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Château de La Lune

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Constance Monroe

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Location: The Evergreen Room
Skills: N/A

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”Tony… Someone is blackmailing me.”

Constance let it spill out before she truly realized what she had said, but it was out in the open now. She heard that hitch in his breath, and she looked up at him. What was with that reaction? Was he surprised that someone like her had secrets that she needed to be kept like that, or was it that he also…? No. But he had just mentioned documents on his desk as well. Right where she had found the photos yesterday. Was that why they had all been brought there? Maybe that’s why poor Renee…

She realized it had been quiet, too quiet. ”Tony… is there something I should know?”

Tony blinks, recomposing himself. ”I’m being blackmailed too. I don’t know why, there’s no demand… just…” he hesitates, his mind racing as he tries to choose the right words; safe words. ”An implication of what they know, the leverage they have. I thought I was the only one… could it be all of us?” he says, paling slightly as he realizes the possibility.

Constance couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was just like with those photos. No demands, nothing else but the implications. However, what Tony was suggesting, she was now thinking it too. ”It was similar with me. No demands, no instructions, nothing. Just the implication. I… didn’t want to think it could be anything more than just happenstance but, hearing that they’re blackmailing you too, and now with Renee… oh god. Did they bring us here to expose us?”

Tony winced at the thought. If his secret was exposed… no, I can’t let that happen. ”Maybe. I don’t know. But whatever their plans are, it can’t be good. And who are ‘they’ anyway? Elenore, surely, but who knows who else could be in on it? It could be any of them… all of them. This is… bad,” he says, thinking out loud.

”Clearly the LaLunes are in on it. Those documents were in our assigned rooms and none of us knew where we were going when we arrived here, correct? I don’t really even trust the staff now. However, I don’t know if we should let the others know yet. Clearly someone is willing to kill and we don’t know why.” Constance bit her lip a bit as she looked up at Tony. She could feel herself getting weak though as her thoughts spun around in her mind. Someone had brought them all there, possibly to expose them, and possibly for more, but why? They hadn’t known each other before, and none of them had anything to gain by knowing the others' secrets, correct? So why them? Was this a situation like that old comedy movie? No. Constance wasn’t even American!

”I definitely don’t trust anyone that was here before us,” he agreed. ”Not the family, not the staff. As for the others… fuck, I don’t know. We need to figure out if anyone else is being blackmailed. We need to know if we can trust anyone else, or if we’re in this alone. …Fuck.” None of them would trust you if they knew your secret, his subconscious says; Tony grimaces at the thought.

Constance found herself nodding at Tony’s words, but it was going to be troublesome trying to figure out if anyone else was being blackmailed. It wasn’t like you could just ask them upfront if they were keeping secrets. She also knew that if anyone knew her secret that they would never look at her the same. ”For… for now… we should try to play this cool until we figure out if we’re alone in this or not. I know that’s a bit of a tall order but we can’t give anyone a reason to suspect us of knowing anything.”

Tony doesn’t answer immediately, caught up in his racing thoughts as he tries to make sense of all this. It doesn’t help that the consequences of his night of drinking still lingered, leaving a frustrating haze over his mind. I need to think… I need a shower. Fuck, is it even safe to be alone? He’s not used to this uncertainty… this fear. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

”We have to be smart about this,” he eventually agrees. He opens his mouth to continue, but no words come. He’s still looking at Constance, but simultaneously looks distant. In the operating room, Tony always knows what to do, how to handle every situation… but right now, he feels lost. He feels like he did a year ago.

Constance could see that look in his eye and moved in close and wrapped her arms around him tightly and nuzzled in close. She was use to having the answers, she was use to being perfect, and having the perfect answers at her fingertips. But at the moment? She was adrift and her only lifeline was knowing that she wasn’t alone in this. ”We’re not alone, Tony. We’ve got each other, right?”

Gradually, Tony is brought back to the present by her embrace. ”We have each other,” he agrees, kissing the top of her head and holding her close. Eventually, he pulls away slightly. ”I need to go shower, we have to act normal. And I’m sure the others are desperate to question the doctor,” he adds dryly, grimacing at the thought. An interrogation is the last thing he wants right now, but he’ll have to face it eventually.

”Alright. I should clean up as well. Good luck dodging all the interrogations.” Constance offered him a half smile as she pulled away and let him leave. As she watched him leave, she leaned up against her bedpost and frowned a bit. Things were going from bad to worse with this news, and she wasn’t sure how to feel. For the moment, she was going to take that shower, and get ready for the day.

