Dragoknighte

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: The Crime Scene -> Her Apartment

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After about 10 minutes more waiting, Mali was finally approached by a police officer: a somewhat weedy, young black guy who looked like he would rather be anywhere else at the moment but here and asked a short list of questions with even less enthusiasm than his expression and body language would suggest. It was over in about a couple minutes and the cop went off to do whatever else cops in Justice did. Probably nothing. Figuring her job at a crime scene was done, she walked back up to her apartment. She had made it into the bathroom and had just started to undress when a series of loud, heavy knocks traveled through the apartment.

"Son of a bitch." Mali pulled her top back into place and made her way back to the front door. In the meantime, the knocks hadn't stopped, only becoming louder with each passing second.

"Alright, alright. Goddamn, what is it?" And at the door was another police officer, this one a tubby guy with blonde dyed hair that didn't quite turn out right and looked a fair amount like piss. Going off his eyebrows, his original hair color was black. More prudent was his facial expression: stern and irritated, the look of somebody dead set on doing their job, whether they liked it or not. Just as soon as the words were out of her mouth and the door opened Mali was answered with a barrage of questions. Fucking police can't even ask a round of questions properly.

"My name is Mali Anson," she sighed. Mali crossed her arms and leaned on the door frame as she went about answering the policeman's questions, making no effort to hide the irritation in her voice. "and I left the crime scene because I thought I was finished with this charade. I already had answered a series of questions before, and I'm not just going to stand out in the street all night waiting around to do things I already did. She lived in the building right next to me, but other than talking to her maybe once or twice, I didn't really know her, nor do I know anybody in these apartments. I've only been living here for a few weeks."

"I decided to move in here because an apartment with a reputation because some girl offed herself is cheaper than one without, and living expenses are already high enough as it is in SoCal. I'm an underwater basket weaver. What the hell do you think I do for a living? I'm a bodybuilder. During the party I heard a bang over the music playing. I look up to where the sound came from and I see a body fall onto the table and make a giant mess of things. I don't know anybody here by name other than the deceased, so I couldn't tell you who was at the party specifically. That's all. Good night." As soon as the questions were done, Mali slammed the door on the officer's face and turned around. Hopefully now she would be left well enough alone that she could undress and get some sleep. No sense in wasting the night when she wasn't going to be at the party anymore.

Speed Dating: Pezula

Maurice: Leona, Mauriah, Imogen
Mauriah: Darren, Maurice, David

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

<Snipped quote by Lady Amalthea>
This is how I read this.
Coming right up.

@POOHEAD189

Hey, I was making a Dwarf first. Get to the back of the line.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

And seriously, I am pushing for some dwarves, gnomes, and halflings!!!

@Lady Amalthea

Already on it, boss

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Cyneburg

Location: The caravan
Interacting with: The Fire, Keystone and one of his pots

Cyne saw Keystone scoop up a potful of mud and water before rushing into the building and she got the idea. Use the preexisting water and nonflammable mud to put out the fire before it gets out of hand. She didn't really pay attention to the conversation or magic because of the more pressing issue (fire raging in the place where they're supposed to be resting tonight). What did surprise her was Keystone coming out of the building with a charred, probably unconscious half-orc. Well then, that certainly brings up more questions. But irrelevant questions for the time being.

She crouched down and scooped up a bit potful of mud. Cyneburg wasn't necessarily someone you wanted doing heavy lifting, and even though this was just a single cast iron pot filled with water and mud, it was really heavy (for her). The druid took in a deep breath and pulled up childhood memories of having to bring in pailfuls of water from a nearby brook back to the house for a stew her mama would be cooking for supper to spur her on into the house as quickly as her legs would carry her. The heat came over her like a wave as she looked about for the best place to dump the water. She ran over to a burning support pillar, and used the momentum of her travel to fling the contents of the pot on the flames with a comforting sound that was somewhere between a sizzle and a sploosh. Now with a much lighter pot, the druid ran back out of the building to gather up more mud for the next run.

Speed Dating: Pezula

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Location: The main room and stuff
Interacting With: Each other

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As the bell sounded, David let out yet another sigh; it seemed as if this whole experience would be a bust. Or perhaps he was just setting himself up for disappointment because so far there hadn't been any sort of spark, connection, or anything other than an awkward use of fifteen minutes of time. But he had to endure, had to keep it up, even if nothing came of this. Treat it like a vacation, that would work. But David hoped still that there would be something good at the tail end of this.

