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The Five Senses

Karina Frost

Chres, more than anyone else seemed to understand exactly how big of a threat all that situation could become not only to themselves, but to the other nations as well. Just like Chres himself said, they only saw a part of the cult's power. They didn't know exactly what they were capable of.

But Chres apparently wasn't the only one paying attention at what Karina was saying. Unlike Octavio, that seemed to have absolutely no interest in discussing strategies or anything like that, Týfurkh was mumbled something about being inefficient to use light to contact the exterior world, clearly showing that he was indeed paying close attention. After a few moments, he spoke once more, saying he had a better idea.

Carefully listening to Týfurkh's idea, Karina couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. His idea was... confusing at best. The theory behind it was undoubtedly interesting, as it would attract way less attention than huge spotlight of darkness in the eyes of a sightless, but she still had her doubts about the execution of said plan.

As he got up, walking through the room, Karina's eyes followed the man to the window, where he pointed to a tall clock tower outside, saying that it would be the perfect location to put his plan in motion.

"Probably intact enough to not collapse upon it's own weight. That should be enough to us as well." Karina replied, looking to Týfurkh.

"Your plan... The concept is undeniably interesting... But how exactly do you plan to do it? Pointing the direction where the Military of Touch's forward base is no problem to me, but I'm curious on how you will be able to make them hear your message." Karina asked, curious.

"If your plan shows itself to be possible though, I will ask you to send a very specific message to them. Something to identify myself. Otherwise I doubt they will believe in a message that came literally out of nowhere." she concluded, looking to Týfurkh.

Blood's Jewels (Closed)

Ashkevron Residence in Askavi

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Despite the misunderstanding already being solved, the atmosphere was still really tense. Mikhail's words to Fatima were showing to be more accurate by the second. But despite all that, under all that heavy atmosphere, Fatima's kind and honest smile was still a bright light amongst all the darkness that seemed to always surround him wherever he went. For a second, Mikhail almost forgot all the situation that was happening when Fatima smiled back to him, but Belor's voice made him clear his head once more as he corrected him, insisting him to not call Fatima just by her name. Even Fatima herself didn't exactly agree with Belor as it was shown clearly by her expression.

Without saying a word, Mikhail looked straight to Belor's eyes with a penetrating, ice cold stare. Even without actually saying a single word, that single stare was worth for thousand of words. Castes meant absolutely nothing to him and he wouldn't be anyone's possessions. Differently from others, he didn't fight for a queen. He fought for himself. His sole preoccupation was his own survival. If he ever choose to bow down to anyone, it would be on his own terms and he would choose himself whom he would bow down to.

"I think, in this day and age everyone has a sad, ugly story to tell. I don't mind it at all, I want to hear all about you. And if you would prefer to talk about it in private I am happy to oblige. I just want to get to know all of my..." Fatima said, making Mikhail turn towards her and making his ice cold stare immediately disappear. The second she stopped though, Mikhail's eyes hardened and became colder as he waited for her to finish her sentence. Depending on how she finished that sentence, Mikhail's attitude towards the woman would drastically change. Such heavy stare would be easily perceived by Fatima herself though. If isn't wasn't clear before, with Mikhail's reaction now it became even more clear that it was difficult to earn his trust. Whatever was his past, it made him a man that always had his guard up and it was highly unlikely it would be easy for him to open himself with anyone so soon.

The second Fatima finished her sentence though, Mikhail's eyes immediately became softer and the kind and warm smile he had when he first met her appeared on his face once more.

"Friends... It's been a long while since I heard that word. It is... pleasant to hear it once more." he said, with a chuckle.

"Even if it turns out to be just a sweet illusion." he thought to himself as he looked to Belor with the same cold, penetrating stare from before.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

Nina

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^@Hekazu

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Nina watched as Croaks approached the checkpoint, silently hoping that everything would go as well as she had planned. Nina was a bit worried at first, seeing how Croaks had a small misunderstanding with a couple just outside of the checkpoint before he came in, but he was surprisingly well behaved. Going as far as to keep his hands off his pocket as he approached the checkpoint. All that changed though when he opened his mouth, asking Nina if Eric was her output and belittling him. It didn't stop just with that though. Croaks continued as he started to explain to him that Nina was an information broken and that she needed to go to 'seedier' parts of the town, ending with even offering him his card, mentioning even that if he wanted someone to dive the rivers in search for contraband.

In part, Nina agreed with Croaks. She was an info broker and she certainly needed to put her nose in pretty messy places to get where she wanted to but he didn't need to return fire to Eric. Again, she understood why he did it after being treated like that, but in that situation, returning the sharp words and stares he received would only get things even worse.