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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_{Willow Ojos
Willow Ojos}

^{"All will happen in due time."}

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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________

C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y _________________________________________________________ | Bubbly | Intrusive | _________________________________________________________ | Curious | Elusive | _________________________________________________________ | Friendly | Brutally Honest | C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Character Info Full Name: Willow Ojos Aliases: Mothy, Poodle Birth Place: Venezuela, in the Amazonian Jungle Age: Around 22 Birthday: Sometime in March? Gender: Female Pronouns: She/ Her/ Them Sexuality: Pansexual Build: Slightly curvy, with some muscle, but hard to tell under all the clothing she wears. Body Modifications: None (?) (Hard to tell about the eyes since she keeps them covered.) Habits: She will flick on and off light switches, fidget with her antenna, play with the charms on her outfits. Hobbies: Any kind of card game, candle making, flying, carving. Social Handle: MothyWitch (Made by her Guardian) Medical History: Has had something done with her eyes. ► Fears Being alone The destruction of the Amazon Wasps ► Toxic Traits Being too intrusive Being too honest when ‘reading’ a person ► Likes Hot cocoa Fluffy things Lamps Tarot Cards Moonflowers Instrumental Music ► Dislikes Coffee Bullies Deforestation Loud angry Music Bats People that forget she can’t see. - A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M A G I C & S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Magic Source: Blessing from a Forest Witch/ Item Type: Divination magic ► Grimoire Find Familiar- Summons her moth familiar Card Reading- Using embossed tarot cards, she can read the future, past and present of the subject. Rune Reading- Using wood carved runes, she can do a reading of a question asked as the runes are tossed. Magic Sense - (Like detect Magic) Can sense and ‘see’ magical objects around her. Dust storm- Using a small token, she can cast a small spell that causes a small dust storm, much like a pollen cloud. Tea leaf reading- Using tea leaves, she can do a reading, usually focusing on a question or subject, mostly for the future. ► Skills Flight +2 Knitting +2 Card Games + 2 Stealth +1 Cooking +1 People Reading +2 ► Languages Spanish English ► Possessions Tarot Deck Cellular Phone Small token Moth Plush Flashlight Water bottle - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T I N G N O T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Relationship Notes Note/Link Note/Link ► Important Posts Note/Link Note/Link -

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C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y
C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y

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Willow started life as a normal moth, with no real aspirations and no real goals aside from living her life as a moth. Like most of her kind she didn’t really know her parents as they had passed by the time she had hatched from her egg. That would have been Willow’s life as well, had not fate intervened and she made the most interesting connection that would forever shape her destiny.

One day as she was flittering through the forest she called home, she landed on the shoulder of the local forest witch, who seemed to be enamoured of the moth that had decided to rest on her shoulder. She took in Willow, giving her the name she would carry with her for the rest of her life and then also decided to help awaken the moth, to help extend her life.

Using a blessing and a token, the moth became a small girl that soon became empowered with the power of foresight. The young girl grew up in her home forest, learning about her powers as well as the land around her. However, she became witness to horrors that she would not have been aware of had she stayed a moth, and those horrors awoke her want to help others.

Her mentor and honorary aunt realized that the young woman would need more contact with the outside world and more specialized teaching than she could offer, and so helped enroll her student in the Strange Academy, and helped set her up a cell phone and social media account so that she could become more normalized. With that, Willow was sent off to the Academy with the hope that one day she can help keep her home from being destroyed and help make the world a better place.

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

YAY! Ty!

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

Oh!

I can change the cryptic trait, that was my brain fart! I'll also fix all those!

EDIT: Fixed~

Château de La Lune

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Constance Monroe

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Location: The Hallway - Top of the Stairs
Skills: N/A

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Constance was aware that there was something being said by the butler, and she registered the words in her mind, but... She couldn't look away. She couldn't move. All she could think about looking at the poor woman down there, was about her father. It was odd where the mind went when faced the reality of mortality or such awful situations.

She just remembered how her mother wouldn't let her look, and insisted the casket stayed closed. Constance had begged in tears to see her beloved father one last time. She had tugged at her mother's dress, nearly screaming. It stuck out in her brain for so many reasons, partly because it was the last time she had let herself ever get so emotional in front of any one else. The other reason was now, as she watched the very man she had just been flirting with no less than ten minutes ago look over the woman she had to wonder: Is that what his body had looked like? So cold? Lifeless? Broken?