With the shuffling of feet, David arrived at the spot for his next fifteen minutes where he hoped wouldn't devolve into awkward silences and looking away to avoid accidentally looking at one another. "Ms. Jones?" David asked, double checking to see if he had gotten the table correct before he sat down and straightened his collar. "I'm David. David Sandoval, pleasure to meet you," He sounded sincere, genuine, polite, all the checkmarks for someone trying their best to make a good, if dull, impression. "So, how about we introduce ourselves, get that out of the way? ...You first, ladies first, after all."

"Mr. Sandoval," Mauriah replied, with a tone of voice that could either be teasing, irritated or some mix of the two. She pursed her lips when David prompted her to go first. He projected an air of doubt, definitely a bad first sign. "I'm Mauriah Jones, I grew up in Texas, but have since moved to the East coast of the US. I've been married once, but divorced years ago. I've got no children, and don't have a large immediate family. Only my brother and mother really. Outside of that I have more cousins and aunts and uncles than I can count. I work as an architect and recently I've been getting back into Destiny's Child after not hearing them since I was a child. That good enough an introduction?"

David had to laugh, though it was more of a chuckle when it came out. It was certainly an introduction and if it was seeped in a hint of sarcasm, it went way over his head. Still, he was more than willing to reply back. "Well, that's definitely an introduction, I'm not sure I'll be able to match, but I can try. Like I mentioned my name's David Sandoval and I was born and raised and currently reside in New Mexico where I work as a doctor. I was married once, she passed away, no children but I have siblings. I've never really been a big fan of Destiny's Child though they have some catchy songs, I'm more of a...seventies and eighties punk rock kinda guy, it helped me avoid the traditional music my grandmother would force us to listen to all the time."

David gave a nod after his introduction, serving as a gesture of self satisfaction over anything else. "So, an architect? Work on any famous buildings?"

"I wish. Most architectural work isn't nearly so glamorous as designing famous buildings that'll be known of a hundred years from now. I do a lot of work on suburban development. So are you a specialist of some kind, or are you just a general medical practioner?" Mauriah wondered if she was going to have to answer the question of "do you work on any famous buildings?" on every date. If this was any indication: probably. But she hoped that wouldn't end up being the case.

"Suburban development? Like housing and such? That actually sounds really cool, kind of altruistic in a way. It may not seem glamorous but if it's putting up houses and such then it's bound to be rewarding," David responded with a clearly impressed tone of voice; he was either good at pretending or he was being honest about his thoughts. "Me, though? I'm certainly a specialist. I'm a veterinarian. I can't imagine there being anything more specialist than that."

"Well, you could specialize in certain animals and then go further by specializing in certain parts of those animals. I'd imagine a guy who only knows how to perform brain surgery on large ungulates would be more specialized than somebody who treats dogs and cats on a day to day basis." Mauriah immediately took his compliment as him being facetious at best or dishonest at worst. She didn't comment about it, but when she replied, she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Ah, but someone who performs brain surgery on ungulates would be just as specialized as the dog and cat doctor. Animal science and biology is a requirement, veterinary school covers a lot of bases, and your average veterinarian doesn't really treat the more exotic animals on a day to day basis, but if you brought a horse in need of a lobotomy or a cow needing someone to deliver a calf...I'd be able to handle both operations." David replied with a small amount of pride as evidenced by his grin. He was having an enjoyable time, though it seemed the same might not be said for his current partner. "Oh god, I sound like an ass right now, don't I? It's not intentional. I'm nervous, you can probably tell."

David took a moment to pause and to calm down slightly, his foot tapping wildly on the floor under the table. "Sorry if I'm boring you. I'm new at this. That's probably no excuse."

"You've got me there," Mauriah said, throwing up her hands. She thought over his question for a bit before answering. "I wouldn't exactly say you sound like a jerk right now. You were correcting me on something I'm ignorant about." What she didn't say is that the nervousness could reflect on him worse than just being a bit of an ass. Then again, some women liked a man who lacked confidence. No accounting for taste after all. "So what's New Mexico like? Going off of popular culture it's a lot of desert, but going by pop culture, Texas consists of desert land and is filled with nothing but cowboys and cattle. 'Steers and queers.' I don't want to make those same kind of assumptions."

"Pop culture also makes New Mexico out to be a haven for crystal meth and drug dealers, but you're not that far off in thinking it's a lot of desert. There's a lot of desert to go around, but north? Up north there's actual green and mountains, but other than that...it's a whole lot of desert." David replied with a simple shrugging of his shoulders; he enjoyed his home state but there wasn't much there to snag attention. "We don't even have a professional sports team; Canada had both baseball AND basketball and we can't even get one." He spoke now with a more humorous tone, laughing, or rather chuckling to himself. "So, do you miss Texas or have you found the East coast more to your liking?"

