@Mixtape Ghost N Well shit.
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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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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?”
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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
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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@estylwen
Pros: Liz gets attacked by a hottie
Cons: Liz gets attacked, and he thinks that her hair is fake
One question!
Is that a bolt to kill?
It's not fake? :OOO
Due to her emotional-field, it can't outright kill her. But it'll bring her close. :> She probably won't be able to take a second hit.
Irradiant let me know they have plans for a collab, and Otter is a bit busy. Psykers is available. Still waiting on word from Click, Donut, and Izurich, though. :>
Elysium Island, Front Area of the Mansion
Interactions: Liz (@Skai), Blake (@Mixtape Ghost N)
The quiet was shattered by the sound of heavy gunfire. Followed by footsteps.
Alexander reacted first, teeth biting down on his cigarette. ”Hit the deck!”
Immediately, the House of Cards and Zhu gathered at the front dropped to their stomachs, including the ones manning the machine guns. Just in time. The mansion's front door shattered open as two massive, heavy-set giants stepped out, one hefting their machine gun.
“So much for the back-up plan.” Alexander thought.
As bullets tore up their machine guns, Zi acted fast, summoning will-o-wisp ghosts, about ten of them, to face the giants. Immediately, balls of fire were slung at the one giant's hand that wielded the gun, then at his temple, stomach, and legs. The second giant responsible for opening the door was also bombarded with a few rounds of fireballs, aimed for his head, neck, and chest.
While the giants were bombarded, Zi opened portals on either side of the door, about twenty paces away. He raised a hand high from where he knelt, gesturing to the men around him.
“Get to the portal!”
In a matter of seconds, House of Cards men rushed into the portals, evacuating to the rooftop to where Jin was. Zi, too, fell back to the rooftop, but not before summoning another ten will-o-wisp ghosts to start bombarding the Undead beginning to shambles out from the door. Fireballs began raining down on the Undead, aiming for the head and neck areas with enough magical power to incinerate.
Alexander was the only one not to retreat. From where he knelt, he surveyed the damage. Two machine guns toast, and the third likely out of commission with the amount of incendiary damage it took.
He quickly pressed the comms in his ear. “Ma, we got company. It originated inside, some kind of summoner. I'mma find ‘em.”
”Sycamore?” Came Valencia's cool voice over the comms.”Nah, nothing Luna woulda reported. The men are safe, but the guns are out.”
”Take the summoner out, Alexander. I don't care who they are.”Seeing the Undead shamble, Alexander could only smirk. They were slow, and he was fast. And in a burst of speed, Alexander shot forward, the black electrical trail shimmering being the only hint of where he'd gone. Zipping through the crowd of Undead in an instant, he found himself inside the main lobby. He searched rooms, the base of the stars, joining hallways, until eventually, he came around a wall. And he found her, a small little thing with two-tone dyed hair, trying to hide.
Alexander bit down on his cigarette, smirking as he raised a hand.
“Gotcha.”
And he unleashed a black bolt of electrical energy directly at her.
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Meanwhile, Valencia lowered a hand from her comms, turning towards Blake.
“We have guests. Whatever protocols you have for intruders, I'd suggest you employ them now.”
We've decided to move on to Angel, @WhiteAngel25, it's now your turn! :)
Elysium Island
Interactions: Jack (@Blizz), Artifact Group
Aislin and Layla stepped through a separate portal, with Alizée following shortly after. All three were hard to recognize; Aislin had lent out masks to Layla and Alizée, and all three looked like they were prepared for a riot.
Alizée was hidden under a long maroon cloak, wolf mask baring its teeth over her face. Layla had wrapped a scarf around her head, cat mask with flecks of color peeking out from the dark fabric. Her dress was switched out for sweatpants and a sweater. Aislin had saved the kitsune mask for herself, hand painted in gold leaf, of course. She had a backpack on her, and a long gray shawl and yoga pants.
Aislin flashed Ruby the peace sign, before tugging on Jack's cloak, trying to lead him in the southern direction. “Enough with the speeches, let's get this show on the road!”
