Dragoknighte

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Harry Kingsfield

Location: B&B->Abandoned House

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And at long last, he had the peace to enjoy his breakfast in peace. It seemed like his answers where enough to satisfy both the cook and his client enough so that they were satisfied, at least for the time being. Still, he couldn't be sure if this wouldn't come back later and bite him in the ass. However, his primary concern was getting the grub into his stomach as soon as possible. He was starving.

Roughly ten to fifteen minutes later, and he was all finished, with all his used dishes neatly stacked up into one convenient pile for clean-up. It was a minor display of courtesy, but hopefully whoever had to collect them would appreciate their job being just a bit easier. Harry wiped his mouth clean of any stray crumbs and syrup as he stepped out of the Bed and Breakfast.

Now he was confronted with the choice of where he would go to investigate that day. The two primary options that sprang to mind was either the supposedly abandoned house, and that Helsey woman Mrs. Walker had told him about. He didn't really have any particular preference one way or the other. Neither were obviously directly tied to the case and were likely to be as likely to be dead ends, so he wasn't exactly sure. So after a few moments of thought, he decided to just settle it with a coin flip. Heads he goes to this shop, tails the abandoned house.

Harry dug around in his pockets for a coin, and to his surprise found a full silver dollar. When did he get ahold of that? Well no matter, it was a small bonus to his day. He set the coin down on his thumb and lobbed it into the air. He put a bit too much force into it, and almost launched it into a nearby gutter, but was fast enough to still catch it out of the air. When he covered the coin he found that it was indeed tails. Well, that settled that. Helsey could be met with after he did a bit of investigating of the house. Stretching his arms, the private investigator hopped into his car and took a drive towards that point of the pentagram.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Giosue Zino

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Location: Dining Room
Skills: N/A

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Gio looked upon all the odd happenings at the table with what could only be described as distanced interest. He took things in, and appeared to react and be entertained, but didn't seem to be really be actively engaged with the rest of the table. Whether it was Gilbert's little choking episode (he was pretty sure both Eve and himself had in times past gotten onto him about chewing his food properly. If they lost another one of their number to poor eating habits of all things...) or Andromeda's disappearing act, he only had the minimal reactions to display.

"No, we don't have to do anything so out of the way," Gio said, replying to Sophia's question about time traveling phone booths. He was pretty sure she was half joking, but he still answered it with a straight response. "I can open up portals to any point and place in time, and you only need to step through it in order to end up at the desired location. But if what you're looking for is some sort of time manipulation artifact, we do have a television that acts as a time portal, that you can adjust to view any time and place you set it to. A television is a device with a built in surface that can be used to receive and broadcast images and sounds from other places." Perhaps not the best explanation of televisions, but he didn't know the context from which all of the Paradoxes had come from, and that was probably the best he'd be able to come up with off the top of his head without knowing more about these people.

"And I'd like to point out that there's also such a thing as being caught with your pants down because you refused to plan at all," he said as a direct counterpoint to Nancy. The last thing this group needed right now was to charge ahead without any guidance, thinking they can just rely on their gut. Or even worse, under the leadership of Nancy. He loved her, but she was not the person in charge for a reason. "Need I remind you of September 1st, 1661?"

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Mali Anson

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Location: Queensguard
Skills:N/A

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Mali wasn't sure what exactly to think, looking at Zoie's initial lack of reaction to what she'd asked. Was she actually not in a stater of mind to answer? Maybe she just didn't hear her. The room was pretty crowded and she had been whispering. Should she repeat the question but speak up? Would it be safe to do so? Luckily, she didn't have to worry about all that for very long.

It looking suspicious to leave now was certainly a reason to not leave, and she could accept it. Of course, everything being handled internally could cause even more trouble for them than the simple police investigation. But sound reasoning aside, it didn't seem like Zoie was put together enough to keep control of the whole situation and well, Relic wasn't really the leader type in an IRL context. So she resolved to take charge of this whole clusterfuck until somebody told her to stop.

First, they needed to get away from Zatara's body, and by proxy all these people. They wouldn't be able to talk about anything here. Even putting aside security issues, the air was starting to take on that musty, muggy quality when a lot of people were too close to each other in an enclosed space for too long. Gently she grabbed Zoie's hand (without even thinking consciously about the contact at that) and Relic's shoulder and pulled them away from the crime scene proper.

