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Guess I should write this thing, huh?

It's me, Citrus Arms. I'm 32 now, married, an aspiring indie game dev, as well as a hobbyist writer. Well, who here isn't one of those. I've been meaning to write a book, but that's a big project and I've yet to finish more than a chapter and a prologue. Plotting a whole book is hard work, man.

I'm open to 1x1s and group RPs, feel free to invite me to something. I'm also part of a discord RP server of an old friend.

My favorite genres are fantasy and space, and I've got an original Universe that blends the two together. It's a post-apocalypse galaxy on the way to recovery, so there's everything from straight fantasy worlds to post-apocalypse survival available within the setting. The universe recovers and grows stronger with unity and inner strength.

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Stratya Durmand

Time:
23rd, Evening
Location: The Masquerade
Interactions: Peter @JJ Doe
Mentions:
Mask & Masquerade
(Note: pants)


“But that ain't what you're really asking, is it?”

Ooh? I haven' the foggiest figure of what ye mean. I ‘adn't seen a dance quite like it before, on or off beat, an’ I was wondering where it came from, aye? ‘ave you evah been t’ d’ Bread Fest’val in Zivitas’ Creek? Now, they've a fine jig, rooted in ol’ traditions. You can' prop’ly perform it withou’ sof’ bread, y’know.

His eyes had been searching her. Not ogling, that was easy enough to spot. No, he was definitely assessing her. As he turned out his pockets, she nodded softly to herself, “righ’. No’ much to go missin’ in the first place, ah? I can relate. Most I've go’ is me fife.” That didn't paint him well, though. “Oh, there's been a streak of’ mischief, tonigh’. If I didn't know any better, I'd think someone was playing a game” with other people's pockets. “Perhaps something in the air? Or the alcuhol. There, see? Just what I'm talking about.” A rotund patron had collided with a smaller girl and needed his friends to help him about. “‘ow much do ye think he's drank? Big guy like tha’ should be able to ‘old his drink.

The champagne was interesting. It was stronger, but it was served in smaller volumes than ale. By design, like as not. If that guy could get sloshed, then the other nobles probably needed caution or they'd end up similarly.

… Hmm. How many nobles could she out-drink…? No, stop. Just because you're off-duty doesn't mean you can be irresponsible. Or… does it? Hmmm.

"Ye reck'n they're all ligh'weights? Naw, couldn't be."
Stella Lumite






… That was quite a smell. She hoped she didn't over-do it. She got up from her hiding place and approached the first robber, nudging the slightly crispy fellow with her foot. “Wow. That really did the job. He’ll be ok, right?” She stepped past the would-be grave robber and approached the grave herself, examining it for damages. From the conversation she heard, she would guess they'd only just located the gravesite, but had they started to dig?
Good job, Niblet. I'll stand still, climb me so I can find you.” Stella stood still long enough for Niblet to get into her leg. Once high enough, Stella knelt down and placed the flowers on the grave, taking a moment to find the name. “Hello, ma'am. You don't know me, but your husband asked me to come give you flowers. I told him he didn't have to pay me, but he stubbornly refused. Hmm.. now that I think about it, I'm not sure how he will. That's fine, of course. I told him it was fine to start with.
I suppose that's my task done. I hope you enjoy the flowers, ma'am. I'll go tell the night keeper about the robbers.” She lifted Niblet’s ball as she stood, putting the cute bug away within. She looked around for the ghost-type that had shown her the way and launched a surprise attack with her. “Ghastly, thank you for your help tonight. I've got a spot open on my team currently, if you'd like to come along with me. This is a nice home you've got, though, I'd understand if you wanted to stay.
At any rate, she'd better go get that night watchman. She'd make her way back at a jog to the cabin before knocking firmly, “excuse me, it's urgent! You've got robbers! At the [Name from grave] site!” She was ready to enter, if no one answered or came to the door. She didn't expect those goons to stay still all night, after all.


Stratya Durmand

Time:
23rd, Evening
Location: The Masquerade
Interactions: Peter @JJ Doe
Mentions:
Mask & Masquerade
(Note: pants)


Ah, they looked at her. Stratya continued looking for a moment longer, took a sip, and diverted her attention. Had she been too obvious? Probably. If wasn't long before her suspect appeared before her. He'd come to the buffet table. His companion was not longer with him. Interesting.

As if she needed more confirmation that this particular patron was out of place. The enjoyment he got from the food here was expressed far too boisterously. Not that she cared particularly. It was the kind of honesty she was comfortable with, that she was used to. "I'tis a bit stuffy, as far as music goes. A good countrysi' festival has some good music. Even if the musicians aren'necessarily as skilled as what ye ge' 'ere, in t' capital." Stratya did not seem to favor either hand too much. She favored both, sometimes one and sometimes the other. Though she did conceal a weapon, she was used to being armed, and it was small enough that she could move comfortably with it. She'd firmly put herself in the mindset of moving normally.

