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Percival/Indigo Pelacour

Music wasn’t the only thing that bled into the empty streets from the bistro. There was the faint echoes of an argument from within, along with the occasional odd whistle and yelp of laughter. It wouldn’t be overly surprising to someone who had known the twins for long enough- the closeness they shared went hand in hand with the same petty squabbles as any other set of siblings- but all sound went to a complete halt as soon as the cheerful tinkling of the door’s sudden opening.

“Sign says ‘closed’ for a reason, love,” Indigo called over her shoulder. Upon fully turning to see who had wandered into the shop, however, she visibly brightened and- quite literally- sprang out from her seat, sending the chair tottering before she caught it offhandedly. “Well, look who it is!”

Percival took little time in jumping after his sister from the boot, vaulting over the table with the ease of an acrobat and leaving the violin abandoned on the table. “If it isn’t the Hatter!” He chirped. “Good seein’ you again, pal. Had almost forgotten about our unbirthdays, you know. Slipped the old noggin.” He knocked a fist against his own forehead, leaning against the wall with a certain laziness. Indigo, who had matched the pose perfectly against the opposing pillar, had grinned warmly at the Hat before looking elsewhere.

Namely, upon the woman standing beside him.

It seemed like the dry spell of Alices was at an end. It wasn’t a surprise that more had arrived- in fact, what had been surprising was just how long they had taken in showing up this time around. Indigo gave the woman an idle once-over, drew a penny from her coat pocket, and corked it in between her teeth.

“Who’s the dame?” She asked.

“Ten bucks says it’s another Alice,” Percival drawled. Indigo rolled her eyes, to which he gave a wry smile and settled more comfortably against the wall.

“Course she’s an Alice. She’s not, I’ll eat my boot.” She clicked one of her shoes against the floor for emphasis. “Was just looking for the name of our guest, is all.”

“So if she is, you pay me ten bucks. She isn’t, you eat your shoe. Seems fair.”

“Oi, I didn’t sign up for no bet. ‘Specially since it’s not something even worth a bet.”

“Too late. It’s the rules and whatnot.”

“How about you take those rules, and go ahead and shove them up your-” Indigo abruptly cut herself off, muttering. “Company, company.” Pushing herself off from the pillar, Indigo strolled over, extending a hand towards the stranger. “Indigo. Tweedle Dee. At your service.”

Percival brushed off his coat, then sauntered over to join the little gathering, thrusting his own arm out with a grin. “Percival. Tweedle D. At your service.”

The both of them spoke rapidly, as if they were saying whatever they had to say on one breath. It could have been quite impressive, really, if not for the fact that it made them damnably hard to understand at some points.

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The Runes (In Need of Players!)

“I wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t told me.” One could only begin to imagine just how much steel had gone into the crafting of the weapon, even without knowing that the sword had been a dagger in its past life. Dawn’s attention lingered on it a moment longer, but was swiftly redirected upon Amity’s response to her question.

Pain. You didn’t need any more details than that to know that whatever had happened had carved deep. Dawn’s eyes softened, and she followed Amity’s gaze over to the dummy for a moment. “I, ah. I understand. I’m sorry to hear that.” It was an unfortunate truth in a world of giants and wargs that losses happened. Often. Of course, that hardly lightened the blow.

Thankfully, the topic didn’t linger, trundling instead along on to the subject of weapons. Dawn let out a quick burst of air from her nose, the corner of her lip perking upwards in spite of herself, before giving Makorai a quick nod. “Much appreciated. I’m sure both of us will do our best to make sure you don’t get eaten by an Eater anytime soon.” She paused, then added, “And that’s a, ah, a good suggestion, but I think it might be a bit too much of a mouthful.”

She slung her purse further down her arm, unzipped it, and drew a gleaming pistol from its gullet. “It’s not much,” Dawn admitted, “but I like to think I’m a good shot with it, at least.” Back into the folds the gun went, back up went the purse. “And, ah, there’s my Rune of course, but it’s not a directly offensive one.”

Compared to her teammates, Dawn felt...somewhat unprepared, actually. Amity and Makorai both seemed to be well-experienced in fighting off their fair share of World Eaters. She had dealt with a few of the smaller ones in her line from work from time to time, and, once, outside of it, but nothing on the scale that her team had. It was good that they were going to be training to deal with some of the stronger ones before actually being sent out onto the field...

...Or not, it seemed.

It was terrible, terrible luck, but there was no choice of not going. She gave Makorai a brisk nod before following the others to the truck. She took whatever seat was available, jaw set, hand running alongside the cool metal within her purse.

It was a trial by fire. Hundreds, if not thousands, of lives were at stake.

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Madison had rushed to the truck almost as soon as the announcement had hit his ears, leaving a scattering of papers and folders and half-filled ink cartridges in his wake. The odds of a breach while all their teams were out, and the only ones left were the mostly-rookie runes, had been poor at best. But it was happening, and the overhead alarm was screaming, and he met Clifton’s long glance with a worried one of his own. They weren’t ready. Some of them were, but certainly not all of them.

Mitch’s voice in his ear gave little in the ways of reassurance.

“I-” Madison made a strained sound in the back of his throat. “Are you sure? We can’t-” He looked over his shoulder at the passengers for a moment, then back to the road, brow furrowed deeply. They had to go. They had to go, to help those affected by the breach before the Jotun did enough damage to put even more lives at risk, but some of the newcomers had little to no prior combat experience. They had their powers, yes, but they hadn’t yet been taught how to work as a team, let alone fight as one.

He frowned to himself, but nonetheless waited for all the Runes to board and close the door before pulling out of the driveway and pushing the truck further towards its destination.

“Good luck, everyone.” Madison said. “And please, stay safe out there.”

Fallen London: Of Whimsy and Eldritch Horror

@Kazemitsu Ahhh, okay. Unfortunately, the only dragon within Fallen London lore is a god, and not directly involved in the story due to being dead, among other things. Sorry!

Fallen London: Of Whimsy and Eldritch Horrors (Always Open!)

@Bishop Nah, candle actions won't be a thing in this roleplay. c:

Fallen London: Of Whimsy and Eldritch Horrors (Always Open!)

@Magister Approved!

Fallen London: Of Whimsy and Eldritch Horror

@Kazemitsu Oh? What character did you have in mind?

Fallen London: Of Whimsy and Eldritch Horror

@Kazemitsu You could theoretically play as a Tomb Colonist, if you'd like. They're Londoners who have been killed so many times, or have been killed in such a gruesome way that they're no longer considered welcome in polite society. Other races would be a bit trickier to play, as a lot of them are mysterious and generally quite eldritch in nature. c:

Fallen London: Of Whimsy and Eldritch Horrors (Always Open!)

@VitoftheVoid Approved!

Fallen London: Of Whimsy and Eldritch Horrors (Always Open!)

@Joker892 Approved!

Fallen London: Of Whimsy and Eldritch Horrors (Always Open!)

@Rig I've been waiting to see if a few more people would join/for some people to finish sending in their characters, but I'll probably try posting either later today or tomorrow. I'll be stuck in classes for most of today before going to see It, so I might be a bit busy, but I'll try my best. c: