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“Well,” Iphie shrugged back, “These sorts of games would be all server-side anyway. I’d be zapping the servers through your phone, not your account. Besides, I’m confident enough in my work that some silly game companies won’t detect me… your loss,” she replied, quickly thanking the waitress before occupying her mouth with her arriving food. “I mean. Corporations hack for personal gain all the time, Tian. Courtlandt Group probably gets about a hundred discrete –and not discreet—intrusion attempts from corporate or state actors every day, you know?” As far as food went, it wasn’t bad at all. Even if she could get the best meals home-cooked by a personal chef whenever she wanted, there was always a place for crappy diner or fast food. A meal didn’t have to be high-end to taste good, after all, and they really did seem to have the formula for their spicy honey butter sauce down well. Finger licking good, even.

Even so, Iphigenia had an image to keep, and ate politely and reservedly as usual. But even with her slower pace, she had long finished her food before Mason’s granddaughter had arrived, and she was working on a second drink. “So, where is the young lady…?”

The purple-haired girl finally had her answer when the teenaged brat finally barged into the diner to mouth off at them with a rant. Iphie raised her eyebrows. Well then.

“While the diner actually wasn’t my first choice, they really do have a good point. Besides, it’d be more than suicidal, and it would be rather unsporting of them to attack a civilian diner,” she finally replied, with a bit of an amused expression on her face. Really, an uppity brat was actually leagues and bounds more entertaining than a starstruck fan. “For the record, I can borrow the robot chefs to act as said security detail if I really wanted. Have you seen the knives they wield back there? They’re quite sharp.”

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

If you don't mind, I'm gonna wait for you to post first this time around, @Pyromania99

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

Nazca

Nazca Whitehall

16 | Female | 5’ 5” | 115 lbs
Empire of Britannia | Technologism | Puppetmaster

Dossier

Nazca Whitehall. Adopted scion of renowned archaeology professor and adventurer Sir Henry Whitehall. Not much is known of her early childhood in the New World, but she is known to be a former member of the nobility or royalty in the Tlaxcala Confederation, a landlocked polity surrounded by the Aztec Empire. A country perpetually at war with the Aztecs, despite the alliance of Spain in the Futile War, the Tlaxcala suffered greatly in the aftermath of the conflict. Its existence suffers on as a limited rump state, buoyed by Spanish and Occidental trade.

Taken in by Sir Henry during his adventures to the New World in the aftermath of a severe defeat of her people, Nazca was raised under his tutelage in London. Although she already had an understanding and proficiency of her native manipulation of the wind before her adoption, she excelled and flourished as an exceptional technological polymath after receiving a western education.

Her specialization is unique in that it blends two distinct fields of study. Her use of Formulization revolves around creating convincing clockwork doppelgangers of a broad range of animals, wildlife, and utility, but particularly specializing on birds and insects, to scout and attack. She can either assume direct control of her constructs by radio or wire, or with programmed or preset commands. Her middling ability to manipulate the wind synergizes with her constructs in this manner by assisting their flight for more radical maneuvers-- and gives her the ability to defend herself at personal range with air-based attacks.

Ostensibly, she assists her adoptive father in unlocking the mysteries of artifacts and ruins around the world at the University of Oxford and his committees with the Royal Society, which, in fact, is the innocuous academy of sciences that everybody knows it as. Some within it, though, including her father, seem to have some unusual designs towards things lurking beneath the surface of ruins in the Mexican valley and other heritage sites around the world.

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Organization: The Royal Society...?

Qualia: Steampunk Spies, School Life Scandals, and Eldritch Spice

@ERode Ah, right. Added in a line to reflect that.

Qualia: Steampunk Spies, School Life Scandals, and Eldritch Spice

Actually, if we're from the same country, does that mean we're working together?

@Liotrent

Maybe, maybe not. Who knows~?

