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With a heavy heart, I set sail.
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First time making samosas from scratch; also making fried pakoras, fruit salad, and daal. I can't wait to try it all~
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Okowa, the sister of sushi! I got my chicken, my fish, my mushrooms - I'm gonna drown it all in soy sauce-
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Maybe I'll play Cyberpunk 2077 some more. My brother maxed out my character a year and a half ago. Haven't seen him since. Miss him.
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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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The House on the Hill
Interactions: Ken, Leon (@AtomicEmperor), Adora (@Shin Ghost Note), Jack (@Blizz)
"Inoue-San... Why don't we skip the light work, huh?"
Luna blinked. It took a moment to even try to decipher Ken’s unique tongue. But she wasn’t born with an empty head. She gave a shrug, hands spread out placatively. “Itsu demo senshi, Murakin-San. (Always the warrior, Murakin-San.)”
"If they're open enemies, I think we should lop their metaphorical heads off now, and reclaim what we want before they have any more time to mount a counter."
Luna leaned her hip against the bar, folding her arms across her chest as she considered his words. “...It’s easy to fight, and just annihilate all our problems, isn’t it?”
A flash of grief crossed her face as her gaze met his. “What are you willing to lose to face them? We’ve all lost something already, yes. But there’s more at stake here. Kari was looking for artifacts for them. Which means they already have an armory of weapons of magical destruction just waiting for the excuse to use.”
Then Jack opened his mouth again. Instead of an apology, which would have patched things over rather quickly, he instead justified himself.
”The Void Heart killed people. If you did care enough to do something about it, you would know that, but you only mentioned it because your plan is too good that be true.”
“Hah. Void Heart killing people? Don’t make me laugh. He was a predator, but not a killer. Why, you got proof? Against the time I spent watching Alizee? Yeah. And, making this about me when it’s about Lay-”
”... LUNA!”
Luna’s mouth clamped shut, and she leveled a withering look at Adora… before sighing, and shrugging her shoulders. Her gaze passed over to Layla. Before her lips drew into a flat, concerned line.
Layla was looking directly at Jack, mouth agape, like she had just witnessed her firstborn murdered in front of her eyes. And Jack was holding the knife. Before her little hands balled into fists in her lap, and she sat there, trembling with rage.
The damage had already been done. Again.
"Woah, woah! Fiiiirst off, my client pleads the fifth, whatever the hell we missed. But, if it's what I think it is, I have proof, taken directly from a head privy to the information firsthand. And I'm happy to disclose anything, so long as you guys are gonna give me a fair shot at explaining."
As Greyson strolled into the room, Luna visibly relaxed, gaze glancing between Adora’s request for proof, and Greyson’s excellent timing. Whistling low to herself, she reached for the bottle again, and poured herself another glass of the stiff stuff. She held the glass up, letting the ambient light colour the hues of amber, before she glanced over at Adora.
“Any questions over validity can be verified by Greyson. He’s a real one.” Beyond that, she remained silent. Better to let Greyson do the heavy lifting instead of firing up any more tempers.
Before Adora pressed her completely valid point.
”Now, don't get the idea that I'm riding you; I meant what I said earlier. I just don't think it's the best idea, and we cannot afford to take chances right now with the murders and all the people that want to wring our necks. We need to take a step back and make a plan that's in our control.”
Luna took a small sip of the liquor, before she set the glass down, and sighed. “Then Muraki-San’s idea is our only other option. If the Elite were going to ask you people to decode it, they would have done so already, instead of reaching out to others like the 8th Street. They’re not interested in Sycamore getting their hands on the notes, for whatever reason. But… instead of a full-out war… We could play it smart. Locate them, first of all. Then, have a covert group swipe them. No trace, no foul.
“That’s more in your control, is it not, Adora?”
"Jesus Christ, Layla cher... Look at you... Again? What'd you and Lena talk about before? That you're supposed to head to the chapel, or to the Aberrant Dorm where people can help you! Her Grace is worried sick about you, Love..."
Layla swallowed the red-hot emotions trapped in her throat, avoiding looking at Greyson as Leon approached her. Leon had effectively brought over a figurative jug of water, and doused the flames welling up in her chest. She reached for his hand and gave it a pat, trying to reassure the both of them.
“I’m sorry… I wasn’t thinking. Her Grace… was really worried?”
She could feel emotions welling up behind her eyes. She took a deep breath to steady herself, her lips pursing into a firm line, trying to keep her composure.
Her eyes narrowed as she tried to speak as confidently as possible. “Today it’s gonna be done, Leon. I’m talking with Britney after this, and getting them sealed. That’s why there was… so much commotion.”
"How'd you even get here?"
Aislin waved a hand, wrapping an arm around Layla. “She called me. I drove us both here. Poor thing was about to get it good from those ghosts.”
She sighed, rubbing Layla’s shoulder. “I wish I’d known sooner, I had no idea it was this bad. If it’s not one thing, it’s another with our group. Isn’t it, Layla?”
Layla offered a small smile, eyes glancing at Aislin before returning to Leon’s. Regret flashed in her face. “I uh, I refused Britney once... So I wanted this sealing done by Sycamore, and not the Temple... if that's alright?”
Jack, always the stalwart hero. :>
Sounds good, @Days! Enjoy your holidays, and take your time. I look forward to your post!
