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

Cyne & Nor

Location: Crossed Swords Tavern
Interacting with:The party that collectively needed a new name.

Cyne huffed as her idea was immediately shot down by multiple people. Yeah, now that she thought of it again they were right, but at least don't interrupt mid sentence. Still, even though it was a good idea to not split up, there was one more reason that came to mind to not travel together in a big group for this particular excursion: if they happen to fall into an inescapable trap, as one group they would be wiped out completely. But that was an unlikely scenario (hopefully).

"Do you want some help with herbalism?" Cyne asked as she inserted herself unbidden into the conversation between the other spellcasters of the party. Herbalism was a skill that was reluctantly picked up during childhood. For her it was sort of like the musical scales of druidism. She didn't mind so much now that she was older and the skill had become second nature. Had it not been for the fact that Satilla was a dedicated healer, Cyne would have probably spent much of her free time the past week or so creating herbal potions of her own.

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Well the big group discussion seemed more or less finished at this point. No use bumbling around when there was business to take care of. With a stretch and an inopportune belch, Nor left the room. First thing's first, look after Dorka. She'd been out in the cold all night, but a tough bird that mule was. An affectionate pat and bag of feed later and his beast of burden was satisfied with the current state of affairs.

Next Nor went to his cart and opened up the hidden side compartment where he kept the tools for his side business. Proudly presented and immaculately maintained were a full set of dwarven plate mail, a rectangular shield as tall as he was and a wicked looking knife that would most certainly be overkill for even the thickest of Goliath beards. The most annoying part about full-plate however was how long it took to put on, especially without help. He would be awhile changing into his 'battle outfit.'

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

I've mostly been waiting for Riv to post but was going to do it within the next couple of days at most

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

"I love you too, Riley. As a sister."

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Zoie's House

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Mali watched Zoie leave before stifling a yawn of her own. She had been feeling sleepy long before anyone else in the farm had, so by this point she had gotten quite a bit groggy. She looked at the picture still in her hand. Zoie didn't ask for it back or anything, so she probably didn't direly need it. She probably had copies (physical or otherwise), but on the off-chance she didn't, Mali decided to keep track of it. But not before securing a copy of her own.

One quick phone photo later, she tucked away the image into the front cover of one of her books and made her way to the guest room. She'd use it as a bookmark to keep her place. Yeah it might get damaged a bit, but it would be fine. As for what book exactly that she'd want to read before hitting the hay. What little she'd read of the romance novel soured her on going any further down that route. Yeah she could get to reading on Ancient Egypt, but she had just spent awhile talking about it, and could end up devoting a lot more of her future on that particular subject.

Which left The Rising Dragon, the one book that she was most excited and most dreading reading. Part of her contemplated just going to bed right away and avoid confronting the horrid taste of the teenage self. Wait, why was she so afraid? It's just a book. Thus Mali steeled herself and dug in. Much to her surprise, the book was just as good as she remembered. It was by no means perfect, but it was like sharing a meal with an old friend. About 50 pages in she had to stop herself lest she not get any sleep for the rest of the night.

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

July 29^th, 2371

8:52AM
_{Royal Family ETA: 34 Hours}

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@Lady Amalthea"I see. Thank you very much, ma'am." The odd man turned and left the store as he came in, with unsteady footsteps and more than a bit of agitation. With him gone, Sunie found herself alone in the shop again. Perhaps this interruption would be able to aid her work in a way. A bit of a break to refresh the eyes and work more efficiently. Still, that was about half an hour out the window, and who knew how much time she really had to get all the investigative work accomplished.

@NalloreAnthony managed to keep pace with the woman pretty well, and from the looks of things did not alert either his target or any of the random passerbys. At most, somebody would follow him with their eyes for a couple of seconds, but would look away and return to what they'd been doing beforehand. Progress continued smoothly until she got to a pay gate, where she stopped and began to dig around her person, presumably for a paychip or prepaid ticket.