Nina could see Eric's face go red with anger after Croaks word. Things were even worse due to him not being able to retaliate because he was technically still on his post doing his job. In one side, he wouldn't be able to interfere with the check due to personal motives, but in the other side, if Croaks met him while he was not working, things would definitely go bad.

"Eric, stop." Nina said, with a harsh and piercing stare to the guard the moment he saw his reaction.

"He contracted me and he is one of my contacts. I'm working with something that might be big." Nina continued, being incredibly clear on her intentions and being clear that she wouldn't tolerate intrusions on her own work. She knew very well what she was doing and how to protect herself. It was undeniable that Eric had a big brother complex, but Nina knew what she was doing and didn't need to have someone to take care of her.

Despite Eric's burning face, the check went fine. Ending with only a 'hmpf' by Eric as Croaks walked away. Eric and his brother were a handful at times and it was definitely annoying to deal with them constantly flirting with her, but they still had their uses to Nina.

Finally walking away from the checkpoint, Nina sighed heavily after they were far enough to not see Eric or the guards anymore.

"If you thought Eric was irritating and annoying, you should see Marcus, his brother. I'm really thankful he wasn't around today." she said.

"Eric is a good guy once you get to know him better. Pretty chill guy, good to hang around with and drink. Has a bit of an 'older brother complex' but he's pretty decent otherwise. His brother though... Marcus is a fucking annoyance. Has a gigantic crush on me and thinks I'm a small, defenseless girl." she finished, sighing again.

"Oh, Eric is married by the way. Differently from his brother." Nina said, laughing.

"First time I ever seen Eric red like that though..." Nina said, laughing again as she looked to Croaks.

"Honestly, you two would really like each other if you guys stopped to drink together sometime. Eric seems like that when working, but he really enjoys a bar brawl when drinking." Nina said, with a chuckle.

"Well, we're arriving on the storehouse I mentioned soon enough. It would be interesting for you to get to know the owner as well. If you manage to be friends with Eric enough to earn a free pass through the checkpoint, you could go there to buy some pretty interesting items or even sell some stuff, who knows." she finished.

Blood's Jewels (Closed)

Ashkevron Residence in Askavi

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Mikhail simply watched in silence as Fatima checked Faeril's vital signs followed shortly by the white haired girl he had seen down on the kitchen, whom had followed them despite the tense atmosphere. There was simply nothing more to say, Mikhail had already told them everything he needed to say. Seeing Faeril sleeping and checking her pulse themselves should be enough for them to stop with the hostile behavior. Of course, that wouldn't mean that Mikhail would drop his guard near the other warriors and he was sure they would do the same but still... It was better than them just openly demonstrating their hostility and making everyone tense...

After Fatima invited the white haired woman to make a restorative brew for Faeril when she woke up, she walked towards Mikhail, threading her fingers with his and asking if he wanted to join them, with that same warm and kind smile. The second she touched him, albeit it was almost imperceptible, if she was paying close attention, she would see Mikhail's muscles tensing up a bit before relaxing again, almost as if it was a combat reflex. Everything regarding Mikhail, upon close inspection seemed to resume to killing and keeping himself alive... Which many times, were the exact same thing.

"It's rare to meet someone who would treat a complete stranger so well and with the kindness you do, Fatima, But I don't know if my presence will be... tolerated for much longer." he said, clearly referring to the warriors from a moment ago.

"About myself..." Mikhail repeated Fatima's words, thinking a bit.

"Almost everything that there is to be known about myself isn't exactly... pleasant to hear. But if you are ok with a superficial explanation, there are still a few good things." he finished, with a somewhat distant, but warm smile.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

Sorry for the delay, will have my post done tomorrow. :-)

Edit: ISP problems... Without internet the entire day... It came back only at 2:30am -_-

Promise I'll have it done tomorrow though.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Bast Ragoczy

The second Bast got in the garden, he couldn't help but to stop for a minute to admire it's beauty. The garden was undeniably beautiful. The exotic plants, all the colors and the myriad of different fragrances created a truly unique atmosphere. Calm and peaceful, it was truly a place that Bast enjoyed, in a personal level.

"Whoever was the one responsible for this garden, has my admiration." Bast said to himself as he calmly walked through the garden.

It would be a shame to see it burning. He knew that if he wanted his plan to work, he would still have to do it.

As he calmly walked around the garden, appreciating the flowers and the exotic plants, making sure he remembered every fragrance and color, Bast simply dropped a few cards imbued with fire magic on strategic points, on a brief timer. After a few minutes, the cards would erupt in flames, completely engulfing the garden.

