Grimoire Gaming

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I like walls of text too. Character development is key to keeping RPs alive. And, I'll be damned it my spunky little faerie isn't one of the most lively characters around. Poor Morgan doesn't know what he's getting himself into. I can't wait to see Suley's reaction to them dancing. XD

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

Tholo avoided her eye contact as he said his brief farewell. Of course he did, she deserved that… time to leave with as much dignity as she could. Trixy went on autopilot as she drove home to change. The rain soaked her to the core and threatened her with feelings of melancholy. She decided that she needed to get away from here and clear her thoughts. Trixy got dressed and drove her sleek black hybrid to work so she could stay dry.

Carl looked up from his paperwork as she walked into the office. Béatrix set down an apologetic cup of coffee on his desk, in her other hand she held a travel mug that inevitably held a portion of warmed up donated blood. “Hazelnut, extra cream, just like you like it.” she said and noticed the way his eyes lingered on her other hand inquisitively. “And mine is just the way I like it.” she explained. Carl chuckled and held his hand up to silence her “Oh, no, I don’t even want to know, thank you!” he said with an awkward chuckle. Trixy smiled and went to her desk to write up the closing of the Rogue Ripper case.

For a while, nothing but the sound of computer keys clicking filled the room. “So... what’s he like?” Carl asked just as Trixy sent the file to him through e-mail. She looked up from her desk and gave him a curious glance. “The killer? He was tall, blonde, a danish speaker, and his name started with ‘B’, unsure if it was his first or last, though.” Carl smiled like he knew some joke that she didn’t, “Not the killer…. Bartholomew Whitlock.” he said. Trixy’s mouth fell agape. “What? you can’t think me that daft.” Carl said, “I’m the senior homicide detective in this precinct, you seriously think I wouldn’t notice when my detective comes in without the black lace wrist accessory she has worn ever since the day I met her.” Now his lingering glance at her wrist earlier made sense. Carl crossed his arms and smirked like the cat who ate the canary “And given its absence, I’m guessing that means one of two things, or both. You either have decided to stop trying to outrun your fate, or you met him. Which is it?”

Béatrix’s gaze went cold “I fail to see how this is your business.” she said. His smirk returned, he was loving this, the bastard! “Well, given that his name appears on your report, I think it is my business.” Carl said as his eyes scanned the document she had sent him. “Ohh, and what were you doing at his home at such an early hour in the morning.” he teased. Trixy rolled her eyes, obviously he wasn’t going to let this go.

“Well, if you continued to read the report instead of taunting me like a middle school-aged girl, you’d know.” Carl chuckled. “It’s not what you think…” she began, and explained the full story of how the rogue showed up at her own home first and left a note with his blood on it, a scent which she was able to track to Tholo’s house. Carl nodded in understanding, eyes widening when she explained how the silver blade had nicked her heart. “We’ll have to work on getting you a better vest.” he decided. “One last question, though. If you killed this ‘B’ that early in the morning, why are you just now arriving at work?” he asked with an eyebrow wiggle.

“That is definitely not your business!” she retaliated and Carl laughed, “Aha!” he cheered.

“You do realize that you are taunting an armed vampire, right?” she spat and Carl held up his hands in surrender “Don’t shoot!” he stifled another laugh “I’m done now, I swear.”

“Good…” Béatrix clicked around on her webpage, purchasing a ticket on the next flight from JFK to Edinburgh. Looks like Frida would be getting her wish after all. “I suppose now is a good of a time as any to tell you that I’m taking the next couple of days off. I’ve had one hell of a week that concluded in murdering one of my own kind, I need to clear my head.” As she suspected, Carl gladly gave her the go ahead, but not before getting in one last jibe under his breath: “Honeymoon already?”

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Thankfully Laurel had come to Kiara’s rescue. “Just hold the front up and I’ll lace it for you.” she said and Kiki held the bust of the dress in front of her barely there b-cups while Laurel tugged the strings into place. “Oof!” Kiara gasped as Laurel cinched the corset as tight as it could go. It fit her tiny body like a glove. The cut of the corset fell just below the tattoo on her back. In her glamour, it appeared as a normal black ink tattoo would, a scroll of parchment depicting the unseelie code:

“Change is good.
Glamour is free.
Honour is a lie.
Passion before duty.”