She had been so... rude to that woman. Dismissive of her almost. Why? Because of an award? Because the money and prestige would be life changing? Because she was a teacher?

Constance realized she was tearing up, and turned to head to her room. She didn't want anyone seeing her like this. She knew she was going to be a mess, and she couldn't give off anything but perfection, even in the moment of distress. She didn't notice anyone as she rushed to her room and then closed the door. She ran over to her bed and tugged a pillow into her face before letting out a cry into the cushion before she let herself fall to pieces.

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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_{Willow Ojos
Willow Ojos}

^{"All will happen in due time."}

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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________

C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y _________________________________________________________ | Bubbly | Intrusive | _________________________________________________________ | Curious | Elusive | _________________________________________________________ | Friendly | Brutally Honest | C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Character Info Full Name: Willow Ojos Aliases: Mothy, Poodle Birth Place: Venezuela, in the Amazonian Jungle Age: Around 22 Birthday: Sometime in March? Gender: Female Pronouns: She/ Her/ Them Sexuality: Pansexual Build: Slightly curvy, with some muscle, but hard to tell under all the clothing she wears. Body Modifications: None (?) (Hard to tell about the eyes since she keeps them covered.) Habits: She will flick on and off light switches, fidget with her antenna, play with the charms on her outfits. Hobbies: Any kind of card game, candle making, flying, carving. Social Handle: MothyWitch (Made by her Guardian) Medical History: Has had something done with her eyes. ► Fears Being alone The destruction of the Amazon Wasps ► Toxic Traits Being too intrusive Being too honest when ‘reading’ a person ► Likes Hot cocoa Fluffy things Lamps Tarot Cards Moonflowers Instrumental Music ► Dislikes Coffee Bullies Deforestation Loud angry Music Bats People that forget she can’t see. - A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M A G I C & S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Magic Source: Blessing from a Forest Witch/ Item Type: Divination magic ► Grimoire Find Familiar- Summons her moth familiar Card Reading- Using embossed tarot cards, she can read the future, past and present of the subject. Rune Reading- Using wood carved runes, she can do a reading of a question asked as the runes are tossed. Magic Sense - (Like detect Magic) Can sense and ‘see’ magical objects around her. Dust storm- Using a small token, she can cast a small spell that causes a small dust storm, much like a pollen cloud. Tea leaf reading- Using tea leaves, she can do a reading, usually focusing on a question or subject, mostly for the future. ► Skills Flight +2 Knitting +2 Card Games + 2 Stealth +1 Cooking +1 People Reading +2 ► Languages Spanish English ► Possessions Tarot Deck Cellular Phone Small token Moth Plush Flashlight Water bottle - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T I N G N O T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Relationship Notes Note/Link Note/Link ► Important Posts Note/Link Note/Link -

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C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y
C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y

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Willow started life as a normal moth, with no real aspirations and no real goals aside from living her life as a moth. Like most of her kind she didn’t really know her parents as they had passed by the time she had hatched from her egg. That would have been Willow’s life as well, had not fate intervened and she made the most interesting connection that would forever shape her destiny.

One day as she was flittering through the forest she called home, she landed on the shoulder of the local forest witch, who seemed to be enamoured of the moth that had decided to rest on her shoulder. She took in Willow, giving her the name she would carry with her for the rest of her life and then also decided to help awaken the moth, to help extend her life.

Using a blessing and a token, the moth became a small girl that soon became empowered with the power of foresight. The young girl grew up in her home forest, learning about her powers as well as the land around her. However, she became witness to horrors that she would not have been aware of had she stayed a moth, and those horrors awoke her want to help others.

Her mentor and honorary aunt realized that the young woman would need more contact with the outside world and more specialized teaching than she could offer, and so helped enroll her student in the Strange Academy, and helped set her up a cell phone and social media account so that she could become more normalized. With that, Willow was sent off to the Academy with the hope that one day she can help keep her home from being destroyed and help make the world a better place.

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

I will have CS up by end of weekend.

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

You have my moth gal~

Château de La Lune

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Constance Monroe

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Location: Evergreen room - The Hallway
Skills: N/A

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Constance was in a good mood as she started to walk out of her room. Last night had been amazing, even if there was a slight throbbing in her temples that reminded her why drinking water while drinking and enjoying the company of others was important. She had just been so caught up in the moment, and was sure that she would be enjoying Tony's company again later. Perhaps after the banquet that night, or whatever it was call. She was not going to fuss too much with words, she was going to focus on her morning routine and then getting some light breakfast in her when that was served.

