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Dreamscape | A World Forgotten

@Space Boyfriend It has been lost to most except the Elders who have shared very little if not anything. They probably also wouldn't know it was a journal, but that's a minor thing so I won't ask anyone to edit their posts.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

❀ Rosalina Idwal ❀

"Stay with me. Please."

"Of coarse."

❀ @Burthstone❀

The streets had begun to quiet down as the lazy afternoon droned on. The excitement of the rest day had been apparent in the many patrons of the games, who were eager to catch a glimpse of the champions as they enjoyed all Crocus had to offer. Though as Rosalina strolled at a brisk pace through the strip mall she could already see that the majority of stalls were empty. There were a few stragglers here and there, but nothing note worthy. Rosalina could see her hotel way off in the distance, the tall building standing higher than most in the backdrop of Crocus. She began to step forward, but as her foot slid across the ground she felt a tingling sensation; foreboding a rather unexpected encounter.

"Salutations Rosalina," The strangers voice sent shivers up Rosalina's spine, though that was more to do with the fact that this man knew her name. She supposed that it wasn't so uncommon. Despite not having attended the unveiling a few days prior, Rosalina was still known as a Council member. Though when she turned around to greet the stranger, she had not anticipated who it was she might see. Gregory Vale was indeed a man who held quite a fierce reputation. Rosalina had never interacted with him personally before, but she knew enough. Yet despite that, he seemed intent on her hearing him out.
"And while I'm sure my reputation precedes me, let's get out of the way that I'm not here for a nefarious plot. I simply want to ask you for a favor, from one wizard concerned about the world to, what I assume, is another," Concerned about the world? Of coarse Rosalina was concerned, otherwise she wouldn't have bothered with the council. It was Gregory's motives that she questioned. Though the man had a face of stone, and any ill intent was hard if not impossible to read.

When Gregory held out his hand to Rosalina, she played along. The idea that she might grant his favor was ludicrous, but she wanted to fight out what he wanted at the very least. She clasped her gloved hand around his own, staring into his eyes with a stern look.
"Captain Rosalina Idwal. Representative of the Rune Knights on the Magic Council." She lowered her hand back to her side, resting it gently on her hip just a few inches away from her weapon. Though her relaxed stance would hopefully imply that she was more casual about this whole ordeal than she actually was. "What is it you need, and why do you need my help with it?"

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@Zarkun I'm sure they'll do all they can. I haven't had the chance to install it yet but I am looking forward to when I can get around to it.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@Burthstone Sorry, I've had a few roleplays to post for recently. I'll post for Rosalina now.

Also, anyone in Australia played Pokemon GO yet? I've not heard good things, mostly to do with the servers being crap.

Heroes Rise: An Overwatch-Inspired RP (New Owner! New Players Welcome!)

@NightmareInd Personally I don't see why that would be an issue. I can't speak for Lmpkio, but I assume they also wouldn't have a problem with that.

Heroes Rise: An Overwatch-Inspired RP (New Owner! New Players Welcome!)

Antoinette didn't forget to eat a nice big bowl of bitch flakes this morning.

Heroes Rise: An Overwatch-Inspired RP (New Owner! New Players Welcome!)

and Epsilon-12

Location: Sentinels HQ, London
Interacting With: Jeanne and Creatrix @Lmpkio, Jean-Luc @Awesomoman64, Sean @PhoenixRising

The brief walk from the hotel to the Sentinel's headquarters was an unpleasant one. Not only was the blaring sunlight a constant annoyance, but Antoinette had decided to wear a pair of lavish heels. Though slight humidity and uncomfortable footwear were nothing compared to the stares. Now, Professor Agreste was not one to deny the stares of strangers; provided they were stares of envy. Of coarse no one could resist keeping their eyes glued to such a glamorous woman as she strolled down the streets of London in her white blouse, black silk skirt and designer blazer. Pressed into the charcoal black fabric was a lovely pearl brooch, an heirloom passed down from her grandmother. Around her neck sat a pair of golden chained necklaces with a jeweled butterfly dangling in front of her chest. Her gloved hand could be seen clearly as she elegantly raised her cigarette holder to her red, luscious lips. A pair of sunglasses and a wide brimmed black hat masqueraded the top half of her face. No doubt, Antoinette Agreste was a woman of mystery who was used to others staring at her.

Though the common people of London were not staring at her, but rather the strange being that followed behind her. Even when not in her Thanatos suit, Epsilon-12 stood out as a cyborg among the common people. Her long, gorgeous locks of blond hair sat gently over her shoulders and flowed all the way down to her hips. Even despite her human appearances, it was hard to miss the metallic platings that encased her entire left arm and right shoulder. In her white sundress, wired machinery peeked up along her upper back. From the odd, jarring lumps along her spine, one could assume that the technology continued all the way down to her waist. If you were to look at her legs, you would find that aside from the upper thigh, they were completely mechanised. Epsilon's gravitational core was embedded into her chest, but the faint blue glow still managed to peek through. It was because of this core, that Epsilon was able to gently hover behind Antoinette during their journey. The red light in her visor moved from side to side, scanning the surroundings as they approached the headquarters.