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

Cyne & Nor

Location: Crossed Swords Tavern
Interacting with:The party that collectively needed a new name. Kyra's Angels?

Cyne looked over the map. Was the group having a vote on what to do right now? It sure felt like it. Currently the two plans put forth was investigate the caves and investigate the tower. The tower ruins were far more likely to be something of note given that it was named and all. Furthermore, caves were a commonality to the area, so the fact that a couple of them were untouched didn't really come as much of a surprise. Even as the druid considered all of these facts, her eyes kept following the swirl that lay over the map. It was sort of mesmerizing.

"Yesterday Ntaj and I scouted out the graveyard. Calling it untouched is something of a misnomer. Like half of the graves had been dug up, but I don't think anything's been done there recently. Neither of us found anything worth noting and any old footsteps would have been washed away from the rain."

"And as far as stones seen in a dream go goes, I'd rather take a chance on the tower first. There are two natural caves and one tower. If the place we need tae go is a cave, that's a one in two chance we go tae the wrong place and end up wasting a day," Nor interjected, his arms crossed over his burly chest.

"But if we do need to go to one of the caves, we wasted a day anyways and are in the same situation of needing to pick the right choice." Cyne tapped her chin thrice before speaking up again. "We could split up. It's kind of risky, but we do have the numbers for two or three people to investigate each place of interest separately and then rendezvous at the next spot on the spiral before nightfall. At the very least we'd be able to suss out if any of these places are actually worth harsher investigation."

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Zoie's House

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Mali supposed that line about brain and brawn was meant to be a compliment, but the implication was that the impression she gave off was that of a dumb brute. Well you can't change people's perception of body type, and the archetype of the dumb muscle has been a staple of fiction stretching back probably since the beginning of human history. Yet life wasn't an RPG where you could either put your stats into Strength or Intelligence. And even when she thought about it like that, the implication hurt a bit. It was something she'd run into now and again, but it was one of those consequences of bulking up that she had yet to get over.

While Zoie was off getting the picture from wherever it was, Mali stood idly for a bit before thumbing through the pages of the Romance novel. Not because she was particularly excited to read that one, but it was a lot easier to handle a small paperback book. She'd managed to skim through a couple of pages before Zoie had come back. The writing wasn't good from an objective standpoint, which was to be expected, but even worse was that what little she'd read had been dull. Maybe that passage wasn't representative of the whole thing, but her willingness to read more was rather low.

The first thing Mali thought of when she saw the image was the necklace Relic had acquired. It wasn't quite the same, but the similarities were undeniable. Chances were that he hadn't told Zoie about it, and given that Mali was already withholding information from his sister, she wasn't about to let a fact like that slip nonchalantly. At least not without consulting him first.

"It reminds me of a buckyball with the way those sphere things are attached. But I'm pretty sure Juno isn't interested in organic macromolecules. I'm pretty sure JD Mason and her teacher had uncovered an artifact kinda like this back in Greece shortly before their deaths. If I recall correctly it was an icosahedron instead of a dodecahedron. If I had a picture I'd show you, but think they're related?" A wild thought crossed her mind about how it could be a container or focal point for the various stones of the same nature as the necklace, but that was pure speculation at best, fantastical magic nonsense at worst. Mali might be more open to ideas of ancient conspiracy cults and far out ideas like that, but literal magic was out of the question.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

It took Roger a second to realize where he was. One moment he was facing a Cruxi, war machine, the next all there was to see were stars and the void of space. Luckily, he had more than just what Yeager could see of his surroundings to work off of and puzzled together where he was at in relation to the rest of the battlefield. It was when he tried to right himself that Rooney discovered he'd lost an arm and his synch had dropped substantially.

