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”Mr. Dawson, why don't you have a seat?” He said, gesturing to the brown leather chair he had his hand resting on.
The men behind Adel stepped forward. They each placed a firm hand around his upper arms, half-guiding, half-dragging Adel to the seat. If Adel struggled in any way, their plan would have been quickly subduing him with a blow to the cheek - but besides tensing up, the man didn’t fight.
They shoved Adel into the seat, twisting it so it faced the mirror. Vincent still had that smirk on his face as he picked up a bowl of shaving cream and an applicator brush on the counter.
Slowly, methodically, Vincent applied shaving cream to Adel's face while speaking.
”Now, my men tell me that you and your spies have decided to make it your home in White Pine. Not that I care too much about that.”
He set down the bowl, picking out a barber's blade instead. He opened it, the fresh gleam of a clean, sharp blade within.
“What I really care about, though, is who set you up to do this.”
The blade pressed against Adel's neck as Vincent leaned over, staring at the man through the mirror.
”So, what'll it be, Canary? You gonna sing?”
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Nocturnal Memoirs (2024)
"A million times I have done this charade. The moment people figure it out, I get the boot." she thought.
"But don't you want to see the fear in their eyes when they see who you really are...? Don't you want dominion of this place, just like how you were unchallenged in Vaal Kastrix?" said the Voice.
Ciara scoffed, immediately thinking of Gulliver and Valen. "I'd love to wipe the smirk off their faces."
"It starts by building a rumor. A rumor of power. This could be the place to start."
She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes resolutely at the Undermage. "Head Advisor, with all due respect, you have no right to ask me about my intentions. If you want answers..."
She stood from her seat, rising to her full height.
"You'll have to duel me for them."
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Iris Ascendis Roleplay (2023) | TikTok Tribute
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Leonerdo said
Pfft, I don't look like I'm the only one who has.
Eh, true enough. I kinda harbor a false hope, but it's far more entertaining here. The posts never stop.~ =w=
Leonerdo, I thought I recognized you. So you've given up on Obsidian, then? :p
A time before the Procedure? That sounds perfect, let's do it. Who wants the first post?
At least, I thought so. :/
Jazzy hit the nail right on the head. xD
"In either case, we should meet again, Aislin, you have a cell phone? I suggest we meet at the student lounge, lots of students relax there." Shannon said.
Aislin gingerly took the cloth, examining it with an air of fascination. Why, this is her power in action. She has such control over detail, I don't know how she does it. It took her a moment to register the fact that it was more than just cloth and embroidery. "Oh, perfect! Yeah, I have a cell. Here, I'll give you text right now."
She pulled out a well-used android, one crack split across the screen. "I've had this thing for years. Much better than those Apple devices, way too mainstream." After adding in their numbers she sent a simple text: Hey. and waited for the almost instant buzz of cellphones around their table.
After staring at her empty dinner plate for a moment, Aislin scooped up her utensils and placed them parallel to each other across the china. "Well Shannon, Deborah," She said, nodding to each of them. "It's been a pleasure talking with you. I think I'm gonna get a head-start on the Admin building, so I'll see you guys around."
She gave a little wave as she left the table, dropping her plate off with the piles of other dishes before heading out the cafeteria doors. Despite the dying light her Aviators went back on her face, almost to Aislin's relief. Ah, my first interactions here were a success. Whew... Rubbing the burnt feeling of stoner fatigue from her eyes, she made her way to the Admin building, only consulting a map once.
Yawning, she walked up to the receptionist and stated her name. The lady handed her a note and a key, and Aislin leaned up by the wall near the desk, engrossed in her roommate's name. "Alex Beta, eh?" She contemplated what an 'Alex Beta' would be like. 'Alex' was always a silver-sounding word to her, very light and easy to roll off the tongue. 'Beta' as a surname, however, was new to her. It sounded very pro-science. Maybe her family was into that.
Ears are always more sensitive to names, especially your own. So it was no wonder Aislin snapped out of her daydream to hear a conversation taking place near her.
“Ass...lin...Asslin? Aislin...Rose."
"Ass Lynn? Well, at least half the name's pretty. Maybe they just call her that 'cause she's got curves, who knows."
