Dragoknighte

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Mali Anson

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Location: Club Afterdark
Skills: Driving (Cars)

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Mali rubbed her eyes as she casually walked out behind Zoie and Relic. She could only hope that they wouldn't contribute to any potential road rage by bickering while she was behind the wheel. While it was endearing, even now their back and forths got a bit grating. She knew it had to be possible for them to share the same space while conscious and not constantly be at each other's throats. But did they know it was possible was the real question. When she ended up alone, due to Trisha going off to do other things and Zoie and Relic having run off ahead of her, Mali looked at the little bone sculpture still in her hand and quickly tucked it into her bra. What greeted her was immediate slight discomfort that wouldn't be going away any time soon, but she'd need both hands for this. Sacrifices had to be made.

The two siblings had gotten themselves situated in the car long before Mali entered the car herself. She quickly adjusted all the mirrors, the seat and aimed the Air Conditioning right at her before starting the car. When she grabbed the steering wheel she couldn't help but feel a measure of anxiety. She probably wouldn't be doing anything crazy, but there was still the worrying unknown factor that came with driving a car you weren't familiar with for the first time.

"Alright, I don't know the area by car at all, so I'm going to need directions to your place, alright? And if you could, please do not make too much noise, at least until we get out of the city. Justice drivers are crazy and I don't want to end up getting t-boned because I was distracted." Speaking of eliminating distractions, Mali turned that AC knob all the way up. For the first time since arriving in Justice she had full control of a vehicle's inner climate. The power felt good and the cold air blowing away all the bullshit heat of the city was almost enough to make her forget the bone isohedron jabbing into her nipple. Giving the accelerator a light push, Mali pulled out of the parking spot and turned into the streets of Justice proper.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Giosue Zino

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Location: Ville Au Camp: Room 203->202->200
Skills: The Watch Act III: Time Sense

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The reset would be occurring in less than an hour. If Evelina were out there, then they would already be in the middle of wrapping up the night. But Evelina was having very stern talk in just the next room over. Which meant Nancy and Gilbert were effectively in charge. Which meant Gilbert was effectively in charge. He had full confidence in the man's ability to lead when such activities needed to be done, but he wasn't as poignant about timeliness as himself or Evelina. Furthermore, he had to handle herding the Paradoxes and Nancy through their first loop.

Which meant he had time to pull off another prank. He could set something up for Alicia, but that would probably come off as more mean spirited that intended given the rest of the night's events. Likewise, trying to do something with Evelina was out of the question as well. Her room was occupied and trying to go beyond the confines of the main house wasn't a practical choice given the limited timeframe he was working with. Doubling up on Gilbert wouldn't work very well unless he could throw in enough things so as to cascade into each other like a river of laughs. Which left one target.

With the evident ruin of their joint prank brought to fruition earlier, the current ceasefire between the two of them was null and void. So why not get a head start and throw in a little surprise for her later. He quickly made his way back to his room and picked out a glitter-bomb, a bundle of decorative dust loosely held together by string and plastic. How they managed to make these things in the first place was a mystery, but if too much force was applied (as was easily done, these were not tools to carry around every day), they burst into a cloud of shiny, impossible to clean arts and crafts.

Luckily, the whole time loop kept the entire Camp from eternally being plastered in various colors of glitter. Now armed with a weapon of mass destruction, Gio made his way back to Nancy's room and ever so gently slipped it under her pillow. When she went to lay her head down, POOF. The Watch giggled to himself at the thought of his dear friend's neck and back being plastered in golden sparkles. After this, then he'd try to get to sleep. Promise.

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

Nor

Location: Tower 1F->Freedom
Interacting with:N/A

There was some kind of mess going on behind Nor. Perhaps the most disturbing aspect of it was was that his years of experience both in the military and "private sector" weren't enough to provide him with even an educated guess on what could be occurring behind him. Sure, it was probably organic in some way, but that wasn't nearly enough to go by. A very small part of him wanted to look behind and check out what all the commotion was about. But that wasn't the part of him currently in command of the whole situation.

