FantasyChic

Rise of the Evos

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^{Wednesday, August 18th - New York City, New York}

It was just her luck to get a friendly cab driver who wanted to talk. That was, in part, why she avoided Uber. "Visiting a friend." Satisfied that it would provide the answer he needed, Quinn returned to looking out the window towards Central Park. She couldn't quite remember the last time she visited it. She had been so busy.

With a glance, Quinn caught familiar faces. She placed them instantly in her dream. It seems more were in New York than she realized, though she had no possible way of contacting them short of renting a billboard or asking online. And that would paint a target on her, if there wasn't one already.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Finley Alestair

Location: The Silver Mine

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If Finley was upset about the addition of Miranda to their party, she wasn't too thrilled to have everyone else here too. Still, it seemed they all had figured things out for the most part. And if there was danger, maybe it was best to have people like Abraham go first. After all, he wasn't long for this world, right?

"So it seems like we all solved it and if this is where Riley is then let's go get her. She's probably not in a good condition considering what we found in the house. Standing around talking isn't going to save her." And she was more or less done with this situation. She wanted to solve this and move on. The town itself was becoming an annoyance to her, especially considering it took everyone save the police to find a missing girl.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Debutante Blush

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Central Hall (Just Outside The Starry Saloon)
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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blush waited with antic motions. Her hands all but going every which way. Her feet wished to move, but her body and mind told her to stay. She had to play it calm and collected. If they saw a crack in the facade, she would be broken. Never let them get to you. Wasn't that what she heard before? She had come to adopt it as a life motto.

Soon, the man returned and palmed her a bag and whispered delicately into her ear. She nodded swiftly her understanding. She wasn't sure if the man understood the true nature of it, but she would not say anything. "Petal, you have my eternal thanks." Soon, she opened the bag and palmed one of the morsels into it, into her gloved hand. She felt it roll around before she brought it to her mouth and ingested it, letting the bitter liquid take form down her throat. It provided all the relief she needed. She quickly closed the bag up and made motions to move back.

Until she heard a nearby cough and turned to face one of the guests she arrived with. She hadn't met this one yet. It was rather odd to come up to someone like that, in a precarious position. Almost rude. Blush waved her hand as if to say "Why wouldn't it be?" before responding. "Of course everything is fine! Just needed help and the sweet man here has aided me. But, pray tell, we have not been acquainted and I find it ever so rude to question someone before introductions have been made. Madame Blush, a pleasure."

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Faith Masters

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Location: Kitchen House -> Carnival Setup
Skills: N/A

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Faith glanced around at the others. Andromeda seemed to be okay so she let it drop, but she still didn't like the fact that Ben (if that is what his name is) felt he could just grab someone without asking. Even though Andromeda could more than likely handle herself, it still is nice to ask before you grasp someone's face.

Gil called her over and Faith couldn't help but feel she was about to be scolded. Again. She held her hands up in mock surrender and walked over, closing in on Gil so he could hear her and him alone. "Look, I get I still need to learn a thing or two here, and I fully intend on learning and playing along and doing my part. But you can't stand there and tell me that was okay and that I shouldn't be concerned. She can handle herself, I know. Eve's disappearance is rattling me and no one is telling me what is going on and I don't like that."

Before Faith could move to the second part of her speech, she heard a scream among other noises. Faith nodded at Gilbert and followed him outside. She hadn't used her new ability much and she was sure becoming invisible would not be useful. Once at the scene, she saw the reason for the scream. It was...not pretty. "What do you need me to do?" She asked to Gil, but really anyone could jump in at this point. Her abilities didn't seem useful as of yet.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Priya Khurana

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Location: Crash Site
Skills:Profiling

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Priya was thankful that the man was now identified, though that still meant it may be a while before the woman is. Priya couldn't do much apart from sigh. Small town shenanigans at work. Though this was not your average small town, it seems. They had serial killers, high school murders, and a fricken plane crash with two murder victims on the flight.

Before Priya could step away, the man from before walked up holding a chainsaw. He seemed to want to cut the tree down, but Priya felt her skin prickle looking at him and every neuron in her brain was sending a signal that said "Watch out!". She couldn't put her finger on why, but this man irked her.

She nodded her understanding but kept an eye on him as she made her way back towards Tim. Once she was close, she leaned in to whisper, "Tim, the man cutting the tree. Do you know him? I'm getting weird vibes from him and I don't like when that happens."

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Josephine Clark

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Location: Second Deck Dining Area -> Outer Hallway
Skills: N/A

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Jo finished her dessert as Reddish spouted off about the properties of rice amongst other cultures. It was interesting how rice here was used in a dessert rather than served as a side dish, but Jo wasn't that into cuisine. Still, she let the man talk, despite her gaze going elsewhere. She received Vera's room number and kept it to memory. The fact that Vera was looking out for her was warming. [color=F48CA7]"Your concern is noted, but I am not afraid. I am not without my own defenses."