Before walking away though, he went to the very middle of the garden, where a few Narcissus flowers were. Kneeling down near the flowers, he carefully drew a magical glyph on the dirt, around the plants. This glyph would protect them from the fire and make it so the earth on the entire garden was still fertile despite the fire.

"A small gift..." Bast said with a discreet smile, putting a small paper note on top of the flowers, handwritten with a beautifully stylized font. On the note, a few words were written:

'It pains me to see such a wonderful garden destroyed. The fragrances, the colors and the wonderful atmosphere will forever remain in my memory. Compared to a mere carriage, a garden holds incomparable beauty to those who know to appreciate it. Not all is lost though. The ground is fertile, maybe even more than it was before. The Narcissus, in flower language means amongst other things, rebirth and eternal life. It's a small gift from me for you who was responsible for such a beautiful garden. I hope you will be able to create an even more beautiful garden to surprise me.'

After the job was finished, Bast got out of the garden and made a discreet signal (while being careful for not being noticed by the guards) for Eilidh to know that the job was already done. In a few minutes, the garden would be engulfed in flames, saving for the few flowers he had protected. Now they just needed to hand over the second letter to the Barensia and wait on top of the watch tower to watch how the situation would unfold.

@PaulHaynek

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Freyr

While the plan didn't go exactly as they planned, everything went well in the end. Thankfully, no one from the guild got hurt. Not the same could be said from their enemies though... Despite what Bartholomew said, that quest would definitely attract attention to them. They were really taking sides now...

Being thanked by Maria Corazon and seeing how thankful the liberated prisoners were and the cheers coming from the locals was indeed a good feeling. Not only that, but the reward was really big too, as it got evident by the weight of the bag of gold Maria handed to Titanica.

"With this we will be able to help in fixing the guild wall." Freyr said with a smile, looking to the group.

"It was risky, but I'm glad to see that everyone is ok." He finished, looking to Yang and Nagare specifically.

@PaulHaynek @Restalaan @AzureKnight @Lmpkio

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

I know I said I would have a post done but I had to deal with a really annoying family problem. Had to, once more, meet some people that used to be part of my family. People that I swore I never wanted to see their faces again. Had to tolerate them for the whole Christmas...

Will spare you the details, but basically, amongst other things, they stole and extorted money from my mother while she was really bad due to cancer. Sorry for the delay, but with the holidays, having to see those guys again (it's been only a year since my mother died) and with everything that happened, my emotions and my head are pretty messed up right now.

Sorry guys. Will have my post soon though.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Sorry for the delay guys! will have my post done tomorrow!! :-)

Blood's Jewels (Closed)

Ashkevron Residence in Askavi

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As Mikhail's experienced eyes scanned the room, the tension became even more apparent as the two Eyrien warriors immediately reacted with hostility to his mere presence, both tensing their muscles and assuming a threatening posture. Mikhail's eyes were as cold as always even as they doubted his words. He simply stood there in silence despite their questions, quietly observing their movements. He wanted to avoid any unnecessary conflict, but if things got serious, Mikhail wouldn't hold back. As an assassin, he should know more than anyone else to never underestimate one's opponents. Never hesitate and never hold back. A single second of hesitation often meant the difference between life and death.

The tension in the room was palpable. The smell of burning pancakes, the bloodlust and the silence made it even worse. It was clear that both warriors were only a hair's breadth away from the killing edge.
Much to everyone's luck though, they still had some respect for Fatima and the old woman who had just arrived with the white haired woman and her escort, holding themselves instead of just attacking Mikhail.

After a long silence, Fatima was the first to speak something, although the words that came out of her mouth surprised Mikhail.

"He is mine and he will speak to me as he likes until I say it is wrong," her words repeated on his head. It was undeniable that she was a good and kind woman, but still, as she mentioned that he was 'hers' Mikhail couldn't help but to think on the implications of that single word.

As she continued speaking with the Eyriens, Mikhail simply observed in silence. Despite the difficult situation, Fatima was able to disarm what was almost a time bomb. Walking over to where Mikhail was, she gently placed her hands on his shoulder, asking for him to lead her to Faeril. As she looked to Mikhail after saying those words, he realized how nervous she was.

"As you wish." Mikhail said after she asked one of the Eyriens to go with her. Belor was his name.