The hypothalamus had taken charge and it told him to keep running. The exit was right there, and nothing behind him was going to keep the tower from crashing down on his head. At best, it was just a distraction. At worst, it was some new monster that had remained hidden until now. But if that were the case, there were plenty of other, squishier targets for it to go for first. Wrapped up in Dwarven Plate as he was, he was about as safe from attacks to the back as he could be. Once out of the tower, Nor didn't break stride until he had gotten past where Sana and Cyne had been standing. If this tower was going to collapse, he wanted to be sure it wouldn't be on him.

Wait a minute. How did these two lasses get out here so quickly?

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Mali Anson

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Location: Club Afterdark
Skills: Driving (Cars)

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"Maybe you're not smelling it because it went cold while you were passed out." Really, that was the thing he was going to complain about right then? It was like deciding to sleep through the whole day, then say to yourself that you don't need to get up because you can't see the sun outside. Really, it made her really want to jump to the more dramatic measure of picking him up by the ankles and letting him hang upside down until he decided he wanted to wake up, but Zoie jumped the gun.

Mali flinched when from out of her field of vision, suddenly a shoe flew in and nailed Relic in the head. The back of her head was able to tell her that it was Zoie chucking her shoe at her brother, but the forefront was having a minor panic attack at the unexpected object. All she could be thankful of was that Zoie wasn't wearing stilettos, that would have been really dangerous. She'd hate to see the kid have to walk around with an eye patch over a simple spat.

"Yeah, they've been like this the entire time I've seen them together," she replied to Trisha's rhetorical quip, "I'd probably be a bit concerned if I saw them getting along now. Do you have the keys, or are they in the car?" One of the advantages of growing up as a Suburban kid was that you basically had to learn how to drive, even if you didn't want to. Everything was just too far away to rely on walking, and the public transit was a joke. So they'd be free from the tyranny of either of the siblings being at the wheel.

That said, she wasn't sure how well she'd do either. It's not like she was a bad driver, but Justice traffic was well out of the league of anything she'd had to go through back home. Even her occasional jaunts to places like Boston went far better than even the average bus trip she had to sit through here. Not to mention that she still had her temper to deal with, and even though it was more or less under her control under normal circumstances, driving was not normal circumstances. Mali really didn't want to end up blowing up in front of Zoie; it'd be really embarrassing after the fact.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Harry Kingsfield

Location: Halsey's shop

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Harry wasn't sure what to make of that look that Halsey had given him. Did she think that it was a weird question? Well it kind of was, but that wasn't quite a "What did you just ask me" look. Perhaps there was something related to all this that she didn't want to share. Harry made a mental note to keep a lookout for any cues that she might be trying to conceal any pertinent information. They could be verbal, but they'd most likely be a bodily action. A sudden shift away in the gaze, a lowering of the head, closing off of the body, something like that.

"Coffee," he responded to Halsey's invitation to have some sort of beverage during their chat. He'd already had a cup earlier at the B&B, but really that was nothing compared to how much of the stuff he could drink. But she also confused him by referring to him as one of the "young people." He had stopped thinking of himself as that awhile back. He was a bit into his thirties at this point, and he had long since lost touch with what teenagers these days thought was "rad" or "hip." Perhaps in comparison to Ms. Halsey he could be considered "young," but that wasn't a really good metric for age, especially once you started getting advanced in years. Just like how it wasn't a good idea to use yourself as a meter stick for what was short if you were especially tall or especially short.