So much for remaining undamaged. And then there was screaming, and orders being barked from like 3 differently people. Wait, what did he miss? Oh shit, was that the Prometheus cut in half? It was around this time that his subconscious began to sort through the verbal commands he'd been issued. Yeager, get to the sarge. Someone, get to Elise! That was him. Oh shit, he needed to go make sure that the leader of the squad didn't die. Again. He realigned Yeager and boosted towards Elise. This was an emergency situation, but given his piloting skills and currently lowered synch capabilities, he wouldn't try anything fancy. Just get to the wreckage of the Prometheus as quickly as possible.

"Sergeant, are you still alive? Can you read me," he asked over the comms. Chances were he wouldn't get a reply, but it wouldn't hurt to check before doing anything rash. Even if she did, he wasn't too sure what exactly to do now that he was within arm's reach. Yeah Yeager was fast, but it wasn't exceptionally strong or dextrous, if he needed to manually extract Elise from the frame, he wasn't sure if he'd be capable of doing such, let alone with only one hand available.

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

July 29^th, 2371

8:49AM
_{Royal Family ETA: 34 Hours}

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@Lady Amalthea When the news was delivered about just how far off the mark the man was from the destination, the man paused mid fingernail bite. There was a tensing of the jaw, followed by an almost imperceptible cracking noise. The kind of sound akin to one would hear in films whenever the lead would attempt to travel stealthily through the woods only to have their hopes foiled by stepping on an errant twig. He removed his hand from his mouth and wiped it off on his shirt, a thin red streak left in its wake.

"I'm so sorry for wasting your time," he apologized. The man's voice trembled in the same way a person about to cry did. Or someone about to snap and break something of someone. Briefly his eyes flitted downwards to his clothes and his brow furrowed before his eyes lit with understanding. "...One last question, where's the closest restroom?"

@Nallore As he followed behind the raven haired woman, Anthony got the chance to notice more details rather than the simple fact that she was going against the grain of people and her hair color. The most obvious aspect was that she wore all black. There were little splashes of white or color here and there, but by and large, darkness dominated her wardrobe. A wardrobe that was fairly stylish, discounting the unusual choice of color. Whoever she was, she had more wealth than the average schmuck on the street.

As Anthony followed the girl, occasionally she would look over her shoulder, but it didn't appear that she was actively suspicious of him yet. Her travel path seemed to be heading towards the outer sections of the city, but at the same time there was a nearby metro station that she could be heading for. Getting too close would give him away (and potentially opening him up to claims of stalking), but if she ended up going to public transit while he was too far back he might lose her before ever learning where she was going.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Zoie's House

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"If you're trying to get ahead, then I guess I'm behind the curve. My field of expertise is in Medieval Europe. Ask me about the Church in France during the 12th Century and I could talk for days. Not really in my depth with this stuff about the Clasical era and before." Mali walked over to the nearest stable surface and set the books down on top of them. She had just been planning to exchange a couple of sentences with Zoie before getting on with her night, but she could sense the possibility of an extended conversation, and her arms were starting to get tired. It didn't matter how beefy you were, nobody liked standing in place holding shit when they didn't have to.

"Well it's easy to get lost when you don't know what you're looking for. There's what, 4,000 years of history hiding in Egypt? Way too much shit to go through in one lifetime, let alone when you're not really sure what you're searching for. 'Course, I don't know how much you know or where you're at right now." Mali leaned against the counter top with her good hand and rubbed an eye with the other.

"Maybe instead of trying to beat your bosses on research, look into the more recent history of what Juno's been doing and try to figure a direction from there? Not like the last few years, but the past century or so. Or maybe you could bounce some information off of me later? Two heads are better than one and all that jazz. And why haven't you told Marc about any of this? Are you just hoping to have a stronger lead or something first?" As much as Mali wanted to get to the bottom of Juno and fuck them over, her questions here were more based in simple curiosity and desire to be helpful than any sort of bigger scheme. She was well aware of how irritating it was to not know what to do when researching, and if just asking some questions to focus Zoie would help, she'd ask as many questions as necessary.