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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?”


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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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@PatientBean Hehehe, sorry Bean. You're welcome to chime in at any point, just passing ideas out. ;> I'm very excited to play out this scene with you; you're welcome to try reading her mind, if you wanna go that route.

Should have a post up tonight!
@Blizz Eeexellent.
@Blizz I see. As a guard though, it may be fair to have a word with him to get a lay of what threats are in the city? Just a word.
@Blizz Okay boss, I was thinking, since Varnan tracks monsters, it's possible Lorenza is somewhat aware of this. Self-preservation and all. With the influx of vampires in the city, however, she is in need of answers. She is shy to approach Varnan directly, given her nature, and will use a third-party, Quill, to see what is causing the influx of vampires and if it's possible to get them to return to the mountains. It's competition for her, after all.

@Blizz Heehee, it's nothing crazy. Would you like me to tell you or surprise you with the next post?
Experimenting with the magic system a bit, let me know how it looks!



Outside Yusei's Domain, The Labyrinth


@Asuras




It was almost poetic.

A globious orb passed by them. Or perhaps they passed by it. But in a fraction of a second, she saw her own reflection beside Cygni and Erina. While one dressed in regal blacks and reds, and while the other dressed in white with faded black, Reina's own ensemble struck the middle ground. Not entirely white, not entirely black. An outfit with a ruffled blouse and slacks with embroidered gold accents, and a cape trailing behind. And her classic fur shawl draped overtop.

One had to present themselves well in a space such as this. And she always dressed well.

The pronounced anxiety tore Reina's eyes away from the orb, and she observed the labyrinth in more detail. Something was surely and truly off. It caused the anxiety to churn into phantom urges to vomit. The winds tore at her cape, drawing her eyes to the shadows lurking across their path.

More than usual. Much more than usual. It either meant the labyrinth was truly disturbed today, or someone or something had brought all these monsters to their location the moment they entered, and let their heat and essence mix with that of the labyrinth.

Regardless, it meant the path forward to Lord Yusei was likely to be fraught with obstacles and all manner of entities.

Reina only allowed a moment's hesitation to appear in her step, a moment's deliberation, before she continued down the street towards the half-collapsed skyscrapers. A plan formed in her mind, and her vibrant eyes once again wandered over the forms of the shadows. One was singled out.

“Traho ad chordas animae;
Amicum ab hoste removere facultatem;
Et pone eam vociferantem, ut succidat umbram;
Cum agit, scit.

(I pull at the string of the soul,
Remove its ability to see friend from foe,
And set it screaming to cut shadow down,
Whilst its action, it doesn't know.)


Reina traced black sigils in the air, her aura condensing with shimmering black, like the void of a black hole. Likewise, an aura appeared around the shadow she had singled out. If her spell was successful, and she had put enough energy into overwhelming its thought and logic processes, the shadow would begin attacking the other shadows. It would cause a large enough distraction that, hopefully, Reina, Cygni and Erina would be able to slip past unharmed and without breaking a sweat.

In her next step, Reina raised her hand, and a black bolt of light shot from her fingertips, arcing high into the air before it shattered like a firework.

Yes, a double-edged sword. This sign would alert any other entities to their location. However, it would also alert the entities under Yusei's command, and would hopefully cause them to come escort their group to the safety of the Spider Lily Halls, and to the safety of being under Lord Yusei's watchful eye.

Reina glanced to Cygni and Erina. ”Stay close to me. You can feel it too, yes? There's something… off. However, as long as we stay the course, we should reach our destination in about twenty minutes. If you have any craft to mask our presence, I would recommend using them now.”

If they had a masked presence, both new entities and Yusei's underlings would have trouble locating them as they moved on from the black bolt. However, it would only be a matter of revealing themselves to those they wished to.

Of course, as she spoke, and as they walked, she kept a weight in her aura around her, manifesting as black steam. Not enough to push down the doors that locked up Cygni and Erina's minds, but enough to feel the mountains and valleys of thought. Mountains being high-peak desires of bloodlust, of wanting to kill her. And valleys being the converse, of having suicidal thoughts, of wanting to kill themselves. It took some concentration and energy, but in her books, a wise move. She could at least keep this up until they reached the safe shores of Yusei's domain.

Smote infinity knew she couldn't trust Cygni. And she would at least get a heads up if Erina was in over her head.

Everyone turns to their local monster hunter in dark times. :>
I got a case for you, @PatientBean!





The Adel Estate, Southside
Mentions: Varnan (@Blizz) Interactions: Quill (@PatientBean)


Ah yes.

The Adel Estate, tucked away in the dark depths of Cloverfield South, surrounded by a cracked and aged field of gravestones. With its boarded up windows, three stories in height, and steepled, spiral tower rooftops. Complete with its own well water and pump connected to a generator, in-home geysers, at least two UPSes, and plethora of Victorian-era candelabras for when the power went out.

The heavy curtains were pulled over boarded up windows, and candlelight gleamed from within a lounge. The sofas were plush and embroidered, studded with rhinestone, and a chandelier above glimmered with little fires. Two occupants sat in the quiet of the lounge, a daughter, and her father.

“The cousins say that's five more times this month. It's becoming a problem. We can't keep letting these mountain savages encroach on our territories.”

Mountain savage. The word father used for the vampires of different strains, living in isolation in the snowy peaks.

The daughter turned to her father, dressed in embroidered silks, gold and gemstones. Her one eye turned up in a soft, reassuring smile, the other eaten by a verdant rose.

Lorenza spoke, her voice soft like a ghost haunting a grave, and melodious like wind chimes in Autumn.

“Father,” She purred, “There's something we haven't tried yet. The Fixer. They've gained some recognition in the years. I'm confident they will be able to look into our… problem.

Her father nodded. “Alright, daughter of mine. Just be safe. The city is changing. I just… worry for you. You know I wouldn't be the same if anything…”

Lorenza softly shook her head.“You've taught me well, father. We can't stay hold up with the dead forever though, I'm afraid.”

Her father gave a slow, reluctant nod. “Then be off with my blessing, my daughter.”


Quill St. Sebastien's Office


As the footsteps of a quite upset Mrs. Gardner left Quill’s office, a new set of high heels clicked on the floor. A figure appeared in the doorway to the office, dressed from head to toe in embroidered black silk garments that covered every inch of her body. Her hands were gloved. Even her blouse had a high collar with its ascot. A heavy, laced black parasol with long, glass tube beads hanging down its edges obscured the woman's head. It was as if the woman was allergic to the sun.

Her voice carried the hint she was softly smiling as she walked into the room. ”Miss Sebastien, it's a pleasure. My name is Lorenza Adel. I have a… problem for you. It involves a lead, a Varnan Ingram…”

She gestured to the purple chairs. ”May I have a seat?”
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