Was he checking her out? Maybe. Maybe not. If he was, indeed, the suspect and not just suspicious, he could be sizing her up, now watching her as she'd been watching him. "Oh hoh hoh, du'nae flatter yerself, now. It was hard not to notice someone dancing so far off-beat. Do you have trouble with rhythm?" She finished her current flute of champagne and passed her glass off to passing staff. "Where'd y'learn a jig like tha', anyway?" She doubted she'd get this guy to slip up and say anything incriminating directly, but there were several questions to be answered.

Stratya made a small noise and turned, feigning an afterthought, "got all your belongings on you? Not missin' anythin'?"



Wow. The woman was maaaaassive. Good thing the young lady was done appreciating the woman's size by the time it was her turn to speak, at least. "I didn't hear anything so much as I saw some clues. A caravan just left town, accompanied by a guard squad but also individuals out of uniform. I would guess mages, but I could be wrong." It was a reasonable assumption, but there were other possibilities. "Then I saw your flying cloud man, D'Angelo. That's a dead giveaway, right there, sure as shoot," she chuckled.

"I suppose you'd like to know about my magic?" Trinity lightly tossed her lute over her shoulder, only for it to float into the air immediately as it left her hand, now played and held by nothing more than her magic as she conjured more into her hands. Trinity moulded, in her hands, a golden light into a saucer shape before she positioned it upright. A moment later, it would project a soft synthesizer sound, playing undertones to her lute. "Instruments are my domain, as well as the golden glow of my moulding magic."

"So, what kind of work can I expect around these parts, anyway?"


Stratya Durmand

Time:
23rd, Evening
Location: The Masquerade
Interactions:
Mentions: Peter @JJ Doe & Olivia @Potter, Nahir @Rodiak & Riona, Layla
Mask & Masquerade
(Note: pants)


Wow. Whoever was playing this rather infuriating game was rather quick at it. She would almost say too quick, but thieves were an amazing bunch. Scoundrels, most of them, but amazing. The deftness of hand was not to be underestimated. She had to stop herself from thinking too hard about it, since she was strictly off duty.

Someone around her mocked the preparator of a collision. A collision, a common avenue for pickpockets to wander down in their pursuit of pockets to pick. Right, then. “Who collided?” Some oaf backed into an Alidashti guest, of all people. Or... Something like that. Yes, an “oaf”. She surveyed the crowd around her and did find a pair that stood out to her. It did seem like they were recently disturbed. Before she could approach, the pair danced their way out onto the ballroom floor and away from the side crowds. So the dancers on the floor were also now subject to this thievery game?

Being off-duty never sounded so good. Right, then, more wine. That's some good stuff. She usually only ever had mead or beer or some such, the classier stuff was an interesting change of pace. Something you sipped at.
As she sipped and watched and felt out of place, she saw the pair dancing their own dance, their beat distinct from the surrounding music and rhythm. The one dancer seemed distracted, but she couldn't determine by what, his movements seemed strange, but she couldn't see him well enough to determine why. Stratya let the departure of a party of foreign delegates and guards distract her for a moment. When her attention returned, the two dancers were dancing along with everyone else. It didn't matter. She knew which ones to watch now.

So much for off-duty. Was this her way of avoiding socializing? Hmm.
Stella Lumite






At first, she had been worried that she'd actually offended the ghost with her question. She had to wonder if it was just being tricky, since it actually did know who she was talking about. She gave the ghost a wry but kind grin, "ah hah. It's not so strange to know your neighbors after all, huh?" She gave a little giggle before following along after the ghost-type.

The walk through the graveyard was quiet and uneventful. She didn't feel much like disturbing the peace with a lot of conversation, it felt like she might be shattering something precious.

When she spied the movement ahead, she was curious and apprehensive. It didn't take a genius to tell that the two men were up to no good in this neighborhood. She made sure to move quietly, herself, and not step on any twigs.

Gastly,” her voice was the barest whisper as she found something to crouch behind. Maybe it couldn't hear her at that volume, but she couldn't risk spoiling her element of surprise. “Rather rude of these guests, no? I'll make the first move, if you'd care to join me.” Stella lifted her hand up for Niblet to crawl out on, before giving orders, “approach through the grass, and then hit them both with Electroweb. Tie 'em up good. I hope Gastly heard me, maybe they'll help you out. Be quiet and quick, and disappear into the grass again to lose them.” Niblet nodded and waved her arms in the air.

