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Supernatural Dealings

But, you understand where I'm coming from, right? :] I didn't mean to criticize anybody, I just thought my character was a bit misinterpreted.

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Safe for ingestion Trixy thought to herself, as far as she knew, Vampires couldn’t get sick. She shrugged her shoulders slightly, figuring that the human probably knew what he was talking about. Béatrix is many things, but ‘scientist’ is not one of them. She was getting to taken by bloodlust to care about the temperature, anyway.

Trixy's fangs descended with a quiet and almost feminine hiss before she sunk them into the side of the blood bag. If there was a straw, she didn’t really care, that wasn’t really her feeding style. The human doctor was right, the blood was of good quality, but the plastic taste from the blood bag tainted it still. Trixy finished the supply quickly and then looked up with a face resembling that of a person who had eaten a lemon for the first time. She locked eyes with David for a moment, wondering if he had the not quite pleasure of feeding in this way before.

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So, something has been on my mind that I want to chat about. Let me start off by saying that I LOVE this roleplay so far and I don't really want much to change, but I want to clear some things up. When I write out my IC posts, I include my character's thoughts for the sake of character development and so that you guys (as fellow roleplayers) know what kind of a character she is. Just because you can read what her thoughts are, however, doesn't mean that your characters know what they are. She is a vampire that is over 600 years old, and is very skilled in mental manipulation; She definitely can control her body language in a way that your characters simply cannot know what she is thinking. If you read back, Trixy always looks calm, friendly, and even a little flirtatious on the outside... if you read only her speech in quotations, you can see that she hardly says offensive things, she even admitted that she was willing to kill her own kind if she saw them as corrupt. I'm only saying all of this because a lot of your characters seem to have taken a bad first impression of her when I can hardly see what she said as "fighting like children" or "superior". But when faced with such accusations in person, however, Trixy won't take kindly to the judgement, and she will react, because she wants to be respected as much as everyone else. Anyway, I just wanted to get my thoughts out in the open. As I said, I love this roleplay so far... so yeah, sorry if I sound like a poop.

Within the World (Fantasy/Steampunk/Medieval Roleplay. Closed when spots are filled)

Calli walked along the sea line just outside of Crimson Red. She had just finished packing up some travelling provisions, as she head quite a long trek ahead of her. Calli had met with the guild leader of Resins Afell earlier that day and her current mission for the guild was to go spy on the going on's of the Underground guild in the far off land of Watertown. With a serious hatred and avoidance of water, Calli carefully reached out and tugged the small boat closer to the shore so that she could simply step into it. It was much shorter to travel to Watertown by sea than by land, so Calli chose to suck it up and sail for the sake of her mission.

The Underground was known to be a place for all of the outcasts, all except, of course, the Casters. No one would look twice at a Flame who wandered in, searching for a place to fit in after the tragic loss of her twin and parents. No one would suspect that she had close ties with the Casters. Calli was the perfect spy, in theory. With that thought, Calli quickly hopped into the boat and sailed off into the midday sun. Destination? Watertown. The water seemed to boil slightly around her as she sailed off.

Within the World (Fantasy/Steampunk/Medieval Roleplay. Closed when spots are filled)

My charry is a dwarf as well. :]

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“Ah, a marine... my apologies, sir.” Béatrix said and bowed her head slightly out of respect, she wasn’t American herself, but all countries knew of their pride. Trixy frowned a little when he seemed to recall his transformation negatively; it always took her aback when people considered the blessing of vampirism as a curse.

Béatrix laughed a little bit at his comment about the blood bags “Not that I mind handcuffs, but the blood is always better if the human is willing.” She said as she tossed the bag over in her hand “I actually feel more like a prisoner,” she said and looked up at him and gestured with the blood bag “surely this is prison food.”

When Dr. Jon Bale said his piece, Béatrix let out a sigh of relief. She gladly received the upgraded blood meal. “Well, it definitely smells better.” She said with as much appreciation as she could muster. “Is their anyway I can warm it, I’m used to it being around thirty-seven degrees Celsius, you know?” Trixy asked with a friendly smile. This human seemed like someone she could get along with, he was friendly and respectful, a certain breath of fresh air in this place.

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Trixy thought on his words as they passed through the halls and made their way to the elevator that the Englishman spoke of. She pushed the down button and crossed her arms as the elevator descended, balancing her weight on her right heel so that she faced him slightly. “You must be a soldier, as we see combat differently. In the combat I’m used to, mistrust is everything, because the moment you start to trust the people or your environment is the same moment you can be ambushed.”

The elevator doors opened with a mechanical ’ding ding’ and Trixy stepped out first. “Trust isn’t safe when you have worked alone for close to six centuries.” She said, giving the slightest hint to her age, as she wasn’t ashamed of it as some women were. They finally reached the laboratory and Trixy felt as though she could drain a full grown man.

Her nose led her to a chilled box of blood packets and she made is disgruntled face when she looked at them. One, they were cold, and two; they smelled strongly of antiseptic and plastic with the faintest hint of blood. “They can’t be serious…” she said as she plucked one up between two fingers, as if it were a piece of trash.

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“Béatrix de Le Croix” she returned the introduction and placed her hand in his, her French accent taking over when speaking her birth name. A vampire handshake was always cold and hard, like two pieces of moving marble meeting each other. Béatrix released his hand and studied him with bright eyes “But if French really isn’t your thing, I go by Trixy as well, it kind of fits my personality.” Trixy said with a sly smile and smoothed down her leather jacket as she stood up at a good four inches shorter than him.

“I signed up for this in hopes of making some new friends to work with… I don’t think I’m doing that well so far.” She said and a soft chuckle escaped her lips “Oh well, perhaps that’s for the best.” Her stomach begged her to seek out the blood in the laboratory that the Englishman had mentioned. “As I said, I’m feeling famished… care to explore with me?” she asked and raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

Within the World (Fantasy/Steampunk/Medieval Roleplay. Closed when spots are filled)

I'm alone in evil land, I feel like I'm going to get ganged up on. D:

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“With all due respect, sir…” Trixy began, as if she could have respect for a creature who’d only seen barely 50 years on this Earth, yet referred to her as a child, “fighting generally involves both parties raising their voices, sometimes even a physical altercation. We were merely discussing a topic of dear concern to us, as some of us obviously weren’t aware of what working for this institution entailed. Perhaps you should be a little bit clearer with future recruits.” Trixy leaned forward and placed her elbows on the table as she continued her final piece.

“Furthermore, if the wolves and I had any intention of killing each other, there would already be blood on your pretty little table.” She said as she ran her blood-red fingernails across the table in a gesture of emphasis. “You’re an experienced man, surely you can understand this is how we must handle things: a little discussion to cut the tension and mystery out of everything. This is America after all, we should be able to express our freedom of speech, no? How else are we supposed to work together in the future?” she asked with a bit of a light-hearted chuckle.

“Worry not, I promise not to kill your lupine recruits… but I’m not promising to save them either, and I’m sure they’d say the same for me.” As she finished her speech, her stomach twisted a little bit, but not out of nerves.

Ruri spoke her piece and Trixy nodded, supposing it was good to be honest. She just hoped to be released from this room soon. Trixy's eyes went back to Victor “I’d also probably feel a little more cooperative if you showed me to your dining facilities, as I feel likely to break your diet rules at the moment. Besides, it's pretty clear the wolves don't like the way I smell.”