Atrophy

Beyond the Storms

I should get a post up within the next day or two.

Beyond the Storms

Post up :D

Some interesting things going down here guys

@Atrophy
Constance may or may not about to get a whole lot of power, depending on if you think that would be fun...just remember that great power requires great responsibility

@Mercenary Lord

I mean, I suppose that'll work. I'm sure Constance would only use her position of power for the greater good.

totally unrelated

Beyond the Storms

Constance would like to think that she had been on her best behavior since her little heart-to-heart with Conway, although only because she had mastered the art of quickly disappearing from the area whenever Luna or Edward reared their stupid, little jerk heads. If she couldn’t make a great escape then she played nice, resorting to soft smiles and short, meaningless conversations about the weather, casting daggers out of her eyes whenever they weren’t looking. When asked to help with a task she did so quickly and quietly, all yessirs, yessirs, thank you, sirs, and when left alone she passed the time smoking and debating on whether or not she should steal the Endurance and fly back to the Isles. The woman decided to be sensible about it and not attempt any daring joyrides. Besides, Krauss probably kept the keys on him even when he bathed, the bastard.

Time passed and all of her wounds, minus the ones dealt to her pride, healed. The cuts on her face were now nothing but another blemish to mask with makeup, but the unflattering scars on her side would mean that she would forever be limited to one-piece swimwear. Still, Raoul had given her the okay to join the others when they had departed to follow the mark on Edward’s map, and Constance was actually excited to go. It seemed that even the nightmarish prospect of being trapped in a tin can with two of the most absolutely abysmal people she had ever met wasn’t enough to stop her from joining the expedition. Besides, perhaps she would luck out and Myra would turn out to be the only other sensible person onboard the Garrloch.

It was a fat chance, considering the rest of the crew, but it was nice to pretend.

Of course, if she knew she was going to be forced to sit on Edward’s bony lap like a little child while Krauss managed to hit every single bit of turbulence that a human possibly could and tossed her up and down like a cocktail shaker. Her hand gripped tightly onto her hat while her other hand turned white in the knuckles as she gripped against a rail to prevent herself from being jostled too roughly. Still, the flight was worth it, and Constance found herself pressing up against the glass as small islands came into view, then larger ones, then—she gasped. Those were homes, that was a street, there was a town, and beyond it a city. Civilization. They had found civilization. She should’ve been thrilled, yet she felt an unease pass through her as she looked down on the tiny dots begin to take human forms as the Endurance flew closer. It was an unease that Constance couldn’t explain. Constance pulled away from the window and waited from them to setdown.

Beyond the Storms

welcome back from paradiso

Was your flight fucked up by that crazy weather storm?

@Mercenary Lord

It sure was! Originally we were going to fly back into Boston, but we ended up having to fly into Miami the next day. Literally spent over 24 hours travelling.

House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

Juniper Delorano

_{"knows a secret."}

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Juniper felt a soft sting in the palm of her hand as her fingers locked over the coin that the Crow had shot her. She seemingly hung her head in shame as Nalia snapped at her for her outbursts. Normally, Nalia wouldn’t have given a damn as to how Juniper acted; Juniper wondered if being the Head was already going to hers, although that did not matter now. Her hand was now pressed against her stomach, her other hand clasped over it as if she was afraid the coin would slip through her vice-like grip. Her fingers traced over the cold metal and dragged against the grooves of the coin, but she dared not to look at it. Not yet, at least. From what she could tell, nobody had noticed that something had been passed to her. If they did, then they were keeping quiet about it.

Juniper was grateful that her sister wasn’t trying to shoo her away, and even more grateful that the Crow had accepted her proposal to speak in private with her and her siblings. She shuffled over to her sister at the older woman’s beck, the coin feeling heavy in her hands as she sidled up behind Nalia. As her brother struggled slightly to stand straight and join his sisters, Juniper took a second to glance at the Crow’s gift while standing in the shadow of her sister. Her fingers unfurled and for the briefest of moments there was a look of befuddlement on her face. There was absolutely nothing special about the coin the Crow had shot her—Is this some kind of joke?

And then her eyes widened in realization. Her hand clamped shut as she subconsciously stepped even closer to Nalia, practically trying to disappear behind her sister. She felt her tongue tie in her mouth as she glued her eyes to Nalia’s back, trying her hardest to not betray what she had just learned by casting her eyes towards them. The acid in her stomach threatened to escape as she tried to steady her breathing, panic running through her mind as she thought that every movement she made was being closely scrutinized by the guilty party.

Just don’t look at them, she thought. You don’t even know that there’s any truth in this, or if they were even apart of it, or if you can even trust the Crow, but just don’t look at them. Breathe. Breathe. No, do it normally. Stop looking towards them. Breathe. Breathe.

Juniper’s shoulders hunched up with a start at the sound of her name the same way a person would flinch when it looked like they were about to be hit by a ball and then have to go through the motions of playing it off as if they hadn’t just jumped at nothing when it missed them by a mile. It had just been Pieter. Juniper released her breath (and let go of Nalia’s sleeve, which she had apparently latched onto) and gave Pieter a weak smile. If anyone could help her wrap her mind around this, it would be him. However, it would have to be later, after they had spoken in private with the Crow.

“Nalia wants me to go with her,” said Juniper after a second of trying to find her words, although perhaps it would’ve been more accurate for the girl to say that Nalia was letting Juniper go with her. However, if her eyes could speak they would be telling Pieter to fight off the weariness from the wine and wait up for her. She would come find him the moment she could.

Beyond the Storms

Despite everything trying to stop me, I'm back!

The Origin: A Devil Returned (Arc Two)

I'm back, kids. Good to see that it only took me leaving the country for Darklight to finish a collab. :D

Muskets & Magic - Dark Fantasy RP

Hey ya'll, I'm back. Just gotta drag myself out of my travel/snowstorm/alcohol-induced coma.

Carvings of the Galaxy

And I'm back (after many delays)!

Snowstorms in March. F'ing America, why'd we move here?

House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

I'm back! Snowstorms and flight cancellations can't stop me!