AAAAAAAAAAAA post is up. I hope it's okay ^^;;
Added my two new NPC's to my thing too, i don't have pictures for them yet because im tired, lazy and in pain xD
Your post is awesome! And the NPCs look great so far too.
Yup, that's the standard for @Estylwen stories right there. p:
Standard popcorn-inhaling stuff. :>
damn it i was in the middle of an Adora post
Sorry, I was excited-
The House on the Hill
Interactions: Nora, (@Shin Ghost Note), Jack (@Blizz)
Layla perked up as Nora said everything and anything was possible.
“Then… now this is just an idea, but… maybe I could uh, commission a type of cattle prod, something that causes pain for apparitions? Something where I can take measured control on them…?” She said, choosing her words carefully as she spoke.
”I knew Kari well enough that I would not trust her notes with a group of criminals like your “associates.”
Luna looked over at Jack, pressed up against the wall, edgy and cool-looking. Typical of the shadow weaver. She recounted the information she had on him, and a sick pleasure welled in her chest.
Oh, she had a huge bone to pick with him. And he positioned himself in such a way that she could stick him with a needle, and finally clear the air.
She started off easy, allowing a cruel smile to smirk itself across her face, head inclining forward. “Ah. Why don't we just be honest here, Jackie, and say what's really on your mind? You just don't like me, do you?”
She downed the rest of her drink, heavens knew she would need it for this next bit. A quick wipe of her mouth, before she shrugged. “Well. Might as well address the elephant in the room. You can't do better than what I've proposed, and you hate it. What, you think my friends care about Sycamore? News flash, not anymore. But let's not cloud your judgement. I mean, the judgment of a traitor.”
Her cruel smile widened. “What, you thought I'd forget your little stint with Layla?”
Her head turned over to Layla, sitting in the bar stool only a few feet away. “Layla, why don't you tell them where you got those bandages from, hm?”
Layla immediately flushed. “I… I don't want to talk about it.”
Luna slapped the counter. “Oh come on, don't be shy. Really, you might as well scrawl ‘Jackie’ on each cut and bruise.”
Her eyes returned to Jack, a lightness in her voice that made everything she said seem far less demonic than it actually was. “You know she deals with worse than the Void Heart now, yes? I've dealt with them directly, so you can't call me out on my bullshit. Little Voidy was a soul-sucker. But the new breed you unleashed?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Humans. Raw, half-alive, screaming. That's what they eat. With pleasure. That's what you did to her. What you released onto the world.”
Layla looked like she was about to cry. “Luna!”
Luna just snorted through her nose, eyes half lidded as her head rolled to the side like Valencia's would. “Layla, why you look like you ought to be in a hospital bed than here, huh? Tell me, tell us, don't be shy.”
Layla was silent.
Luna's cold smile only widened, her voice sickly sweet. “You were attacked, weren't you?”
More silence.
Luna turned her attention back to Jack, amusement still making her tone light.“And you dare to question the god-send of a solution I've proposed for you. My ‘friends’ get what they want. And if they don't? We take Blake by storm, you and your alliances, and we beat him until he tells us the exact location of those notes.”
The House on the Hill
Interactions: Adora (@Shin Ghost Note), Anya (@FernStone), everyone gathered.
”... Well?! I'm not standing here for my health! You talked real big yesterday, Tsukino. Well, guess what? It's time to back it all up....”
Ah yes, Adora. Luna mildly thought back to the fiasco at the mall, how she got caught bad by Greenwood. And Adora had her fun grillin’ her. Sigh. Luna suppressed a grimace, remembering she’d be seeing Greenwood again tonight.
That was all water under the bridge. Wasn’t it? After all, she was a changed woman now! Greyson’s intervention and all. Oh yes, keeping her nose clean. Proving her usefulness. And useful as hell she would be, if she could help it.
”Yes, Tsukino, do tell us what you know. We don’t have all day.”
Luna’s cool gaze turned to Anya, her face remaining neutral. Yes, yes, Anya. In thick with Sloane, and her own rules of manipulation. Luna wondered how many photos she had of Anya in her little ‘collection’... capturing intimate moments over these days and weeks, like her little ‘date’ with the feds. She wondered what Anya’s reaction would be like if she knew. Ah, yes! Luna gained a wistful look, savouring the imagined fury Anya would unleash at her. Truly, something special.
Before her face grew serious. She moved the glass to the side, pressing her hands on the counter as she leaned forward, addressing the group.
“Does the name Blake Schmidt ring any bells? It probably won’t, for most of you. The bastard runs a group called the Elite.”
Her fingers laced together as she recounted the well-interrogated and well-paid for information her ‘friends’ had gone through the trouble of getting for her to light up, right in this moment.
“Kari was working for them. Had her sniffing out artifacts. After Kari died, disappeared, whatever, he employed 8th Street to ransack her home specifically for those notes.”
She leaned over, picking up her glass again and swirling it slightly, head tilted up. “Those notes… well. They’re in his possession now.”
A drop of fire disturbed the coolness in her eyes, betraying excitement as she continued to speak. “I have a plan on how to aqquire them. Blake’s looking for someone to decode them. I can have my associates reach out, offer to decode them, and bam, the notes will be ours to decipher.”
Fantastic as always!
I'll hopefully have a post up in a day; most of the move has finished but my leg is an asshole and deciding to be pain.
Oops, hope you recover quick. Sounds great, take you time!
@AtomicEmperor Slight property damage on Temple grounds... Layla will help pay for it.
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