Once she was satisfied all around, she stood up. "A lovely dinner to be sure. Hope everyone has a pleasant evening. Well, darling, shall we?" she asked Reddish, holding out her arm for him to take, though she would be the one to lead them towards the outside.

As she made her way to the outer hallway, she kept pace with Reddish. "Did you wish to go to the upper deck or remain on here? I have a ticket for the Elite deck and if you are with me they will permit you."

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Faye Masterson

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Location:Lower Deck Dining Area
Skills: N/A

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Richard's concern was noted, but it wasn't anything she hadn't heard before. From the police themselves, actually. "Thank you, but it is that reaction that makes me not want to disclose what happened. The skepticism. The concern. I get looks from those that knew her and me and I can't help but think they are wondering when I am going to snap."

"You all didn't know my sister. I did. We were close. She wouldn't do something like that. She wouldn't fall into the wrong crowd and, if she did, she would do whatever she can to get out. That's what I think happened. She wanted out and things went south." Faye ate as she talked, finishing her meal. She picked up her plate and glass and brought them over to the table against the wall.

She came back to meet with Richard, assuming they would be going together again. "Don't you find that odd? A wild goose chase, as you said. Barely any clues. It doesn't add up to me. So where to now?" She added, hoping to change subjects.

Avatar: Out of the Ashes 🔥

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Yumiko

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Yumiko had passed the nights by quietly contemplating the various ways she would inflict the most amount of pain possible on those that brought her here. Some of it involved using water bending in a not so clean way. Others were just pounding joints with a hammer repeatedly until, dust to dust, it returned to the ether. She would often sit with a smile on her face, the guards almost questioning why she was so happy to be rotting in a Fire Nation prison. She would jeer at them, taunt them, she was sure she made one of the men cry at one point and got lashed due to it.

And then as if the world liked to joke too, she was settled in with a cell mate and who of all people but a Fire Nation woman. It did please her somewhat to see that they would also jail their own. But it also was a stab at irony she didn't appreciate. She watched the woman carefully. Yumiko enjoyed these cold nights. She liked the cold, after all. She could work with the cold, should it ever come to that.

She had been plotting her escape. She would get out. Soon. If others did too, then fine, but she wasn't going to make it a priority to ensure others got out too. Yumiko continued to think about torture methods, letting a small giggle escape her lips. The other woman probably thought her mad. Good. That would work out in her favor.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Colette de La Fontaine

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Location: On the Open Sea - Captain's Quarters
Skills: Language -English

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Regalia nodded and picked up her weapon, sheathing her sword and such before brushing the hair from her face. "That sounds more promising a reason, especially considering the way you handled yourself in that duel," the Captain said as she stepped over to her desk and began to pour two glasses of wine. Slipping one across the wood she smiled slightly. "If you were inept, I would fear if he did something you wouldn't be able to protect yourself. Seems I was mistaken. A rare thing but welcome in this instance," she added as she picked up one of the glasses for herself and took a long sip. "Keep the weapon, it is yours," she said with a smile over the rim of the glass as she sat down.

Colette picked the weapon back up, examining it more thoroughly this time. It was a fine weapon and considering she was out of options other than to remain unarmed, she was thankful for the opportunity. "If you are sure, you have my thanks." She brought it back over to the table and sitting down, she picked up the glass offered and took a sip. "If he did try something, I would have handled it. He does not seem like the type, but appearances are often decieving, are they not?" Colette may have been referring to Fyror, but Regalia also fell into that category. A beautiful woman, handy with a blade and commanding a ship, she did not seem like the type also. "I am pleased to have surprised you."

"As am I, we will have to do this again, I have to reclaim my honor," Regalia said chuckling a bit. Leaning back in her seat she placed her feet up the desk and crossed her ankles. Letting herself get a little more comfortable she looked at Colette. "So tell me, how long did you train in China? Actually, more than that. Why did you pick China? You don't seem like the type where money was an an issue. Those of wealthy usually prefer Japan," Regalia asked before taking another sip from her glass.

Colette knew this question was coming and she debated on telling Regalia the truth. She had no reason not to trust the woman and, if anyone knew what she went through, it would be another woman. "You are correct, but I had to go to China. My father arranged a marriage with the man I trained under. His son and I were to marry and I would receive training. It may have even been all right had the boy not been a.....ugly, horrendous toad!" Colette took a breath and calmed down. "I apologize. That was unladylike, but the boy was cruel and rude and not someone I saw myself being married to for years, even for my family. The trouble is, I am still to be wed to him. That's why I am in England. I do not wish to go back anytime soon."