"C'mon, let's get some privacy." At this point she had more or less discarded the whole "blend in with the upper crust" plan she had been thinking about this entire day. Fuck it, she was going to proceed acting as she normally would now. Anyone whou didn't like it could shove their judgements up their own ass as far as she cared. With a bit of direction from Zoie, and a set of functioning eyeballs, she was able to get them to a relatively secluded area by a stairwell.

"Alright. There's been a giant wrench thrown into our plans, but I think we might be in a more fortunate position than we could imagine. From what I can tell, the higher ups are in just as bad a situation as we are. Lots of things are going wrong, and Elizabeth doesn't seem to be a strong enough leader to keep her shit together. This could be a rare chance where Juno is in disarray and we can take advantage of this and learn or do all sorts of things we'd not be able to do otherwise."

"But first, I'm tired of being left in the dark about seemingly everything important. Why are we here? What's your goals for the night? Where the hell did you disappear to for so long? And if you know anything else about this place, I'd really like to know." Mali recognized she really didn't have much legitimate justification for demanding all this information, but again, at this point she kind of stopped giving a damn. Being a continual passive agent only seemed to get her injuries and front row tickets to murders. Anytime in Justice she went out and actually did things she had no business doing, they paid off. She wasn't going to sit around with her thumb in her ass and wait for the security agents to clean up the bodies tonight, and if being an actively player meant acting entitled to things she hadn't earned, so be it.

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

Nor

Location: Tower 3F
Interacting with:Corrupt Chimpanzee

That Ape really didn't take kindly to being stabbed. As soon as Nor was able to extract the blade from the beast, it went into a frenzy, hollering, hooting as it came at the dwarf with a taste for revenge. Its eyes burned red with anger and bloodlust and he was pretty sure that it was starting to foam at the mouth. The Fiendish Ape began to swing its giant arms at Nor with increasing frequency and velocity, if at the expense of accuracy, per se.

However, it took Nor's full attention to simply avoid getting pummeled by the wild ape. It was a lot quicker than its size and build would indicate, and by the time he would duck out of the way of a swipe, he'd see the other arm come around to try nailing him at the top of his head, perhaps the worst way and place to get hit while wearing full plate. It was at times like these that Nor really felt the disadvantages of being a dwarf. The damned' ape's limbs were so long that in order for him to be able to try striking, he'd have to cover a considerable distance within the hominid's field of attack before he even had a chance of landing another stab.

However, at one point the ape tried to smash Nor with a two-handed hammerfist-like strike, which seemed to leave it open just long enough for him to finally close the distance. Opportunistic as always, the merc sprang forward to seize the chance, only to find out he had been too hasty. Suddenly, in his limited peripheral, he spotted some movement before getting caught in the side with a rock-like balled up claw.

There was a distinct noise and a sensation of pain, but he couldn't be too sure what was damaged from the blow. Could have been his ribs, could have been some internal damage. Maybe it was something else entirely. But none of that really mattered, because it landing a single shot wasn't enough for the ape. It kept coming at him, seemingly intent on trying to smash him to death. Well, he wasn't going to let it get what it wanted that easily.

It seemed that just trying to dodge the ape's wild swings would never get him anywhere but dead. If he wanted to make it out of this, he'd need to go for riskier options. The ape lunged forward for another barrage of blows, but as it did so, so did Nor. If he had the time to actually think things through, he would have estimated maybe a 50/50 chance of getting hit way harder than if he had simply kept focusing on defense. But as luck would have it, instead it allowed him to slip through the beast's arms and give him the positioning to land another knife between the ribs. Now he'd just need to do a few more of those for the thing to go down. Hopefully.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Atkin Bowman

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Location: Wizard Tower

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They were already riding the timer too close for his liking, but it seemed that the day had yet more annoyances in store before they could even get to the castle to prepare for the Coronation. Not even during the ceremony proper. They hadn't even had the chance to prepare for the damn thing. Were people just going to stop them every single step of the way now? He'd gotten somewhat accustomed to people just coming up and asking for favors from Arya because she was the ExtraOrdinary Wizard, but this was getting ridiculous.

On top of being one more annoyance in a day chock full of annoyances, Atkin really didn't like the way he was looking at Arya. The apprentice wasn't going to say anything, because he seemed to already be familiar with her and the old man, but Atkin decided he'd keep an eye on this guy. Make sure he didn't do anything unsavory.