"Well the thing about Texas is that your experience with it changes a lot depending on where you are. If I remember from school correctly," Mauriah mused as she scratched her chin and looked upward, trying to recall information well over a decade old, "there are like four different geographical and climate types in the one state. I'm from the Dallas area in the North East, so the area's almost temperate at times and has a lot of grassland around. When you go west, the plains turn into desert and when you go South it turns into a lot of valleys. And in places like Galveston it's a sauna full of mosquitoes and oil refineries. Virginia's a lot more stable and humid than most of Texas. Not quite as hot. It's a beautiful place, but I haven't been there nearly long enough to call it my home or anything. Well it was a nice conversation." At this point the bell rang, ending the conversation right there. She waved goodbye as David got up and moved to the next spot.

Speed Dating: Pezula

Fab and I are working on our collab.

Speed Dating: Pezula

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Location: Main Room
Interacting With: Each other

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Interaction Tags: @Dragoknighte @Charnobylisk

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Maurice sighed as he made his way from the last table to the next. Mauriah could be such a handful sometimes, but maybe more time on this trip would soften her up some. Then he could really talk to her for once. He realized that he had to get on with the round of dates, so he dragged his thoughts out of familial drama as one would drag their canoe from stormy waters to the wet, but far safer sand of the bank. He put on a jovial expression and held out his hand to Imogen.

"Hey, I'm Maurice. What's up?"

Imogen looked up and smiled to her latest date, brightly as she was still entertained from her previous date with Darren. Wow he was huge. She stood up in order to not feel so small but felt entirely smaller as she did so. She took his hand and shook it as firmly as she could, hoping he didn't think she was some tiny dainty little flower of a woman.

"Hiya, m'names Imogen. Nice t'meet ya." Letting go of his hand, Imogen sat down and smiled over to him. "So, would ya like t'go first or shall I?" She had a sort of infectious smile that just radiated happiness and joy, her body language was relaxed enough but it was clear she was a litle nervous and unsure talking to new people every fifteen minutes looking to find some form of connection or spark.

"I'll go first. Any good shows you've watched recently?" Asking about occupation and stuff seemed to be a common opening topic, so he made a mental note to try to avoid the topic, if only to not wear it out by going over the same information constantly. He figured that it would be easier for both parties to relax with a more inane topic, even if it meant potentially sacrificing more "substantial" conversation.

That was certainly a different topic than anyone had chosen so far and it made Imogen smile. Unfortunately she wasn't going to be too entertaining in this conversation and wondered if she'd bore Maurice if she was honest. She opted to not lie and grinned sheepishly as she began to answer. "Actually my telly is dominated by the kids' shows. In The Night Garden, Tweenies, BoohBaah... the list goes on and on. I'm a single mum ye see. Twin girls, five years old and cute as buttons. Although I wouldn't mind hearin' more about adult telly if ye don't mind obligin' a girl?" She gave Maruice a warm smile before taking a sip from her glass of water, finishing it off and grabbing the jug to pour some more into her glass.

"Actually, I've been watching some pretty trashy shows recently. The kind of reality television most people wouldn't admit to watching. I think yesterday I watched a couple episodes of Tour of a Lifetime, a show about a crew of Grand Canyon tour guides and Iron Plunger which is a competition show between plumbers hosted by Jeff Foxworthy for some odd reason. When you watch the show it seems like the most obvious thing, but when you really think about it, he doesn't really belong there." Maurice took a sip of water. So Imogen was a single mom? That was fine, he liked kids. He didn't want to admit it, but he had no idea what any of the shows mentioned by Imogen were, but if they were children's shows then he wouldn't really need to know too much more. The general gist of them would probably be familiar enough.

"Those sound rather colourful t'say the least, heh." Imogen couldn't help but chuckle at the descriptions of those shows. "Next ye'll be tellin' me tha' there's a show 'bout people buyin' crap from other people's storage units." She let out some laughter and considered Maurice. He seemed harmless, polite too, and appeared to be pretty nice so far. Good start. "So besides watchin' trashy telly, ye got any other time wastin' activities ye do for fun? I quite like goin' for walks and hikes m'self."

"Maybe I should get into producing reality tv with an idea like that. Call it like 'Garage Treasure Hunters' or something like that. I travel a lot for my job so I do a lot of portable gaming and reading. I also consider myself somethin' of a connoisseur of breakfast restaurants considering how many I've been to." Maurice paused in his conversation to pop his back. "So do you go like, mountain hiking or just on strolls through forests and stuff?"