Aislin's enthusiasm was, as it were, contagious.
Layla winced apologetically behind her mask. Regardless, The Three Sisters of the Artifact Group were geared up and raring to go.
Don't mind Ciara talking to herself. xD
Wingram Clinic
@Nanaya
The potion was lifted to Ciara's lips. She spluttered a bit, but drank it in full. In her delusion, she swore Otis asked her a question, and as she cleared her throat, she spoke, “Yes, if you start absorbing from the roots of the plant, it will eradicate faster.”
She was set back down on the bed, feeling satisfied she had answered Otis’ question. She saw Otis move from one side of the curtain to drop his coat, before crossing past the other side of the curtain, where she could only hear the sounds of healing going on.
Her eyes lazily stared at the curtain blocking her view, feeling the potion mix with the euphoria in her belly. Heat washed across her cheeks and chest, healing the cuts she had incurred due to rebound.
There was a gargoyle she spied across the room, but as she stared, black dots started to form in front of her vision. Before they congealed into one, two, three shadows. Manifestations from the Voices in her mind. Little did Ciara realize she was now in the full throws of delirium, subject to her own hallucinations. No one would be able to see what she saw, or hear the whole conversation. But Ciara would answer in a muffled voice, easy enough to pick up if anyone poked their head in past the curtain to see her.
The Voices hovered over her head, looking over her. One spoke, agitated. “It's the orphanages all over again.”
Ciara blinked, and remembered strikingly the scent of fire and smoke, of melted snow, the feel of ice under her feet, as she ran from a mob outside the orphanage.
“It's not like that.” She protested.
Another Voice spoke, their voice high and whispery. “Your friends will get you killed.”
“They believe in me.”
The last Voice, child-like. “You will die. We will live, but woe to you.”
Ciara tried to think past the euphoria in her mind, but the conversation was already slipping from her mind. “I believe they will let me live.”
The Voices carried on. “Remember when we tasted the light? It felt good. You enjoyed it.”
Ciara blinked. “Of course, why wouldn't I?”
“There's no way they'll let you live.”
“Say a prayer, say a prayer.”
Ciara felt another wave of euphoria shudder through her. Why did she need to pray? Wasn't she safe? Otis was looking after her. Iraleth didn't kill her. Chunji was on her side.
“I'm going to be fine.”
“There is no safety for the darkness. I bet that Umbralist is already dead.”
Ciara's head spiraled again. Umbralist… Yes, the one in the church. She wasn't sure why it was in a church, but she admired the darkness that poured off him, the inky substance of his aura, flickering…
Wait, there was no way.
“They wouldn't kill him.”
The Voices were quiet for a moment, or maybe they spoke. Ciara couldn't quite hear them over the euphoria. She could only stare up as the shadows staring down at her seemed to twist, buckle, and turn. It was pleasant to look at.
A Voice said something. But it was like listening to someone speak under water.
It repeated itself. “Darkness has to fight in this kill-or-be-killed world. Why aren't you fighting?”
“They're not going to hurt me…”
“They'll beat the truth out of you, and execute you in the most horrible manner.”
“N-no… You're wrong. The dark one wouldn't do that.”
“HE WOULD.”
No, she couldn't believe it. Otis wouldn't let that happen. The euphoria made it hard to think, and already, she was losing the logic to make Otis look like a bad guy. He had saved her hadn't he?
Ciara stared up at the ceiling, feeling the tingles and numbness float over and through her skin and bones. Somehow, lead weights were attached to each limb. She couldn't move them. Couldn't will them to move.
Flashes of the orphanage flared up in her mind. Flashes of eating plant essence. Flashes of the light; Iraleth, how she tasted. Of Chunji, Otis, mottled darkness.
It was impossible to feel fear with all this euphoria, but still, a delusional awareness settled over her. Ciara spoke not to the shadows, but to something else. Her mutterings low and slurred.
“They may kill me… They may end me, and I would have never got to meet you. Never got to learn from you, understand you.
“Please… Don't let them take me away…”
Bit of a quiet week, eh? xD
I'll have a post up tomorrow!
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