"How about we begin with the earliest you can go," Harry said as he pulled out his notebook and pen, opening the former to a clean page. He had a feeling he'd have a lot to record. "Like a time period around the colonial era, when Red Lake would have first been founded. Also, don't be afraid to leave in any supernatural rumors or stories. Those as well could potentially be related to the disappearance of Ms. Walker." The private investigator walked over to one of the seats by the coffee table and sat down, crossing his injured leg over the healthy one, pen at the ready to begin scrawling down anything that caught his attention.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

@Morose New skills for Atkin? His culture's the Small Wet Country

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Atkin Bowman

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Location: Palace: Lawn

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As expected, everyone else in the crowd more or less shit their britches when he walked over to the now named dragon and its- rather her rider. Husband. It took a lot of self control not to refer to him as a lizard-shagger when he referred to Thalia as his "wifey" before she transformed into a human shape.

As far as the danger of his actions, of course he knew what he was doing was bloody dangerous. It was obvious in the situation. She was the size of several Ramblings buildings before shrinking down. But the thing about danger is that you shouldn't shirk away from it. Avoid it when you can, sure, but if it landed at your feet, you couldn't afford to pussy foot around with it. Like dealing with an feral dog. If you showed fear you were done for. Maybe that was just the street punk thinking, but he wasn't going to throw away a mindset that'd kept his ass intact just because he was in some green robes now.

As far as the ever present insistence that he mind his Ps and Qs? Fuck em. Today was not the day for him to think about If anyone's feelings were so fragile that a simple greeting bereft of copious amounts of formality were enough to send them in a hissy fit, maybe they deserved far, far worse than an "afternoon."

"Mm, fair enough. Atkin Bowman, ExtraOrdinary Wizard Apprentice at your service," he responded in kind to Richard, taking his hand firmly and shaking it, maintaining eye contact throughout just like his Pa instructed. It was a handshake that established trust. At least he hoped. Everyone else freaking out likely undermined whatever impact his own introduction had. But whatever, it seemed like Valda's bodyguard had them covered as far as finding their -ew- baby. So they were probably just going to get their business done and then go on their merry way somewhere else, which was fine by him.

Looking again, it seemed like everyone had more or less decided to do that as well. All the witches left to get Luna back, or more likely pull each other's hair out because they finally had a proper excuse to do it out in the one. The Young Army was already overextending any authority they might have had. Yeah, this Queenship was already going quite beautifully. Atkin just hoped that Valda would be able to reign everything in before things spiraled too out of hand.

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The woman's body tensed when the rope suddenly bound itself around her, but she didn't seem particularly surprised. Nor did she immediately attempt to escape her prison. Her expression retained its sense of melancholy, if washed over by the more pertinent emotions of urgent need, frustration and regret. If she had anything to say, she certainly was in no mood to share with the witches (and Darke Wizard) that surrounded her. Rhys, however was able to get a bit of a read on her surface thoughts. It came in a few short disjointed flashes, but ultimately came out to something akin to:

Please, just go away! I don't want to have to kill you.

However, when Lilith began to CradleSnatch Luna, she could afford to stay still no longer. With a sudden surge of motion, she twisted and writhed enough to free herself from the confines of the rope. Distracted though two of the Magicians were, she was still outnumbered 3-to-1. So once she had freedom of movement once again, she pulled out a weapon from her person. Perhaps the only nonlethal instrument in the entire room: a club. Short, easily concealable, metallic and sturdy. It wouldn't do very well in a direct fight against someone armed with a proper weapon like a sword or a polearm, but in this small, cramped room it was more or less perfect for what it needed to do. Not to mention it was still perfectly capable of knocking out someone cold and with enough determination and willpower, end a life.

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

Cyne

Location: Outside the Tower
Interacting with:N/A

The swallow standing on the cold dirt had had quite enough of being a small, easily freezable bird with hollow bones, so almost immediately after landing, it grew and morphed until it reverted back to the more familiar half-orc druid everyone had grown accustomed to seeing over the past few days. Concerned, she turned to face the interior of the Tower just in time to see Ash and Sana be crushed under a massive rock.