Qualia: Steampunk Spies, School Life Scandals, and Eldritch Spice

Nazca

Nazca Whitehall

16 | Female | 5’ 5” | 115 lbs
Empire of Britannia | Technologism | Puppetmaster

Dossier

Nazca Whitehall. Adopted scion of renowned archaeology professor and adventurer Sir Henry Whitehall. Not much is known of her early childhood in the New World, but she is known to be a former member of the nobility or royalty in the Tlaxcala Confederation, a landlocked polity surrounded by the Aztec Empire. A country perpetually at war with the Aztecs, despite the alliance of Spain in the Futile War, the Tlaxcala suffered greatly in the aftermath of the conflict. Its existence suffers on as a limited rump state, buoyed by Spanish and Occidental trade.

Taken in by Sir Henry during his adventures to the New World in the aftermath of a severe defeat of her people, Nazca was raised under his tutelage in London. Although she already had an understanding and proficiency of her native manipulation of the wind before her adoption, she excelled and flourished as a technological polymath after receiving a western education.

Her specialization is unique in that it blends two distinct fields of study. Her use of Formulization revolves around creating convincing clockwork doppelgangers of a broad range of animals, wildlife, and utility, but particularly specializing on birds and insects, to scout and attack. She can either assume direct control of her constructs by radio or wire, or with programmed or preset commands. Her middling ability to manipulate the wind synergizes with her constructs in this manner by assisting their flight for more radical maneuvers-- and gives her the ability to defend herself at personal range with air-based attacks.

Ostensibly, she assists her adoptive father in unlocking the mysteries of artifacts and ruins around the world at the University of Oxford and his committees with the Royal Society, which, in fact, is the innocuous academy of sciences that everybody knows it as. Some within it, though, including her father, seem to have some unusual designs towards things lurking beneath the surface of ruins in the Mexican valley and other heritage sites around the world.

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Organization: The Royal Society...?

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Narkissa Langdon

@Rune_Alchemist

Thankfully, she was able to find the tools she wanted. The frame itself also came along easily enough, only hampered by her lack of nails—it took her a little more time, but she was able to fasten a sort of mortise and tenon-like system to fit the fashioned planks all together, drawing from her knowledge of historical woodworking –it was a method common enough in houses and older wooden vessels from before the age of sail, after all—to create something workable. All she needed to do now was to meet back up with Misaki and discuss how they’d like to proceed with the rest of the project. She wondered if the Japanese woman had an success with finding a suitable pulp for the paper.

She was in the process of sanding the nearly completed instrument that she realized she as being approached, this time by a stranger. Seeing that it was probably a villager, and not one Lazhira had seemed to have mentioned or introduced her to, Narkissa was immediately on guard, despite the frail and frankly ridiculous outfit that he seemed to be wearing.

Setting down the frame against the side of Lazhira’s house, she raised an eyebrow before addressing him. “Yes? Can I help you?” He seemed harmless, but nonetheless, she positioned herself in a way to bolt or defend herself if she really needed to.

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

Aureia, of gold, commerce, wealth,

and the far less important, trivial aspects of travel and luck

“Less than you,” was Aureia’s simple retort to the Lord of the Underworld. Or was it lady now? Oh, well, Moridax answered that question for her. “To be fair, you are late to the party,” she decided to point out. It did raise a good question, though; if Moridax had reappeared –awoken—after Aureia and the fellow gods she had encountered in the chamber, did that mean that more gods could potentially reawaken? In the end, would the entire original pantheon reappear? It would be nice, so to speak, if the entire gang could get back together. Especially when there were friends like these Holy Imperial Bootlickers.

The last of which, by the way, was still trying to kill them, especially when Aureia grew bored of him and finally turned her attention away. “Thanks for that,” she echoed after the god of Watery Things, a bit miffed that she had made that small mistake.
She glanced back over to the awakened priestess, and the saddening sight of her dead knight. She let out a sigh. There were enough gods taking her attention for now, so she left them to it.

“Might as well go ahead and send him over to your realm,” she shrugged, returning her attention to the god of the underworld. “As things are now, can you even access the underworld?”

Qualia: Steampunk Spies, School Life Scandals, and Eldritch Spice

1600s Queen Victoria it is.

Qualia: Steampunk Spies, School Life Scandals, and Eldritch Spice

First guy has better digs, but the smile's too goofy.

Apparently, it's the 1600s, so no Queen Victoria. qq

Just to make things clear now, we are NOT having an English Commonwealth. Having a Victorianesque Charles I is not appealing either, though.