about my actions, I want to experience them as well and see for myself. It's ignorant to continue to stay a slave to what I've been told. A puppet on strings...no longer. No longer will I allow my peace to be stifled by regret and wonder. I have to release this blade, wield it with my own hands, take control, and pull the wool from over everyones' eyes. Once I do this, all the mercy I've shown will be undone. I am reversing a choice I am meant to live with. I am asking for both Eternals to go to war on this planet... The good news is...the pockets of space time distortion all about this world will open gates that restore a portion of the power I used to seal the worlds. These thresholds can grant me access to so much more. I cannot just taste true power and leave it buried. If I collect from the time distortions....I can become whole again...it'll be at the expense of peace on this planet. Well, I dont owe this planet anymore labor, anymore nursing, anymore passes! This is about me now and I want my glory back! This planet has taken everything from me and I can't prosper from it? I cant have the spotlight? No, my power is my own. I will take it back. This feeling has me trembling with excitement. I have never been so power hungry, but now.... after struggling to kill a single succubus...I want this....I fucking NEED this. Before I am spent...I believe it's time to bring The Deus Ex Machina back to reality..-> -Time distortions appear throughout the world as the sword is removed from the stone. Treasures, Ruins, strange creatures, mythical beings, and infinite amounts of possibilities pour out. Overtime lands were changing, some from peril, some from fortune. A day goes by before the conjoined worlds' curiosities became an attraction. -
  26. danzilla3

    Visiting Hours

    Between the physical and mental processes going on, Issac was beginning to have a hard time comprehending what he was seeing, but subconsciously he was absorbing it all. Occasionally a particularly vibrant memory would break the trance, and he would find himself right in the middle of it. Such was the case of the memory of Middy's last confrontation with the Lady Blackhead. He'd no idea that Linda had gone through something so horrible, and his heart ached for her. But now he felt himself being pulled into a new memory, one he recognized as his own... "Fifty percent" Issac stared at the man in disbelief, "That's it? That's the best you can give me?" Looking around it was obvious that he was in an office of some kind. Heavy bookshelves made of hardwood, and multiple diplomas and awards lined the walls of the space. Sitting behind a large wooden desk was a man with white hair done up in a ponytail, and spectacles that lent him an intellectual look. He looked at Issac and sighed, getting up and pulling a folder from his desk. Walking around his desk, he stood in front of the alchemist. "You're lucky it's that high. I've never attempted to do anything like this before, nor have I ever seen anything like the device you outlined in your proposal. If it works, you should get what you want, and the device will replace the functions of your heart while using your body to create more Aether. But there are a thousand things that could go wrong, and nobody I can consult with. I'm sorry, but I feel that this is the best I can do." Issac looked down at the floor, suddenly unsure of the plan he had thought up. He had already destroyed all the files on Aether back at the lab; nobody was going to be replicating his work anytime soon. Logically he knew he should just let it go, let all traces of it fade away so it could never be abused the way his employers wanted. But he also didn't want to throw away something with so much potential to do good. If only he could use it, then he figured he could make sure it was only used for good. He still believed that it could be used for good, and so there was only one thing he could say. "I'll do it."
  27. Thotification

    For the Madame's desires (Artifact Quest/Compass of Desire)

    "Thank you.. um ...Khakina Khatun for that wonderful introduction," the Madame spoke, her sultry lips curling downwards into a frown. What a peculiar child. The Madame was not one to make use of children but this little girl in front of her seemed capable enough. If this kid survives, maybe the Madame could take her in. She looked so cute right now. The Madames attention moved to a few more peole. Some introduced themselves as soldier escapees of Tia. One called herself an angel which the Madame believed to be one bug fat lie. Another referred to himself as an exorcist. There were priests, spiritualists, mages, wizards, sorcerers. All in there were around twenty of them. Quite the large group actually. Should she cull them now? Or later? It was at this moment when her eyes flitted to the last person. He looked like the suspicious sort but the Madame was not one to judge. "Your turn, boy. Now hurry up and tell me your name and anything about yourself. Quickly before I lose my temper." @Bureku
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