There was a slight chuckle from the woman as she waved off Colette's mention of being unladylike and sat up fully in her chair as she pulled her legs off the desk and planted them firmly on the ground. "Then it sounds like the world would be a better place without him," she said in a coy voice as she set her wine glass down and laced her fingers together, resting them on the desk in front of her. "It would be a shame if something... were to happen to him?"

Colette nearly choked on her drink and a coughing fit ensued. As much as toad boy annoyed her and how far she wanted to be away from him, she did not want him dead. Hurt? Maybe. Embarrassed? Most likely. But not dead. "Oh wait. I do not wish him gone. As horrendous as he was, he is still a person. Maybe scare him a bit? Tell him to stop being such a....pompous arse? But not killed."

Regalia smirked a bit and nodded as she leaned back. Her hands pulling against the wood as she thought. Rocking back in her chair a bit until a light came to her eyes and she leaned back in towards Colette. "Well, some with souls are far more dark than those without but there are other means of getting what one wants. Would I be wrong to think that out of everything you want out of the little arrangement?"

Colette supposed the woman had a point. And she was sure this man's soul was darker than any other she had witnessed before. "I suppose not, but I still draw the line at murder. I would look into other means if I had the opportunity to do so or the means, of course, but as I did not want to show my hand to my father, who is still very adamant about this wedding, I did not want to do so at home. That is partly why I came to England in the first place. I just want a choice, I suppose is the best way to sum it all up."

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Myth the Muse

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Location: Number 40 Alchemie Way

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Myth quickly ran to the master suite, doing the very best in her power not to unleash whatever wanted to come out on to the hallway. She managed to get and get to the working toilet where she unleashed it all. How can something so small make her produce so much? She hadn't even eaten a whole lot, where the hell did it all come from?

Once she was confident she got it out, she flushed the remnants away. She sat on the floor, almost cradling the toilet for fear more would come up. She was in no fit state to do any cleaning around the house. She didn't want to sit around and have others do work for her though. She wasn't that type of person. Even with a kid, she was going to still do things. She would just be extra cautious now. Plus, for all she knew, the baby would come out with powers and can talk.

She didn't want to think of that. It kind of creeped her out.

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Fleur La Mallificum

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Location: Port Witch Coven Safe House

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Myth sat on her bed, rubbing her temples. She did not regret helping Constance. Far from it. She would have done so for any of her flock (well, maybe not ALL of them). Still, she had work to do. Things to oversee. She wasn't content to sitting around. Not when there was work to be done.

Almost as if on cue, a messenger came up to her room announcing the convoy from the Lagoon was here. Fleur thanked her and got up and checked herself. She still looked damn good, Sicnesse be damned. Once she was confident she radiated power, even while sick, she made her way down and out to meet them.

"Yes, I am who you seek. Welcome to my home. Please, I insist, come in for some refreshments. Surely you are tired from your journey. Your horses are free to rest out here, I will have one of my flock assist in looking after them. Please, shall we?" She bid them entrance into her home. She was interested in what they sought her out for and it was never a good idea to be rude to guests on their first visit.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Tinley Abercrombie

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Location: Castle Doomstadt (First Floor) -> Second Floor
Skills: Infiltration, Hand-to-Hand Combat

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Tinley heard the warning and crept her way around into the center room. The stairs leading up were in the open, but she knew what to expect when she got up there. Slowly she made her way up each step, glancing around her in case more hostiles showed up. As she got near the top she peaked over and saw two men. One seemingly having his gun knocked out from him and another still up and ready. She knew she had to help, especially considering her crew down below. Height was always an advantage.

She moved easily along the stairs, slipping by them. In a flash, she was on the two of them. The closest one looked over just in time to see her foot coming across his face. She brought her leg back around the man's neck and flipped over, putting the man to sleep. The other one saw her now but she rolled forward, tripping him. The man fell to the ground with a clatter and she was on top of him, taking his arm and cracking it behind him. She put a hand over his mouth as she screamed in pain. His gun hand no good to him anymore, she leaned forward in his ear, "Be a good boy and point me in the right direction. Crucial information to your boss' dealings. And do not scream anymore or I will do worse than break your arm. Now, I am going to take my hand away. Once I do, if I hear so much as a peep other than what I want to hear, you will wish I knocked you out like your friend. Got it?"

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Tempest Renroir

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Location: Castle Doomstadt - Kitchen
Skills: Healing (Power)

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Tempest looked over to Niah, who had now been critically injured to the point that, without proper help, she would be gone. Raynor didn't have to tell her twice. She was on her and summoned more energy. So far, she had healed three times. More than she ever did before. Thankfully, it worked. Niah would feel her wounds healed. "She'll be okay, though I can't promise I got all of it. She won't die though."

Maria made a good point. Thus far, they haven't heard word from Reed or Kennedy. "I may be new to the team, but I have a feeling if we haven't heard from the command back on the ship that it is not a good thing. Typically. Do you think they are under attack? Should we go back?"