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Supernatural Dealings

Heat said
I don't really have anything to post. Waiting for the others to post.

I'm in the same boat, my charry is ready to flash forward to morning

Supernatural Dealings

where is everybody? D:

I've spent far too long trying to come up with a witty thread title...

Welcome!
I'm relatively new here myself, and I too enjoy D&D. My avatar is my main campaign character, Willow, a wood elf druid with a little bit more than a touch of evil because of her drow heritage. :]

See you around!
~Silent

Supernatural Dealings

Beatrix watched the Englishman as he awkwardly backed away from the door to the ladies quarters and mentioned how they might not want him barging in, and she wondered if men were allowed in at all. With a a shoulder shrug, she pulled the suitcase Carson had carried to her side with two available fingers. "Thank you for you help, Englishman." she said to him, mentally laughing at the absurdity of her saying such a thing. Trixy headed down the hallway with four heavy suitcases in tow, walking with the all the grace of a lady in a ballgown carrying nothing but a feathered fan. Reaching the end of the hallway, Trixy did in fact find a corner room, and she opened the door with the key hanging from the doorknob... they sure were trustworthy of the recruits here.

Trixy stepped into the windowless room that was completely dark, yet she could still see perfectly. She pulled her suitcases into the room and looked around as she closed the door. "Oh my..." was all that she could manage to get out as she took in her depressing surroundings. There was no decor or personality to the room what-so-ever, and it resembled that of a college dormitory. Maybe they will allow us some free time to go shopping and spruce up the place. she thought and approached the bed on the far side of the room. Trixy was old-fashioned, and preferred to sleep in a coffin, but a bed would do for now, as there weren't any windows in the room to let the sun in. A mirror hung above a sink near the foot of the bed, Trixy couldn't help but notice that no reflection stared back at her. A small plastic-wrapped packet of linens sat at the end of the bed and Trixy snatched them up, wondering if they had a negative thread count with how coarse they were. Regardless of disappointments, Trixy made the bed and hopped up into it. She wasn't tired, as it was nightfall, but she knew that it was best to get sleep before a mission, and a vampire her age could control when she wanted to sleep - even for decades.

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Beatrix shrugged her shoulders, her estates mattered little to her, wealth was all she had ever known. She was undead proof that money can't buy happiness. "Five estates can get pretty lonely when you are all by yourself. Not to mention, I have made more than a select few enemies over the years. Mine is a dangerous profession, you know?" Trixy said as she stepped forward into the elevator after the Englishman.

"I need a lot of clothing to choose from in order to blend into any situation, it makes for better spy work, I promise. Plus, a girls gotta have nice clothes to show off for handsome men like yourself." she said as a tease, although she new vampires were alluring enough on their own, with or without clothing. When the Englishman mentioned that he might try pull some strings for her, it brought a smile to her face. "I wouldn't mind sharing a room with another of my kind, that or being alone. As you well know, those wolves and I wouldn't make a good match... and a human, well, let's just say you might not want to tempt me in such a way." Trixy said and gave him her best angelic smile, feigning innocence.

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

Callida reached Watertown by sea in half a days time. The sun was setting as she nudged her boat as close to the shoreline as she could get it. Taking care to avoid touching the awful water, Calli hopped onto the dry earth and let out a relieved sigh. Her muscles tired of rowing and her mouth was sandpaper dry with thirst. Calli's fiery orange eyes scanned through the treeline and into the quaint little area of Watertown. A sign that read "The Tender's Brew" swayed in the evening breeze and the lights showed that people were abuzz in the establishment. Calli took a few moments to secure her small sailing vessel to a tree with ropes before heading to the tavern. A few drinks would freshen her up and maybe she could spend some time getting to know the locals before infiltrating The Underground.

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Beatrix laughed lightheartedly at his comment, just like the sound of bells tinkling softly "Everything I own? Well, the compound simply wouldn't be big enough... I'm six hundred and thirty years old and currently own five estates in all different corners of the world." she eyed the suitcase he was carrying, noticing he chose the heaviest one. Oh, the bravado of men - humans especially - it made her chuckle "That one is some of my shoes and jackets, leather is a heavy fabric, you know." she said with a smile and a wink. As they entered the first floor, she wondered if perhaps she could find a quiet room in the basement away from the sun.

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oops, double posted on accident

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Do whatever feels right, it's your roleplay! Also, I have internets now! Yay! :]

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Trixy returned the slight bow, as Francis had once taught her that all vampires should hold sense of elevated propriety towards others, regardless of age. "But of course, monsieur, and I shall do the same." she said to David in response, letting her natural accent thicken before nodding and flitting off towards her own still-packed hybrid. Once at her trusted vehicle, Trixy popped the trunk and began tugging her luggage out of it. She had decided to pack lightly, and live a little more simply here, she only had three large suitcases of clothing and one large one for shoes. What? Okay, so maybe she didn't pack that lightly compared to other people's standards. Once she had all of her things pulled out of the car, Beatrix shut the trunk and locked the doors, causing the car to beep twice. Her vampiric strength was enough to pull all of her luggage along with her to the women's quarters, but the suitcases were still cumbersome and she therefore struggled her way to the doors.