Despite leading both of them to the room he was just a few seconds ago, Mikhail didn't take his eyes off the Eyrien male not even for a second. Despite his almost imperceptible way of looking back, his cold stare felt almost real. It was indeed unnerving. To a certain extent, one would be able to understand that others would feel threatened when receiving such a stare.

Finally arriving on the room, Mikhail opened the door, standing aside and opening way to both Fatima and Belor, letting them go in first.
Just as he promised, Faeril was peacefully sleeping over the bed. Her exhaustion was as clear as the day. Once more, Mikhail stood still, in silence, near the door as Fatima went nearby Faeril's sleeping body, pulling a stool and sitting nearby her as she began the process of healing the exhausted Black Widow.

"As I said previously, she is exhausted. Her vital signals, albeit a bit weaker than they should, are still stable." Mikhail said.

He was a guest, and neither Faeril nor any other inside that house were his targets. He didn't have any reason to kill or harm the only black widow that could possibly treat his condition and was trustworthy. Anyone who doubted his intentions needed only to think a little. Her death was the last thing Mikhail would want right now.

Final Fantasy: Reverence [IC] [OPEN]

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What was the last time Annika wore something formal? Not even herself knew for certain. The sniper garment was, for her, almost like a second skin. That dress she was wearing right now, no matter how elegant and beautiful it was, felt strange on her. Too restrictive, not allowing her to move comfortably, it was everything but practical. Despite her protests, Garsin had insisted that they absolutely needed to wear those fancy clothes. His arguments were that they were going somewhere sophisticated and they wouldn't want to attract unnecessary attention. As they walked towards the meeting place, Annika's dissatisfaction, which would pass unnoticed for most people, was incredibly apparent for Garsin, who was already accustomed enough with her to know what she was thinking.

Entering the extremely luxurious establishment they were sent to, they immediately went to the VIP lounge, where they were said they would meet their 'contact' to talk more about said job. Getting there though, they were greeted by a... strange figure to say the least. The man who began speaking with them, upon closer inspection, wasn't neither from the military nor a Raelin official at all. According to his own words, he was representing the sultan of Ayntayikk, despite having clear Frinian features. According to his own words, his friend, the senator couldn't attend the meeting and he was sent in his stead. Annika's eyes carefully analyzed the man as he greeted them. His sweet words were met only with silence and a discreet nod.

The second he put a big, heavy bag of gil on the table and explained the situation, it was undeniable that he indeed knew what was happening. The bag in question was full with Ayntayikk coins. The senator, having made an 'agreement' with the Ayntayikk Sultan, had a simple, yet complicated request. His daughter was kidnapped. The senator wanted simply his daughter to return safely and the death of whoever was responsible for contracting the kidnappers. If they knew exactly who was the responsible, it would be way easier, but in that situation they would not only have to rescue the senator's daughter, but capture the kidnappers alive (which was already something inconvenient for Annika), but also play detectives... If they were lucky, the kidnappers would let out who the contractor was or at least some hints about who they were...

To make things even worse, the ransom was that very night in the Hinds District, near a broken aqueduct. They wouldn't have much time to prepare themselves, which would make everything even more complicated. Their job was something that required precision and careful planning. Something that was simply not possible in such a short amount of time. Still, she couldn't help but to think that there was something wrong on all that. Not only the senator didn't show up to the meeting regarding something as important as his own daughter's safety, but the man who was talking to them was also strange... A man who said that was representing the Ayntayikk Sultan but looked much more like a Frinian than someone from Ayntayikk... Her thoughts were interrupted when the man suggested them to visit the palace to search for some clues regarding the culprit. The moment he said so, Annika rolled her eyes. She knew that Garsin wouldn't let her off that easy. He had said that they might need to visit somewhere important when he was convincing her to put on the dress but she dismissed that as just an excuse.

"Please don't..." Annika whispered to Garsin the second the man sent them away. She knew so well that he simply would have to say 'I told you so'.

Standing up, Annika gave a slight bow to the Ayntayikk man before moving to the door, purposely letting the heavy gil bag for Garsin to carry.

"Strange... That man was clearly Frinian..." Annika said, low enough so only Garsin could hear.

"There's also the fact that the senator didn't care to show up even though it's regarding to his own daughter..."

"We should go to the..." Annika started saying, but hesitated for a second, sighing. She knew exactly what Garsin would say about that and she didn't want to admit he was right about the whole dress thing.

"To the palace..." she finished, looking down and blushing a bit.

"After that... to the broken aqueduct... It would be better to capture the kidnappers and not kill them..." Annika said, trying to change the topic even though she knew it wouldn't work. That was the hardest part. Capturing someone alive was, ironically way harder than just killing them.