Aislin bared her teeth in a wolfish grin, snickering. In her peripheral vision she saw the two ladies debating her name. One had dark hair, single strand of purple, real casual clothes and the most lethal stare Aislin had ever seen. She would have been far more intimidating had she not been accompanied by a tall blonde that seemed to glow. Not the kind of aura glow that Aislin was used to picking out from people. She could see the blonde's energy without even trying, and the more she stared the more intense it became. Shit, I think I just saw sparks.
Curiosity begged her to meet them. She took off her shades as she approached the duo, almost using the motion as a springboard into conversation. Seeing someone's eyes was like looking into their soul, and she was down to being open. Especially since one of these ladies was going to be her roommate. "Well, I'd like to think I have curves. Nothing the boys here would be interested in, though." She joked, comically pulling at a bit of skin above her hips.
"I'm Aislin Rose. The first 'I' is silent." She winked. "This whole roommates thing is new to me as well. Either one of you wouldn't happen to be Alex, would you?"
Aislin gingerly took the cloth, examining it with an air of fascination. Why, this is her power in action. She has such control over detail, I don't know how she does it. It took her a moment to register the fact that it was more than just cloth and embroidery. "Oh, perfect! Yeah, I have a cell. Here, I'll give you text right now."
She pulled out a well-used android, one crack split across the screen. "I've had this thing for years. Much better than those Apple devices, way too mainstream." After adding in their numbers she sent a simple text: Hey. and waited for the almost instant buzz of cellphones around their table.
After staring at her empty dinner plate for a moment, Aislin scooped up her utensils and placed them parallel to each other across the china. "Well Shannon, Deborah," She said, nodding to each of them. "It's been a pleasure talking with you. I think I'm gonna get a head-start on the Admin building, so I'll see you guys around."
She gave a little wave as she left the table, dropping her plate off with the piles of other dishes before heading out the cafeteria doors. Despite the dying light her Aviators went back on her face, almost to Aislin's relief. Ah, my first interactions here were a success. Whew... Rubbing the burnt feeling of stoner fatigue from her eyes, she made her way to the Admin building, only consulting a map once.
Yawning, she walked up to the receptionist and stated her name. The lady handed her a note and a key, and Aislin leaned up by the wall near the desk, engrossed in her roommate's name. "Alex Beta, eh?" She contemplated what an 'Alex Beta' would be like. 'Alex' was always a silver-sounding word to her, very light and easy to roll off the tongue. 'Beta' as a surname, however, was new to her. It sounded very pro-science. Maybe her family was into that.
Ears are always more sensitive to names, especially your own. So it was no wonder Aislin snapped out of her daydream to hear a conversation taking place near her.
“Ass...lin...Asslin? Aislin...Rose."
"Ass Lynn? Well, at least half the name's pretty. Maybe they just call her that 'cause she's got curves, who knows."
Aislin bared her teeth in a wolfish grin, snickering. In her peripheral vision she saw the two ladies debating her name. One had dark hair, single strand of purple, real casual clothes and the most lethal stare Aislin had ever seen. She would have been far more intimidating had she not been accompanied by a tall blonde that seemed to glow. Not the kind of aura glow that Aislin was used to picking out from people. She could see the blonde's energy without even trying, and the more she stared the more intense it became. Shit, I think I just saw sparks.
Curiosity begged her to meet them. She took off her shades as she approached the duo, almost using the motion as a springboard into conversation. Seeing someone's eyes was like looking into their soul, and she was down to being open. Especially since one of these ladies was going to be her roommate. "Well, I'd like to think I have curves. Nothing the boys here would be interested in, though." She joked, comically pulling at a bit of skin above her hips.
"I'm Aislin Rose. The first 'I' is silent." She winked. "This whole roommates thing is new to me as well. Either one of you wouldn't happen to be Alex, would you?"
OMG, hi new people. XD
Jeez, I leave for a couple days and there's a whole new cast to aquaint with. ;)
Jeez, I leave for a couple days and there's a whole new cast to aquaint with. ;)
I think we've given Dmytra and the RP lots of time, interest is gonna fade if we don't at least try starting this. Maybe we can meet and talk over the cafeteria breakfast before Orientation, get some dialogue going. :p
Halfway through Deborah's advice Aislin got hit in the face with the best mental image ever. Deborah in badass dreads and a doobie in her hand, speaking with a stonerly accent: You should lay off the drugs, maaaann.
