Lady Absinthia

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Dragoknighte - On day 6

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

@Pundii Oh god, remember what happened last time you posted when you were drinking? Just get it in before you turn over to day 8 and before your 3rd glass of wine. We learned once you hit 4, shit gets weird.

When Royalty Collides ~Closed~

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Interacting With: @ayzrules @mnkee @Kyrisse

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That term had wiggled its way into the conversation, old-fashioned; not just once but multiple times. Elizaveta detested the phrase, one that was used against her time and time again. People telling her that she was old-fashioned, that she was too rooted in the past, that she needed to be a more modern woman despite the fact that she took her title into her own hands and went among her people in a way that most regents would never even consider. Yet, she did not let her feathers ruffle. She had heard it so many times, she let it go, rolling off her calm exterior like water off a ducks back; or in this case a swans. A gentle smile played on her lips as she chose the words to reply to Mei's sudden speech against old fashion notions.

"I will admit that I both agree and disagree with you on this topic. Why we do need to make progress towards a more modern outlook and in turn actions, some things are so deeply rooted in tradition for a reason. On one hand, I believe that titles in the end mean nothing. A true ruler is not defined by the blood they were born with but by the blood they shed for their people and their willingness to lay themselves on the line for the greater good. A ruler that is not willing to get down in the muck and mire along side their own people has no right to lead to them for they cannot understand what their people are living through if they are not able to live through it themselves. How can one help if one does not educate themselves? It is like requesting a handmaiden to save the life of a man who is wounded in battle. They can try, they will fumble, and most likely fail where a surgeon who is educated in such matters stands a far better chance," Veta said in a dignified voice. Pausing for a moment before she continued.

"And yet some things that a person may consider to be old-fashioned are deeply rooted traditions for a reason and are in fact simply timeless. Courtesy, integrity, courtship, etiquette, compassion; such things should never be forgotten. Perhaps titles and ceremonies are a bit out dated but they give us and our people something to hold onto, something that bridges the gaps between class and monetary security. Why else would be here? Betrothal is considered an old-fashion practice that I would suspect many here are not in favor of and yet here we are. To create bridges between our nations and ourselves to what we hope in the end will be for the betterment of each paired nation. And for those that find solace in their pairings a strong foundation that isn't based on a momentary and perhaps fleeting attraction," she added, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

"Though I will admit, Princess Meow would have caused me to take a step back and then perhaps to burst out in a chortle. It does have a nice ring to it," she added with a dove like giggle. Seeing her betrothed enter the room Veta nodded in greeting. "Good morning dear, I trust you slept well," she said in a kind voice, opting to ask about why he had been out so early with another later on; when less eyes and ears were on them. It would not be good nor proper to start a confrontation in the middle of breakfast; especially after he had all but ignored her farewell and goodnight the evening before. Something she wondered how many had taken note of. It was not boding well that her betrothed should blush at another in just speaking while a kiss on his cheek did not even render an acknowledgement from his soon to be wife.

Turning her attention to Feora as she entered the room, Elizaveta pushed the future conversation out of her mind. Down casting her eyes she gave a slight curtsy towards Feora. "Good morning to you Princess Feora, a truly beautiful color choice. It compliments you in such a more endearing fashion than it does me," she said lightly as she looked at her own shirt and then Feora's. They seemed to have a similar taste in what needed to be worn that morning, picking similar outfits - down to the same shade of blouse, wearing jeans, and boots. "One would think we planned this."

When Royalty Collides ~Closed~

Working on a post now.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

@Lucius Cypher Sounds good since you are on day 4

Also, @The Grey Dust and @Rivaan - you are on day 4 as well.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

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Kyra & Sana

Location: The Orc Cave (Outside)
Interacting With: Sana (no one at first, then those listening) - Kyra (Those listening)

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Sana tuned out the sounds of those speaking around her. She hadn't slept much the night before and the three nights before that she had spent the majority of the time traveling to try to find Kyra. She needed the rest, just a few hours would do until they could get back to the village but a few hours nonetheless. Thinking to herself as she began to doze off she wondered if trying to get everyone back to the village was the way to go. Sure they had to leave someone behind but the wagon was broken and only two of them had animals to ride, so the journey would be slow.

Kyra ran her fingers through Sana's hair as she watched her friend, listening to what everyone else was saying. She doubted the Chief would agree to letting Cremwise be the one to stay behind. He had used the entire situation against the Orcs and the group for his own personal gain. It would be nothing to either side to have him die. He would want someone that at least appeared to mean someone to the group, other wise the gesture was pointless. "Well I say we leave Cremwise here either way. If the Chief accepts him as the one that remains that great but if not I don't see why we should stick our neck out to protect him on the wall back to the village after what he pulled," Kyra said as she leaned back against the tree.

The thought about what to do was in Sana's head now and like most times when a thought got stuck in her mind it would leave and it wouldn't let her sleep. Grumbling to herself she rolled her head into Kyra's lap for a moment before growling as she sat up. Giving a rather frustrated huff she stood up and dusted herself off. Kyra eying Sana as she started to move, she knew that look all too well. Sana had something on her mind and she doubted whatever was about to go come out of her mouth was going to be something anyone could talk her out of.

"Actually, everyone should stay behind except two of us," Sana muttered and Kyra cocked a brow. Watching Sana as she started to walk towards the cave some she tilted her head to the side as Sana approached Calanon and tapped the man on the shoulder. "Hey, between you and your elk and me and Epona, we could get there and back in half the time it would take the group as a whole to get even half way back to the village. How about we just set out at first light and get this shit taken care of?" Sana said in a rather decided tone. It came out as more of a this is what we are doing than a hey, what do you think about this?

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

@SouffleGirl123 Sucks that is going on but no worries.

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Cynthia & Marc

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Location: Police Station

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Tim just rolled his eyes at Riley. "Really? You're the only one with a target on your back? So that makes it okay? Yeah, I don't have one do I? Neither does Marc does he? Or wait, yes, we do and we do every day in our line of work. We are just as much a target as you are hell even more so since we are the ones trying to catch this maniac. So take it and shove it Riley. Marc might be the type to forgive a comment like that but I ain't Marc. What you and more so your sister said is unfucking forgivable. Don't like me, fine but damn, Marc has been there for everyone since he was a kid if you don't remember. As far as I am concerned Chloe can get her act together and seek some forgiveness for what she said or get the fuck out of our my squad house," Tim snapped.

Biting his tongue as he overheard the exchange, the FBI agent just sat there trying to get Cynthia to calm down as Riley came over. Marc glanced over at Riley and sighed a bit as he turned back to Cynthia and wrapped his coat around her as she wrapped her own arms around herself. "And you and Chloe yelling at me is really helping Riley? Don't know why I expected better from you two but I did. I might not like what Time just said but on some level I agree with it. Anyways, doesn't matter my personal views or how big the target on my back is; it won't stop me from doing my job. Just get you and anyone else that wants to go to the safe house ready. We leave in five," Marc stated flatly as he pulled Cynthia's hair out from under the collar of his coat and then leaned her back against the wall behind the bench she was seated on.

Marc shook his head some as he stood up and headed back over to Tim, pulling him over to the side as he snatched up the annual Riley had handed Tim last night and looking through who was dead, who was still alive, and trying to figure out from their classmates interests, reasons to be made superlatives, and senior quotes who it could be. He hoped Lawson was okay but right then he knew his military friend wasn't an intended target, just a bystander.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

@FantasyChic On day 6

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Rivaan On day 4

@Morose On day 3