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1 yr ago
Current With a heavy heart, I set sail.
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1 yr ago
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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1 yr ago
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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1 yr ago
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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1 yr ago
Mica, my pet snail, passed away today. :(
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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?”


~*~
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."


~*~
Iris Ascendis Roleplay (2023) | TikTok Tribute




We have a RPer Appreciation thread?
This is beautiful, I'll bookmark it. (2016)
Another kind comment. (2024)
This is what makes it worth it. (2024)
I'm grateful for the ride. (2024)








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@ERode Clever, very clever. I'm all for it. We can collab them getting taken once asleep, or we can have that happen off-screen.

Regardless, I'll send over a collab sheet for the talk with Willowsteel.
@Estylwen Oh I'm rapt with anticipation as to where this is going. We'll hit the collab board again to talk about it more once the meeting's done!


Yeses, me too! That sounds good to me!













The House on the Hill

Interactions: Leon (@AtomicEmperor), Sully (@Atrophy), Nora (@Shin Ghost Note)




"-The whole point, really was you having rowdy uncontrolled spirits! You're learning, we're trying to improve your control, right!?”
Leon


Layla sweated a bit, a sheepish smile on her face. She had terribly wanted to skip the work and get straight to practicing with Void. But, she had to play by the Temple's rules this time. They knew what they were doing, specializing in apparitions and all.

So a new Charge? Layla made a face, staring at Leon. She had always had apparitions following her around. Now it would be the other way around: she would be the one seeking out an apparition. But who could she ask?

She felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Luna, leaning across the counter to shake her a little.

“Talk to me after this, I can help you with that.” Luna said with a wink.

Aislin immediately flattened her gaze at Luna. “I dislike everything you just said, girl. What if Layla doesn't like your brand of demon?”

Luna gave a shrug. “Can't be worse than the violent bloodsuckers she's dealing with now.”

Layla just gave a grateful smile. Yes, anything was better than Mr. Riil and his sisters. Well, sister. Having their numbers reduced by one had made her days just that much better. And she was happy to see it reduce to zero. She was happy to switch them out for something she could maybe tackle better.

Which raised the question, just what apparitions did the House of Cards have…?

Layla pursed her lips. It wasn't a question to ask here and now. She felt slightly admonished, staring at Leon as he hushed her. Void was a sensitive topic. Obviously, with how quickly Luna blew a fuse at it, and her mixed feelings towards Jack…

When Sully came out of nowhere, and shot her in the face with water. At least, she thought it was water, until she unintentionally swallowed some, and realized the delicious liquid was healing elixir. Immediately, like a baby chick seeing it's mama, she opened her mouth to take in the full flow of the elixr. With a satisfied sigh, she wiped her mouth, removing bandages and rolling her shoulders. She felt perfect.

“Sully, you're my knight in shining armour. Just give me a heads up next time!” She said, laughing after Leon.

Gesturing to Luna, Layla gave Leon an enthusiastic nod. “Sounds like I'll have a new Charge after this. So, no worries there!”

Aislin playfully rolled her eyes. “Hey, aren't we suppose to be thinking about what Nora's gonna make for us?”

Layla smiled smugly, looking like a prideful child. I've already put in my request. Now it’s your guys turn.”

Aislin puzzled over it for a moment, before she turned to Nora with a smile. “A never-ending metal staff! You can just keep extending it, and extending it. Imagine all the people I'd be able to restrain with easy material like that…”

Luna hummed as she pressed her glass to her lips again, before she spoke, “No gadget for me. Wouldn't feel right. At least, not yet…”
@Estylwen is there any specific categorization or organization you want them in the HoC NPC post?


Thank you for asking. Is it okay if I re-organize the HoC post a little bit? Here is how I would like it to be organized:



Thank you!






New post is up! We will likely be moving to the surgery room in my next post.



VV


D-Class Wing, Cell Hallway

@Wayward




"What is the Abyssal Connection Project? And what makes us 'special' to it?"
D


The guards standing beside the scientist immediately noticed the aggression in D's stance, and the way he spoke. Hands clenched rifles, taking half steps forward. Before the scientist raised a hand, thin lips curved into a smirk.