"Both if I'm bein' honest. Granted I mostly hike big hills rather than mountains day t'day but I quite like the mountain hikes when I can get out t'them. So ye travel for work, eh? Ye miss home a lot or d'ye prefer bein' on the road? Also, remind me t'ask you for breakfast recommendations come mornin'." Imogen then felt her face flood with heat as she realised how suggestive that sounded, she totally hadn't intended it but she couldn't help but giggle at the silliness of it. "I'm so sorry! That sounds so suggestive and presumptive! Apologies! I'll blame it on bein' blonde if ye don't mind, haha..." She buried her face in her hands but continued to chuckle, hoping Maurice would find the humour in her words rather than the lewdness.

"Ohoho," Maurice chuckled bringing his hand up to his mouth,"well I wasn't going to take it that way, but now that you've brought it up I have no choice but to do so." Maurice wiggled his eyebrows a couple times with a smirk plastered across his face and held it like that for a few seconds before the whole charade crumbled in on itself and he broke down into a fit of giggling. "Seriously speaking, I don't mind being on the road a lot when I have enough space, but it's nice when you get back home and you can just collapse on your own bed. That said, I've been in way too many tiny cars for extended periods of time for my liking."

Letting the laughter roll out, Imogen beamed at Maurice and enjoyed his joke. He had a sense of humour, that was nice to see. He could make fun of himself which was a really good trait and Imogen couldn't help but find herself liking the company of this large and imposing figure of a man. "Yeah, I get ye. Yer own bed is the best thing in the world when yer not in it e'ryday. So what exactly do ye do that makes ye need to travel so much? Also, out m'own curiousity, what kinds o' places have ye travelled to?" She leaned forward on the table, becoming even more engaged in the conversation than she had been. She loved talking about travelling, it was one of her favourite things and she couldn't wait until her girls were more grown up so that she could take them to different and exciting places with her.

"I'm a wrestler, so I travel around the country to perform at different venues." Nodding as she heard what he did for a living, Imogen's eyes widened in surprise and understanding. "Well that explains the size o' ye." She giggled a little and let him continue. "At the moment I haven't done much traveling outside of my home state of Texas, but in college I also did a lot of travelling in the country because of my sport team membership. At this point, I think I've at least passed through almost every state in the continental US. I also visited Kyoto one time while I was on Spring Break because at the time I thought I wouldn't have another chance to leave the country. What about you, do you do any travelling?" Well he ended up talking about his job anyway despite trying to steer clear of it, but at least he arrived at it naturally, rather than opening with it just to try having something to talk about. And honestly, if the rest of the dates in this round ended up going as well as this one, Maurice would feel at least satisfied in the price he paid for the trip (assuming something terrible doesn't occur to ruin the rest of the week).

Taking a sip from her glass, Imogen's face lit up as he talked about his travelling around the US. She hadn't done that quite yet but it was definitely on her bucket list. She bounced on her seat a little as she got excited to talk about her travels and opened her mouth to start when the bell rang. "Awww, bummer! Well jus' quickly 'fore ye go, I've done a lot of travelling before I had me girls but I'll fill ye in on that when we next talk, if that suits ye?" She stood up and shook Maurice's hand and gave him a warm, genuine smile. "Until next time."

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: The Party Formerly Known as Boston Heights
Interacting with: Nobody.

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Once the worst of the press had more or less cleared the crime scene, Mali felt she had gotten more than involved enough for her own liking and faded from the scene as best as she could. She stood in front of the Rose building, leaning back onto the plaster that comprised the building and contented herself to merely watching people, taking the scene in as it went on around her.

There were phone calls to (hopefully) people of importance, idle conversation in the middle of a crime investigation, glory hog so-called law enforcers eating up their chance to chat it up with the journalistic carrion birds, people with fake smiles and real grimaces plastered on their faces, and the rare few guys who actually did their job of contributing to the completion of a homicide investigation. All in all these people were a bunch that seemed discontent, if not with their station in life, then with the situation and circumstance of the city they found themselves in. Mali couldn't blame them, Justice was kind of a shit hole. A potentially lucrative shit hole to live in, but a hole full of shit all the same.

Mali covered her mouth to stifle a big, ugly yawn as she rolled her shoulders back. Tonight ended up simultaneously being more interesting and more boring than she thought it would be. Hell, it almost felt like it was a huge waste to even get dressed up and come down here in the first place. If she had just stayed in her apartment, she figured that she would have been able to unpack at least 1 of the larger piles of boxes lying around in her apartment. Well, if any good could be considered to have come out of this whole incident in the first place is that the entire block's hearing loss would at least be delayed. She'd give it another half hour to an hour before giving up the idea of being questioned by the police tonight and heading back to her apartment room.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Double post.