"Destination Spotted. Standing by for follow up commands. Please advise." Epsilon-12's voice was human, there was no doubt about that. Every time Antoinette listened to her, she was reminded of Sabrina. Though the cold and calculating monotony of Orpheus was the only tone she ever spoke in. Antoinette threw her cigarette on the ground, stamping it out as she continued without a word to Epsilon. The machine stared after her master for a few seconds before repeating herself.
"Standing by for follow up commands. Please advise." Antoinette stopped in her tracks, rolling her eyes behind her sunglasses before turning back to Epsilon.
"I swear, you're like a child." Despite the harshness in her voice, Epsilon remained stationary. Antoinette sighed. "Remain on defensive standby. Some of these people might not be happy to see me." With that, Epsilon's still body began moving forward to follow Antoinette once more.
"Affirmative. Remaining in defensive standby mode until further notice." Antoinette stepped forward, jay-walking across the street towards the headquarters. Today was going to be interesting.

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When Antoinette had approached the front desk with Epsilon, they were met with a lady who directed them to the elevator. The secretary seemed confused as to why they hadn't brought their luggage, which Antoinette informed her that it was being dealt with by the hotel. When the elevator doors closed, Antoinette immediately lit up another cigarette and took a long drag. The sensation of the lift carrying them higher up the building was completely overshadowed by the curiosity Antoinette felt. Who would be making a return to the Sentinels? What new faces could she expect to see? No doubt, her expectations were high. So when the lift finally came to a close, Antoinette was surprised to see the meager gathering of individuals that the elevator doors unveiled.

"Where's the party?" She proclaimed, stepping forward with Epsilon close behind. Out of the few faces, one did bring back memories to Antoinette. She approached one of the seats towards the middle of the table, removing her jacket and handing it to Epsilon while her faithful companion stood behind the chair. "Well, you've really outdone yourself Creatrix." She addressed the robot informally, taking another puff from her smoke. Her eyes shifted to Jeanne, and she couldn't help but smirk before rudely blurting out.
"So we've got Captain Feathersword and a couple of kids." She stared at Jean-Luc and Sean with the same amount of disrespect she had given Jeanne. "Why, the terrorist are shaking in their boots as we speak."

She finished her cigarette with one long, final drag; tilting her head back in pure ecstasy before blowing a cloud of smoke into the ceiling. Epsilon stood behind her, gazing at each of the faces. Despite them being allies, the cyborg was on full alert; for she had been informed that the potential of one of these individuals being a threat to Antoinette was higher than zero percent. That was too high in her books. Antoinette continued to stare at the three before addressing Creatrix.
"So tell me, old friend, what's so special about these schmucks that makes them think they can carry on the good name of the Sentinels?"

Dreamscape | A World Forgotten

Alrighty everyone! I didn't include everyone in that post because it wouldn't make a lot of sense for Kwelek to go around bragging to everyone and their mother about something he wants to keep secret.

So, Koa and Nortooga will have to find a reason for them to join their group. Which shouldn't be too hard. Right now Kwelek, Jannali, Yala and Tobu are all kinda gathered together right before the hunt. That itself would be cause for suspicion since a) one of their most important hunts is about to begin and b) Tobu is an Akit'r so that does make him a topic of interest as expressed by other characters such as Koa herself.

As for Alkina. I was thinking when the group gets together they could move to be nearby Alkina's tent, thinking it'd be a private place for them to look at the journal without realising that she can hear them. That would pretty much cover everyone being involved.

Any questions/suggestions, please feel free to discuss.

Dreamscape | A World Forgotten

Kwelek Djilyaro, 'Kwenda'

| @LokiLeo789 | @Space Boyfriend | @fluorescent |

The short run back to the oasis was one Kwenda had spent his whole life growing accustom to. While the initial rush of the desert disappearing beneath his feet had entranced him at a younger age, he had found himself growing quite bored with the sensation. Though that wasn't the case today. His discovery of the strange journey had ignited a spark in his heart, and his feet flew with more ambition and excitement than he had felt in a long time. The grazing Ngarlak's paid no mind to him as he dashed through the herd, using it as a shortcut so that he would be able to avoid the elder's hut. Weaving his way through the crowd of vibrant people, all eagerly preparing for the celebrations tonight, Kwelek made his way to the hunters where he hoped to find Jannali.

As expected, the healers daughter was approaching the hunters as they applied paints before heading out. Kwelek was not the brightest person, and he couldn't make out what his discovery was. He figured that he might as well ask someone he considered to be quite intelligent; so Jannali it was. Quickly moving to intercept her, Kwelek gently nudged the ladies shoulder with the back of his hand.
"Hey, Jannali. Do you have a moment?" Kwelek clasped his hands together, begging in quite a childish fashion. Before Jannali could respond, Kwelek removed the journal from his pelts. "I found something while out in the Moodja today. It's a secret, but I know I can trust you."

Kwelek was about to continue to sing praises about how reliable and kind Jannali was, trying to sweeten the deal, when he suddenly realised where he was. He averted his gaze from Jannali and stared at the painters who were only inches away from them. Thankfully most of them looked as though they hadn't heard him, though directly next to Kwelek he saw Yala applying paints to Tobu; a member of the Akit'r. There was no way the two of them hadn't overheard him. He hadn't been exactly subtle about the whole thing. Awkwardly trying to hide his little treasure behind his back, Kwelek stuttered out an explanation.
"Uh, I... It's nothing really. Just a dumb thing. S-sorry for disturbing you." He hoped that they wouldn't go and tell the elders of his find. They weren't particularly hard on the tribesmen about such things, but they did prefer any unique finds to be brought to them first in case it could be of potential danger to the tribe. Kwelek had planned to do that; after he had had a chance to examine his find himself.

Dreamscape | A World Forgotten

I apologise again but I've had to spend today focussing on getting all of my stuff ready for work next semester. I would have been done sooner but there are some issues with a few of my referees that I've had to spend the day chasing down.

I'll try my hardest to get a post up this evening, but if not then expect it tomorrow. Thank you for your patience!