When her glamour was down, she still bore that tattoo, but it looked more like a tombstone inscription etched into her stone-like skin. If you ran your fingers along it, you would feel it’s depth. When she let her wings free, the tattoo sat just below them. “What do you think?” Kiara asked Laurel, “Wings or no wings?” She had only been at Rosa Claire for a few days, and classes hadn’t even started yet, but Kiara was already getting better at controlling her glamour. Her guardians were right, this realm really brought out the strength and magick of the creatures within it. Who knows what she would learn to do in time…

Laurel mentioned that they should get going if they didn’t want to be a cliché. “Who cares about cliché? I just don’t want to miss a second of this party!” Kiara squeaked with excitement and followed after Laurel, glad that she wouldn’t have to walk into the ball alone. She purposefully didn’t choose a date, she wanted the night to go as follows: never stop dancing, steal a few kisses, and then take her favorite back to her place at the end of the night… or their place, or maybe even the magical brooms closet!

Kiara noticed that her roommate seemed preoccupied with something, she smelled nervous, so Kiara did her best to comfort her as they walked. Kiki tucked a strand of of Laurel’s long, dark hair behind her ear. “You look gorgeous. I’d love it if you danced with me at least once tonight. If you can keep the boys away long enough, that is.” She smiled warmly, truly meaning what she said. The unseelie faerie might love being troublesome, but she wanted at least this one friend here.

It was her turn to be nervous now. The girls passed through the large set of wooden doors together. The ballroom was breathtaking. The sounds of orchestral strings rang along the tall walls and pillars, and the tables were decorated lavishly. Kiara brought her left hand up to hold her boney right elbow as her eyes scanned the room. Would he be here with the others? The first love of her life and the first man to break her heart; Her father… she could just barely picture him. What would Cynbel, the Ironhearted, wear to a ball? Surely he would be the most handsome and intimidating man in the room, and he would have his iron blade sheathed at his side. He was one of the only faeries capable of wielding such a weapon besides the Regents themselves. Did she want him to be there? Of course she did, she must… and his absence broke her heart as it always did. But Kiki had to be tough, the war was more important… more important than the daughter who looks far too much like Edana…

“Oh hello Laurel and… Kiiiaaarrraaa. Glad that you two were able to come and join us.” The familiar timbre of the dragon’s voice, and the way he said her name, pulled Kiara out of her thoughts. Best not to dwell on them, anyway. Sul was with another of his kind whom Kiara assumed to be related, and good looks seemed to run in the family. Then again, you couldn’t throw a rock in this school without hitting someone that was drop dead delicious. The one who would be called Anders kissed Laurel’s hand, and then Kiara’s, causing a faint blush to color her pale cheeks. She hadn’t been treated like that since she was back home. It felt nice.

Suley attempted to make a light jab at them, but Kiara hardly gave him the time of day. “Silly dragon, balls are for dancing, not talking!” Her voice was honey-sweet and teasing. Her right eye twitched in the faintest of winks before she spun away in a woosh of black feathers and plunging back lines. The first person her eyes settled on was another first year she met who stuck out because his name was like that of her Queen’s. They were going to have potions class together with Lily Bertram as their teacher. Kiara had met the professor a few days ago, and she seemed really nice, so Kiki was very excited for the class.

“Morgie!!” Kiara chirped as she approached Morgan and some girl who appeared to be teasing him. “Hello!” Kiki gave a brief greeting. “If you weren’t planning on dancing with him, I’d love to steal him away for a bit.” Her eyes shifted to a sparkling yellow color in her excitement. Faeries loved to cause trouble and play with magick, but they really loved dancing. Faerie revels during the Solstices were parties unlike any other, where they would dance until their feet simply couldn’t carry them anymore, and even then they’d just use their wings to fly.

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Wall of text, incoming. Apologies but not really.

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

Oh goodness, what a hot mess that boy is

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

@BlackPantherYessir!

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

@Argetlam350

A break shouldn't be too much of a problem, unless Tholo also plans on hopping on the next flight to Scotland. XD

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

I hate to make the wolf have sad ears :(

Trixy is just a fickle broad. If Tholo really wants her, he will have to prove it with more than a good lay. :p

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@FallenTrinity

No problemo, I'm not mean like Kiara. Get some sleep, dearie.

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@Aspen Wren

Not a problem! Good to know!

@FallenTrinity

:p