She hadn't taken more than two steps out of her room when a half dressed man started accosting her, asking where Tony was. She put up her hands in front of her and just looked at him. "It is entirely too early for Lawrence to have gotten his nose broken a third time, so please calm yourself." She rubbed her temples softly as she looked at the skinny nearly naked man. "Also, why on earth are you out here without any clothing on at all?

She sighed as she looked at Rhiannon poke her head out and tell them that Tony was in the room next to hers. "See, now you know where he is. Excuse me." She gently pushed past him, (Sam was his name if she remembered right) and then went to head for the main stair case. She had a mental scheduled to maintain and she was already a few minutes behind at this point. She reached the top of the stairs and paused as she looked at the bottom of them. Now she understood why there was so much of a fuss being kicked up. The body at the bottom was her bathroom mate... and she did not look like she was ever going to get up ever again.

Château de La Lune

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Constance Monroe

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Location: The Bar -> The Lounge
Skills: N/A

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Constance was mostly enjoying Tony’s company too much to notice how the La Lunes had started to peel away and leave the lounge, until Eleanor spoke up. She nodded and looked towards the windows when Eleanor mentioned the storm. She was a big girl, she wasn’t afraid of storms, but she didn’t much like being caught outside in them. Thankfully, she had no reason to go outside tonight. She had plenty of reason to stay inside, after all.

She turned back to Tony and took another sip of her drink. ”Do we wish to stay here for a bit longer, or shall we move to the lounge or elsewhere?”

Tony looked around the room, assessing how many people were left in the room. ”It looks like most of the others are leaving, so I can’t imagine the lounge will be much more private, but I haven’t been there yet so I wouldn’t mind a change of scenery. Unless you had anywhere else you wanted to explore in this place?” he asked, as he took a sip of his scotch.

”We could move to the lounge then. I’m sure we could find somewhere else to go when we desire some more privacy later.” Constance smiled softly as she took another sip of her champagne, and then set the glass down. ”Shall we bring our drinks with us?”

Tony nodded, standing. ”It would be blasphemous to waste good scotch, or to shoot it, so I suppose we shall,” he answered with a chuckle at the thought. He offered his arm as he came around to her side of the table.

She smiled softly at that, as she gently picked up her glass in one hand and took his arm with hers and relaxed against him a bit. ”The lounge was upstairs, if I recall correctly? Near the rooms?”

”I believe so, behind the bedrooms. I think some of the bedrooms have a door connecting to it, although I haven’t checked,” Tony replied, as he began leading the way out of the room.

”Oh, really? Maybe that’s what that extra door in my room is for then. I didn’t have much time to explore my room earlier. I was a bit busy making sure my clothing were presentable for dinner.” Constance chuckled softly at that as she walked with him out of the room. ”Though that is good to know in that case if that is true.”

Tony chuckled. ”Neither did I, it took most of the time before dinner to steam my suit. It definitely would have been nice to have a bit more time before dinner, but oh well,” he replied as they left the rec room and made their way up the stairs.

”Oh, I know right? I had to make sure I was ready in time, and it felt a little rushed, but it still worked out in the end. Though I’ll be thankful for tomorrow’s schedule. I believe it is a little less cramped.” Constance chuckled at that.

”Yeah, there isn't really anything planned for tomorrow besides the ball, right? Based on how dinner went, I'm sure that will be… interesting.”

”Oh yes, that will be interesting.” Constance really hoped that the other nominees wouldn’t be showing up in shorts and t-shirts to the ball, but really given how dinner went she was honestly expecting anything to happen. She let herself be lead as she looked around for the lounge. ”I do hope you don’t have to end up setting any noses again.”

”Well the only person that seems to be going out of their way to get themselves hurt is Lawrence, and I wasn't asked to fix him the second time, so I can't imagine there'll be any further need for my expertise. If he does get himself hurt again, frankly I don't know if I'd even want to help him. Especially if he's going to ignore my instructions anyway…” Tony trailed off, frowning slightly as he remembered the sight of Lawrence drinking at the bar, after Tony had explicitly told him to stop drinking. ”Anyway, the lounge… that hallway didn't lead anywhere except the bedrooms, so I imagine it must be through here?” he thought aloud, as he led Constance through the door at the top of the stairs.

”Too true. He seems to be on his own path of self-destruction.” Constance sighed softly as she remembered how Lawrence had been acting at both dinner and the bar. ”Oh, I imagine so. Let’s go through here.” She gently pushed through the door and smiled once they found the lounge. ”Shall we?”