Shh, this is suppose to be like, a serious moment. Aislin play-scolded herself, hiding her bubbling laughter behind a cough. She waited until she thought she could contain her silliness, then met her advisor's gaze. "Shit, you know, you're probably right. I won't use it during class hours."
She smiled at Shannon's comment. "Move on, indeed. If only I'd known about the Academy sooner, I'd have loved growing up in such a diverse, and so far quite inviting, environment. Plus they have no such thing as winter here, right?"
"How about you make it look like their utensils are attacking them? That'd be one surprise." Deborah said.
Aislin tilted her head to the side, thinking about it. Something clicked, and the mischievous look was back in her eyes. "Yes, yes! That would work perfectly. We can make that work, give them a 'lil scare too."
As Shannon revealed her own ability, Aislin couldn't help but romanticize it with visions of dancing cloth, twirling ribbons and flowing dresses making themselves. It almost reminded her of Cinderella, just no mice holding buttons the size of their head. "That's perfect for a fashionista like you, I'd love to see you make something one of these days. Mm, I can't think of any ideas either, but I know cloth manipulation would work awesomely if we had more time to plan."
Aislin watched the targeted table a little longer, feeling a twist in her gut. "Mm, after a second look, I don't know if these kids are in the mood for a prank. It looks like there's some tension over there. Plus quite a few have up and gone. But hey," She grinned again, glancing excitedly at Shannon and Deborah. "Now that I know you guys are interested, we can pull something extraordinary later this year with a mix of badass abilities. I think it'd be super fun, especially with your expertise."
She poked at the last remaining bits of lettuce and tomato on her plate, inwardly congratulating herself on getting her veggie on. Healthy food was her preference, but with the munchies it was easy to fill up on a bowl of candy. Bowl of anything, really. With her hunger no longer in the way she briefly considered her future. The idea of roommates played at the back of her mind, filling her with a slight nag to go to the Administration building soon. There's no rush, 'Curiosity'. Aislin rolled her eyes at herself.
"So," Aislin furrowed her brows. "I'm puzzled. Are return students already set-up? Like, you guys know who you'll be sharing your dorm with and everything?"
Shh, this is suppose to be like, a serious moment. Aislin play-scolded herself, hiding her bubbling laughter behind a cough. She waited until she thought she could contain her silliness, then met her advisor's gaze. "Shit, you know, you're probably right. I won't use it during class hours."
She smiled at Shannon's comment. "Move on, indeed. If only I'd known about the Academy sooner, I'd have loved growing up in such a diverse, and so far quite inviting, environment. Plus they have no such thing as winter here, right?"
"How about you make it look like their utensils are attacking them? That'd be one surprise." Deborah said.
Aislin tilted her head to the side, thinking about it. Something clicked, and the mischievous look was back in her eyes. "Yes, yes! That would work perfectly. We can make that work, give them a 'lil scare too."
As Shannon revealed her own ability, Aislin couldn't help but romanticize it with visions of dancing cloth, twirling ribbons and flowing dresses making themselves. It almost reminded her of Cinderella, just no mice holding buttons the size of their head. "That's perfect for a fashionista like you, I'd love to see you make something one of these days. Mm, I can't think of any ideas either, but I know cloth manipulation would work awesomely if we had more time to plan."
Aislin watched the targeted table a little longer, feeling a twist in her gut. "Mm, after a second look, I don't know if these kids are in the mood for a prank. It looks like there's some tension over there. Plus quite a few have up and gone. But hey," She grinned again, glancing excitedly at Shannon and Deborah. "Now that I know you guys are interested, we can pull something extraordinary later this year with a mix of badass abilities. I think it'd be super fun, especially with your expertise."
She poked at the last remaining bits of lettuce and tomato on her plate, inwardly congratulating herself on getting her veggie on. Healthy food was her preference, but with the munchies it was easy to fill up on a bowl of candy. Bowl of anything, really. With her hunger no longer in the way she briefly considered her future. The idea of roommates played at the back of her mind, filling her with a slight nag to go to the Administration building soon. There's no rush, 'Curiosity'. Aislin rolled her eyes at herself.
"So," Aislin furrowed her brows. "I'm puzzled. Are return students already set-up? Like, you guys know who you'll be sharing your dorm with and everything?"
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