"Another one?" he asked incredulously. Being stopped from making their way to the tower was aggravating enough, but it being another warning of grave danger drove him up a wall. Just how awful was this day going to get before the midway point? "Do you think this is another warning about the Queste or whatever, or is this about something else entirely? I have no idea what the beskochaki kamentsi is," he asked, turning towards his master, face now firmly embedded within his palm.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Harry Kingsfield

Location: B&B

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"Good to know, I'll try to keep it in mind the next time I get burned." Harry didn't get burned very often, like most people who didn't work around hot materials on a regular basis. So he was almost certain he wouldn't remember, or even if he did, he probably wouldn't be in the context where mustard would be in close reach. Maybe when he got home and he burned himself while ironing or something. Anywhere else, it probably wouldn't help. But maybe it would.

Then came the hard questions. Not hard in that they gave him any difficulty in answering, but they were troublesome question in whether or not he wanted to actually answer them in the first place. Harry thrummed his fingers against the tabletop as he tried to figure out how to reply to the young cook. They weren't exactly direct questions about the case, that he'd already stated that he would refuse to answer, but they were close. And not to mention if he did answer her, it wouldn't be hard for her to start probing into his reasoning for his statements.

All the same, he didn't want to just completely shut everyone off who might want to discuss anything even tangentially possibly related to Riley, especially when they could be an important key to. Too make matters worse, Mrs. Walker strolled back in at that time as well, so he couldn't just potentially keep this between the two of them.

"I have full confidence that Riley is still alive and out there. While I wouldn't be surprised if the two cases are related, I can't assume they're interconnected and neither should you." Harry took a sip of coffee. "For the meantime, try to keep your chin up. I'm sure Riley wouldn't want to worrying yourself sick." Of course, Harry had never met the girl, but from what he could gather of her character, she definitely seemed like the type that would prefer to keep everyone happy. And it didn't really seem like his place to try cheering her up, but he couldn't stop himself. All he could hope is that it would help out.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Mali Anson

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Location: Queensguard
Skills:N/A

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Mali took Wentworth's card; however, lacking her normal pockets or some sort of purse to stash her things in, had to find some place to stick the thing. She could only think of one that would be more or less secure, but she really didn't want to do that surrounded by so many people. However, the distressed yell was enough to draw everyone else's attention away from her. Given this brief window of opportunity, Mali slipped the card into her bra under the dress, making sure it wouldn't easily slip out just moving about.

Hands now free she quickly triangulated from where the disturbance came from. The more paranoid part of her brain told her to stay away, that was where all the danger was. But she was curious. She wanted to see what the hubbub was all about. She needed to see. It was like Danica all over again. So Mali muscled her way through the crowd, allowing Zoie and Relic behind her much easier access if they followed her to find the body of Zatara lying on the ground, blood pooled in her mouth, spilled onto the floor to either side of her.

Mali grimaced in shock and disgust. Oh god, it really was like Danica. Now that she thought about it, she'd been to two parties while living in Justice and both of them had been interrupted by murder, at this rate, she'd never be able to go to another social event again, lest a trail of bodies litter the dance floor.

Cursed social life aside, she tried to figure out what exactly this was supposed to mean, and more importantly, what she was supposed to do in this situation. This was murder, no if ands or buts about it. Likely poison. Note to self: do not drink or eat anything else here. Chances were that she wasn't even close to being a blip on the map of these people, but she wasn't going to chance that.

But whoever did this was likely targeting her specifically, and planned it to happen precisely at this time and place. Zatara's killer was doing this to send a message. A message to whom? Juno? Zoie? Her? Mali had no clue. Perhaps if she were some sort of train professional who could perform an autopsy on the former Justice right now, she'd be able to figure more out, but alas. She was just a girl who had to rely on speculation to make her way through these situations.

"Should we be making our exit," Mali whispered to Zoie, "Or do you want for us to wait for the police to show up?" Last time the cops and media had been a giant hassle to deal with, and personally, she wasn't looking forward to doing it again. Relic's presence also probably made hanging around law enforcement something of a risk. But trying to leave now could also cause issues she couldn't think through at the moment. So she'd ask her more experienced partner for advice. If for whatever reason Zoie didn't seem capable or willing to take charge, then she'd step in for better or worse.

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

Cyne

Location: Tower 3F
Interacting with:FC

Confident that her crocodile companion had ceased breathing and did not rise as an undead in her grasp, (although knowing how tricky the necromancer could be, she wouldn't be surprised if his goal was to reanimate the slain summons as yet more pawns. She'd still be incredibly angry, but not surprised.) Cyne rose up and shook some of the excess viscera off of her before turning around to see what had happened while she was preoccupied. Holy shit, when did they get surrounded? She'd been dealing with the Fiendish Crocodile for like half a minute at most by her estimation. Was it actually that much longer than she'd anticipated. Regardless, two of the members in particular weren't in very good shape. Satilla seemed to be doing what she could for Sana, but Thomas was right fucked at the moment.

She galloped forward and tried to do what she was doing best: killing things with her massive bear strength. The fiendish Weasel was coiled around the mage, with its fangs sunk deep in the lad's thigh. That just wouldn't do. She took a swipe, partially trying to kill it, but more to knock the damned thing off, but it caught whiff of her intentions (and likely the numerous other creatures' innards she was plastered snout to tail in) before she could strike and slipped away before it could get whacked.

With a growl, the bear swung again, but the weasel slithered out of the danger zone once more. Lucky pest. Cyne was fairly certain it wouldn't be able to take a direct hit, but it had the advantage of being very slippery in addition to its proximity to Thomas. If she was too careless, she could easily nail the person she was trying to help, and from the look of things, he wouldn't be able to stand such an attack either. All she could do was hope that perhaps her attack would be distraction enough for Thomas to be able to free himself and move somewhere less vulnerable.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Giosue Zino

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Location: The Large Oak Tree -> Dining Room
Skills: N/A

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Gio didn't really have time to get all dressed up, what with being busy digging up the grave for Peter. So he had to spend the ceremony covered in dirt, slightly disheveled, sweaty and somewhat disgruntled by the fact that he hadn't the chance to make himself as presentable as he'd like. Oh sure, technically he could just step through a portal to some other time and place and get ready there before popping back in when it'd be most convenient, but that would be a gross misuse of his abilities as The Watch.

At the dinner table, despite the grand meal laid out before them, the Emendator didn't eat much. Sitting atop his plate was a single bread roll, with a blob of butter sat conveniently spaced to the side. Previously, he had eaten some greens, but not much more than that. Every once in awhile he would take the roll, tear off a small chunk, then with a butterknife cut off a small piece of the fat before applying it directly onto the bread piece and popping it into his mouth.

"There's more than simply combat and anachronisms as well," Gio spoke up after Gil mentioned his role as the Master of Combat. "You all will be sent on missions to all different times and places, and you'll all need to know how to be invisible. Not in the literal sense of course, but socially. The last thing you want to do is draw attention to yourselves; you never know who or what is watching you. Do the wrong thing at the wrong time and you could put the entire mission or worse: the lives of you, your teammates, and potentially entire timelines in jeopardy. So in the pursuit of becoming invisible, no matter the when or where, you'll need to learn how to act, when to act, and most importantly, when to stay put and remain silent. If you know how to make proper decisions and see them through with deliberation, you'll find your lives much easier. It wouldn't hurt to brush up on your punctuality as well."

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Giosue Zino

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Location: The Large Oak Tree
Skills: N/A

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Gio walked with purpose towards the large oak tree. If Nancy and George jogged or ran, they'd be able to catch up with him, otherwise he'd probably get to his destination well beforehand. When he arrived, he would inspect it with some degree of satisfaction with the selection. Yes, this would do nicely.

It was a no-brainer that if he had to choose somewhere to rest eternally somewhere on this property, that he would almost certainly pick under this tree. He basically spent all his time there anyways. But for practical reasons, he still needed to be a bit choosy on the exact location they'd start digging. This close to the water, there was a risk that if they did this poorly, the thing could potentially come undone and then they'd have to fetch the cadaver and make a new grave for him. A most unwelcome outcome.

So Gio circled the tree, testing the soil here and there with his shovel to see how easily it gave, how hard it compacted and how intrusive the plant's roots appeared to be. Eventually he found a place that seemed like it wouldn't be too difficult to excavate, but not in any immediate danger of falling victim to the whims of the elements or overly careless Paradoxes.

Now all he needed to do before they could start the actual labor of digging out the ground was measure and mark out the perimeter of the area. Having that done just made things a lot easier. They needn't worry about making the hole too small and having the widen the thing or going too large, wasting time and energy shoveling dirt that could have stayed put. Continually piercing the ground with the tip of his shovel, Gio roughly marked out a rectangle that was roughly a meter wide by 2 meters long. It was a bit uneven and his lines could have been straighter, but he didn't have the meterstick on hand to put things as uniform as he would have liked. For their purposes it would be good enough, and leave enough leeway for Peter to have a bit of elbow room down there.