Fubsy

I was forced into this

Welcome to the Guild! :D Hope you have a blast here.
If you don't mind me asking, how long have you been RPing? Any favorite genres?

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Marcella's head shot up as the familiar voice reached her ears. "Maxwell?! Lila too!" A wide grin spread across her face as she ran over to give them a hug. "It's been so long!" It took more than a minute for her to finally let go, relief flooding through her body.
"Where's Cooper?" She looked around in hoping to catch a glimpse of her. "I've been hoping to see her again." 'Hoping' was an understatement. These days, it seemed like the young Metalheart was always in her mind. Marcella couldn't understand why, or why her cheeks seemed to flush at the very thought of her. A jolt of anxiety pushed the thoughts away. "She's not ill, is she?"

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Are our poor darling characters going to suffer through possible emotional scarring? If so, hell yeah I'm in! I love making my innocent characters go through hell. :D

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Marcella hesitated as the figure veered away. So much for asking for directions. Then again, she did stick out like a sore thumb. Biting back a sigh, the Italian turned and wandered towards the shopping district. At least, she assumed it was. A couple of stores were open while the rest were nothing more than empty boarded up shells. Perhaps someone here knew a thing or two of the blossoming sick victims. Marcella walked into the nearest shop (a clock repair establishment? Hard to tell with the faded sign.) and reached into her purse for her notebook. "Sorry for the bother," she called, fumbling with her contents, "but my name is Dr. Biancardi and I'm here for some information..."

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@Dmessenger
Why do I have the feeling that people are going to die and tears are gonna be shed. Meanwhile the all powerful GM just sits back and laughs like a James Bond villain.

To The Edge of the World...

When was the last time Wimena felt this free? With the salty wind pulling at her thick dark locks, and the cool ocean mist spraying her against her face. When did she feel this free, this alive, in the crammed walls of that cursed estate? Beneath the crushing weight of her former employer, the threat of starvation and poverty keeping her as a lowly maid? Never. And nor ever was she returning back. Not that she could, anyway. Once Lord Derillion discovered she ran off for a new life, there'd be no way he'd hire back. He'd humiliate her one way or another for fleeing from the "honor" that was working for a stuck up aristocrat.

Wimena leaned against the rail, her large brown eyes drinking in the sights. Not that there was much to look at, of course. There was and only had been nothing but sky and sea for the past few days. But for the Halfling, that was enough. The rich cerulean water with the occasional darting shapes. The clear azure sky painted with violet and orange and black when the sun met the waves. It was more than she had seen in Lord Derillion's cage-like manor. More than she had seen in a lifetime. And yet there was more to come. The faint outline of the islands in the distance stirred a deep sense of anticipation from within Wimena. Soon...

Reluctantly pulling away from the side, Wimena took a sweeping glance around the ship. Several crew members lingered about, none of which she knew the name of. A major omission on her part. The journey was still young, however, and it was better sailing with allies than strangers. Wimena casually strolled towards a blonde man, offering him the friendliest expression she could muster. "Exciting, isn't it?" she spoke, each step laced with a bounce. "Open sea, new land, and a whole world to discover."

To The Edge of the World...

Name: Wimena Valenian
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Halfling
Appearance:

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@ladyanglaise Whoops forgot to tag.

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The ride to the Metalneart village was long, but calm. The first-class car was relatively empty, no nobles eager to step foot in the slums of the town save for Marcella, which wasn't exactly bad. The silence was a welcome tranquility. It gave time for the doctor to think. To think of the illness. To think of the state of the village. To think of her old friends.

Marcella's heart twisted with anticipation and anxiety as she thought of Max and Cooper. It had been so long since she'd last seen them due to her habit of staying in her part of town. She missed them dearly, especially the latter of the two. But did they miss her? Did they even remember her? A sudden thought flashed through the doctor's mind, a sharp thorn in the quilt of nostalgia. What if they had caught the illness? The question drove a sharp sense of dread through her heart. She couldn't bear to lose her close friends.

The train finally stopped and Marcella gathered her things. She hurried out of her train car, ignoring the curious looks sent her way. She'd gotten too many of those in the last few years for them to bother her. Her eyes scanned the shambles of tenements and filthy streets. A figure far away caught her eye, their direction set on the train station. Perhaps they would provide some directions. Picking up her plain grey dress to avoid the mud, Marcella went towards the approaching figure.

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@ladyanglaise
Sounds good to me!