“Relax, gentleman. The subject is only seeking answers.”

The guards leveled a glare at D through their visors, before stepping back. The scientist just chuckled, before answering D's question with one of his own.

“You sure you want know? We’ve discontinued memory wipes for you and your fellow test mates, so anything you learn now will stay with you… And haunt you for the rest of your days.”

The scientist grinned, before tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Yes, perhaps I'll share a little something with you.”

He leaned in, speaking in a low whisper to D and VV. “Your horrors. Your nightmares. The demons that haunt you… All of this is fuel for the Abyssal Connection Project. And it's my job…” He raised a hand, plucking the air in front of them. “To pull that out of you in as many horrifying ways possible…”

He checked his watch and smiled. Five minutes left until it was time for their surgeries.




Cellmate in Cell 2.4


D-Class Wing, Cell 2.4

@Qia, @Silver Carrot




“We need to know what you remember. Anything could help us get out of here.”
A


The cellmate, still gripping his head, looked on at A.

“Memories? Ah, memories. The ethereal wisp that they- th- they take from us!” He moaned, gripping his head tighter.

“What did you mean by…the darkness? What…did they do to you?”
A


The man grunted, before momentary clarity entered his eyes. His hands fell limp, and he stared at A with wide eyes.

“They harvest it. All the darkness a person has. It makes you… ‘special’ here. To more than one person. To more than one th-th-thing! I only remember slivers… of a Voice… a Voice in the darkness, calling out my name!”

"And, do you know what they did to us?"
Pia


“They did the same to you as they do to us, but you're special. You're back! Back from the dead! They empower the darkness in you, and bring you closer to the hellish darkness where they come from. The monsters. The demons.

“For you is a fate, I fear, is far worse than all of us…”


The man moaned and muttered, shivering as he stood there, trying his best to answer them with the shattered mind he had.

There were five minutes left until it would be time for their surgeries. It would be wise indeed to make their way over to the scientist before time ran out…






The House on the Hill

Interactions: Luca (@FernStone), everyone gathered.




"Yeah, I mean it's great that you all want proof that she's not lying and stuff."
Greyson


Luna felt Greyson wrap an arm around her, and the tension she'd been unconsciously holding onto melted.

Now would the coven finally believe her…?

"I... Have reason to believe they're involved with a lot more than just them."
Greyson


Luna's eyes bugged out, and she spluttered a bit on her drink. A lot more? This was news to her. Mother never said anything about the strippers being associated with anything other than 8th Street.

That was worrying. Just who else were they associated with?

"I'd say someone like Anya is the perfect choice; get into the guy's head, convince him you're the one who can solve his problem?"
Greyson


Luna could feel the conversation drift away from her, and she smiled. It had worked. All the efforts the new Mother had done for her, despite having little care for this Coven… It'd paid off. They weren't chasing her out.

Luna took a sip of her drink, satisfaction written in her face, and continued to listen to the developing conversation.

"If it helps, I vouch for her too. I'm not as good at it as Greyson, but I've seen her mind. She's sincere in wanting back in and doesn't have intentions to fuck us over. If she ever gets any, we'll see it."
Tayla


Her gaze settled on Tayla, setting her drink down on the counter. Huh. Tayla had, in fact, been sincere when she said she would support her, help ease the process of coming back into the coven. A small smile graced her lips, re-affirming to herself that she'd hold up her end of the deal, when the time came.

That was when Sully came in with water guns, and shot Layla directly in the mouth. Luna watched the girl splutter for a moment before holding her mouth open, trying to drink. Already, vitality seemed to etch itself into every feature of the girl, and Luna watched Layla begin to remove her bandages, revealing healed skin underneath.

”8th Street may be actively reporting to him, they could attack us again in the meantime.”
Jack


”What if we can get them to turn against Emily? At least some of them? Would make all of this easier, wouldn't it?”
Adora


Luna considered their words for a moment, before her eyes latched onto Luca. Yes, poor little Luca. She was aware they had a history with 8th Street. Perhaps they could use that.

“Luca, how comfortable would you be inciting the 8th Street to mutiny. You and Adora would be best suited for it, given your… friendships.”
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