Then we’ll go get the night watchman and- Wait. Is the night watchman ok? I never did speak to them. If these two were confident they wouldn't have to deal with them, then their lack of stealth would make sense… better to make a little bit of noise and get it done quickly, before someone else shows up. She thumbed Scamp’s ball, but decided against releasing him to go check. The burglars would hear the noise of the release. She'd have to do it when Niblet attacked, in the immediate confusion.

Go.
Stella Lumite






She could only hope that the grave keeper hut would be occupied, but before she could discover, a voice from quite close behind her gave her a good spook. Honestly, she was expecting as much, here in a graveyard, but that didn't stop her from being very, very surprised. She let out a small shriek as she whipped herself around, taking a few steps away from whatever had been behind her.

Yeah, it was just a... A Gastly. The breath on her neck had been particularly unsettling, she rubbed where she'd felt it, thoroughly creeped. "Ehgk, did you have to breath on me like that? Ehghghgh." She writhed unpleasantly a little, trying to shake the feeling from her head before she remembered suddenly and checked on the hyacinths she was holding with her other arm. Somehow, she'd remembered not to crush them. Whew.

"Maybe you can help me, since you've had your fun?" Stella looked up from the flowers she held, "do you know the old man who lives in the mansion in town? I think he's buried here, or at least... He asked me to leave these flowers at his wife's grave, who should be here. Can you show me when she is?"


Stratya Durmand

Time:
23rd, Evening
Location: A Masquerade in a Stuffy Place
Interactions:
Mentions: Peter @JJ Doe & Perslivia @Potter
Mask & Masquerade
(Note: pants)


Whooo, Stratya could pick the Queen out from a mile away. It really reminded her of what a hornet's nest she was in. She'd needed a lot of etiquette training after her knighting, and she'd hated all of it. Well, there were bits that were fun, but the strictness of it all had been a real damper. She found she was able to apply some things to her daily life, at least. Posture helped her improve her swordplay, and she'd at least managed to get some formal music training out of it all- was that her fife she brought? Her hand had brushed past it on her hip. Had the Prince not noticed or not cared? Maybe he hadn't seen it, for everything else. It was a little bit behind her, on her hip, but having it did give her an idea. She hadn't really formed her costume around any kind of theme, but she'd brought an instrument, so some kind of musician, then. She'd work on it.

At any rate, she should participate. She reminded herself again that she was very firmly off-duty, and began to look for someone to talk to. Maybe someone that looked like they also felt out of place? A wine glass in hand, the disguised Knight meandered, unsure of how she would even strike up conversation. She was puzzling and delaying when suddenly

Where's me fife gone?

In the middle of everything, her fife had disappeared from its holster. Off-duty or not, this occurrence did flip a certain switch. Stratya's eyes scanned her surroundings with new purpose. Others were missing things. She could see by their body language. She saw confusion on a nearby face, and listened closely to hear that he had gained a possession, before he also discovered he was missing a pocket watch. A quick check of her pockets found such a thing. She approached the man, the pocket watch in her hand, "is this yehrs? It was in my pocke', embarrassingly. I'm missing m'fife, m'self," Stratya turned her hip to show the empty holster, "what kind of bard am I, eh? Oh, that one's not yours? Ooh, waily. That's me fife, though, thank yuh. C'mon, then, shall go find yer watch, and whoever this belongs to?"

The stranger's watch wasn't far, and he parted from her company at that point, leaving Stratya to sort out this little mess on her own. She also trapped her fife with the pull-cable to her hidden weapon. Whoever perpetrated this mischief was playing with fire.
Stella Lumite






Right, a cemetery. She'd almost forgotten one was her destination. And she was even here at night, extra creepy. Ghost pokemon could also be particularly dangerous, if they wanted to be. The Pokedex gave her some information on common pokemon in the area, none of which comforted her. But, she'd already arrived. She shouldn't turn back now. "Keep a sharp eye out, Niblet." "Jol!"

It didn't take her long at all to spy the shack. Wandering the cemetery without knowing where to even start looking did not sound appealing in the slightest, so she needed research, or a guide. Her decision to approach was swift, she scanned for any information outside. A map for guests, more... Pamphlets, perhaps? If there was a guide book, it was probably inside, which was probably locked. Hmm. If there was a night shift, maybe not. Could go either way.
Stella Lumite






The little creature gave her a seed. Her Pokedex told her it was a Wonder Seed, something for grass types. A type of pokemon she doesn't have, currently. So what should she do with it? Plant it, maybe... She'd keep an eye out for a good spot.

In the meantime, she should drop these flowers off before something else happens. To the graveyard.
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