It always pained her to see animals of any kind get hurt or suffer, let alone killed (well maybe not any kind. Those summoned fiendish beasts they had had to deal with on the upper two floor deserved everything they got, and the residual bear hormones working throughout her brain made her quite proud of her various bloody achievements). So seeing Ash meet such a sudden, gruesome fate was like taking a knife to the heart. The only solace she had was that it was so quick at least he wouldn't have suffered before passing. And as far as good news went, it seemed that at least one person other than Sana (how did she make it down here so quickly?) would be able to make it out. She could only hope that the rest would be able to follow.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Giosue Zino

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Location: Ville Au Camp: Garage->Room 202->203->202
Skills: N/A

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That wasn't the reaction he had expected from Alicia. Normally she would protest her innocence, offer some sort of argument about how her infraction for that particular day was actually justified, or something. But actually going so far as to thank him? Who was this woman, and what had she done to Ms. Gonzalez? Or did Bartholomew's healing have the unintended side effect of reversing the recipient's personality? It would be a bit out there even as far as Paradox abilities went, but he couldn't entirely remove that from the question.

Still, this reaction was almost enough for him to ask Evelina to take it a bit easy on her. He had certainly just laid into her awhile and she seemed to be displaying some remorse over the ordeal. However, she had knowingly broken the rules and gotten herself injured. There was no way Alicia didn't know what she was going to be in for, even if she had managed to leave and return without needing to be picked up by Gio and Bart. No, he'd leave her to her fate; although knowing Evelina, he had the distinct impression that their talk wouldn't actually be further admonishments for her disappearing act.

The "solid" he would do for Alicia is not letting the Dice know about her little accident while in Cairo. At least not immediately. Sneaking off was bad enough, but getting injured while alone was a very precarious position to find one in, and if Evelina knew about it now, the tone of the coming conversation would be made only more unpleasant for Ms. Gonzalez. So that would be his little token of gratitude for the young Paradox.

Gio stifled a yawn as he left the area and made his way back to his room. Today had been busy, busy, busy and it wasn't about to let up any time soon. He just hoped that there wouldn't nearly be so many surprises in the coming days. The camp likely wouldn't be able to handle more tragedy on such short notice. As he stepped into his room, he suddenly stopped. The house was empty. Why not take advantage of this little fact? One quick game of eenie meenie minie moe later, he had a target set out. He didn't want to push his luck, so he'd only set up one little prank for the night.

From his chest of prank items, Gio produced a banana peel, a fake one of course. There was no way he was going to keep a rotting fruit skin in his quarters to attract flies and mold. No, this was man-made, but it was designed to keep the slippery, slidey nature of the original. Now properly armed, he made his way to the room of the fine gentleman, Gilbert. He opened the door just enough so he could drop the synthetic prank item inside. Just far enough in so that the door wouldn't accidentally push it out of the way, but close enough so that he probably wouldn't be able to see it coming in. Once the trap was set, The Watch shut the door and returned to his room.

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

Nor

Location: 1F
Interacting with:N/A

Nor didn't need to be told to hurry up and get out, that'd been what he'd been doing the entire time that the tower had spent in decline. Of course, it was real easy to shout at people that they needed to move when they weren't the ones standing right there in the danger zone. Not everyone was batshit enough to just jump out the third floor of a building and end up fine. Nor did he have the long, gangling legs that the taller races had, yet he was still the farthest ahead to the exit of any of the party members, aside from the wee dire wolf and his dead master.

Scratch that. He was now the farthest ahead of anyone not crazy enough to just hurl themselves out a window and hope for the best. But seeing Ash get crushed under a stone the was a roach would receive a boot was plenty more motivation to move his stubby legs even faster than they were moving already. The trouble was, with stone and debris constantly following his path, he constantly had to shift, dodge and juke around, which slowed his pace considerably than if he was just able to perform a normal, but balls to the wall sprint. Even with all that shit in the way, he was able to make it right in the doorway. Just another set or two and he would be in the clear.