Lady Absinthia

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Pundii - On day 6

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

@ONL - On day 6

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

@RokkuHoshi Please note that with twins you will need to fill out in completion two Cs's not a combined one - and that you will begin the RP with one of them or the other not both. I do allow established Rpers to Rp more than one character but until you have been Rping with the group for a while and I can see you can handle the posting the schedule, I do only allow a single character to need to post for. (It lets me gauge if you can keep up and such since the posting rules are rigorous and strict and I want to ensure you won't fall behind trying to post for multiple characters.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Pundii - On day 7

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@mnkee God,I created one evil step mother, lol

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Madness, they call it madness but yet what is so mad about it? My mind feels many things but anger is not one of them except towards the vile creatures which doth hold me here within these walls of protection as they call them. Is that the madness to which they speak of or it is more? What anger I do find within me is directed towards them. It was thee who came for me in the night, ripped me from the womb of which I knew. How dare they, because they felt they had a right? What right should they possess over my own form that I should not be able to claim as my own, what should they be able to claim over me which I have not permitted them to?

Madness, they call it! If I am mad, then they made me so. Disturbing me and my own thoughts, interrupting which was not their to come in. They think they see but yet they do not. Mad? They have no idea. They believe they know what dwells within the deep recesses of my mind and yet they know not which dwells in the dark folds of gray matter within my skull or in my soul. They know now what they have awoken, what they are bringing forth. It is their folly and it will be their undoing yet they do not see it as of yet. They will, soon, they will see beyond what they believe they know. Their trespasses will be paid in blood and boils, in pain and suffering. It will not be mine, no it will not be mine.

Madness, they call it. Name it if they can but I belong not to them. I belong to no one and I will wander these lands long after their hearts have have ceased to beat and their breath has stilled. Not by my hands will their souls be set free but by their own. They will see it, they will hear it, they will speak of it! No... They will not speak of it, speak of it nevermore. Let it fall on silent tongues which know the language not. A whimper will not be uttered from them as I bathe in their blood. No, Madness it is not but it will be. Let them keep pushing, let them keeping tearing through the veils of a life they should not dare delve into. I have warned them, I have warned you but you do not listen do you? Such will be your undoing! God will show you no sympathy for all the spirits you have lost, not even for you own.

March 21st, 1823

@Morose - Once you leave the manor it will take some time to travel from your home at the Strand to Almack's, roughly a little more than a hour by carriage to make the distance; yet on the way you could always stop by to see Milli - her home is on the way, about half way the distance between the two. Perhaps you would like to stop for a morning calling or to try to see if she would like to attend with you. She had mentioned that she would be going to the event that evening, granted that was a bit of a given considering how her step mother is, never one to pass up an event such as this to thrust her daughters into the arms of some unsuspecting man in hopes to be caught in a compromising position and force a marriage.

@Rivaan - The messenger nods and darts off rather rapidly as to not continue the conversation. More and more are in the park and the day is turning out well enough for no but there is the smell of rain in the air. Granted this is London and closing in on summer, rain is to be expected. The skies are just cloudy enough to let small peeks of sun through still, it should be a wet evening unless the winds change. As you continue your walk people seem to try to avoid you, making sure their path goes out of their way but they are anything but discreet in keeping their eyes from you, it is obvious that they are judging you and their snickering is easy to hear from several gaggles of young women as they point fingers.

@mnkee - The Inn is nice enough, being near Hyde Park one would expect nothing less. You are about a single hours carriage right to Almack's but you still have plenty of time before you need to make your way there. There are a few women that pass with their escorts as they stroll, you can hear comments about how vulgar it is for a woman to be walking around in breeches in the park. One of the women smiles over towards Fyror at first until she sees the scar on his face before her smile fades and it is clear she is disgusted by the sight. Looking away quickly before hurrying off. You have secured the third and top floor of the inn; a room for the parentals, one for your sister, one for your brother, one for yourself - there is a sitting room on the third floor in the center area for you all to use at your leisure.

@Sigil - The streets are as you would expect during this time of the day and Sister Mary is well known enough by sight alone for people to know who she is. Granted she is of the Catholic Church so one has to wonder if they just tolerate her because of her skills instead of accepting her because of her grace. If she accepts going to Almack's to prep for the event for the evening she might want to head there soon. It will be over an hour to get there by horse, and an hour back to her Abby, then an hour back again. Three hours alone between the trips, plus whatever time she would need to spend at Almack's checking the security.

@Lauder - If the Father cares to Visit anyone while out and about before he readies himself for the evening and trip to Almacks (which will take over an hour on horse or by carriage, nearly two hours on foot to get to), he has some choices. There is always the Abby near by where Sister Mary is, or Miss Wyndham who lives near Hyde Park and that is only about twenty minutes on foot. Though out of the corner of your eye you may notice Sister Mary herself as she is trying to make her way to her current destination, she does stick out a bit. Could always see what she is up to. There are other things you could tend to, and there are plenty on the street that perhaps need to hear the word. Down the street you see some paupers who seem to be up to something but as the crowd passes before you and then clear again, they are gone.

Millicent Wyndham

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Location: Wyndham Estate near Hyde Park (Stables - Inside)

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Millicent heard Gerard's words and stopped at the steps leading up to the rear door of the kitchen. Turning slightly as she stood there, she held the flowers close to her breast and forced a sorrowful smile to him. "Once again I thank you for your kind words and your tolerance of those within this household Mr. Connolly. I know not what I how I would manage these days without your presence. I do pray that I am blessed enough when I am forced to wed to have a husband who is half a gentleman as yourself," she said in a wistful voice. Curtsying she then turned and made her way into the home, the door closing behind her but it did nothing to stifle the sounds of her step mothers voice and its shrill. Though words could not be heard, it was obvious that the woman was berating Millicent as per usual after she spoke up in such manners.

"You must learn to hold your tongue Millicent or no man should have you. The way you speak so freely is unbecoming of a woman in search of a husband," Elizabeth scolded Milli from the breakfast table, her sisters snickering slightly. It was not that they did not love their step sister but they never understood why Millicent would not at least try to gain a man to wed, if anything to get her the ability to leave the house and live without Elizabeth constantly badgering her. Millicent knew why though, she refused to marry until she was sure her sisters were taken care of and wed to kind men who would not hurt them and would protect them.

"Such a tongue did not stop my mother from capturing a loving man whom adored her," Millicent shot back with venom in her voice. Elizabeth went red in the face and nearly lobbed her morning tea towards Millicent before they were interrupted.

"Lord Ratherford to see Miss Wyndham," their butler announced and the girls squealed in delight, debating which of them he was there to see. Elizabeth's face going from angered to joyous rather quickly.

"Such a Lord in our home? A man of such title and wealth, it will be a good day. And which of my fine daughters does he seek a morning seat with?" Mrs. Wyndham asked. Lord Ratherford, an Earl in his own right even at the young age of five and twenty for his father had passed away during a night when out on an evening constitutional, Soulless claiming him as food some years before. Ratherford had inherited the title but wealth that Millicents step mother spoke of was none. The man's father had left the estate in much debt, borrowing from Millicents father on numerous occasions. Millicent did not want the man in her home, she had heard rumor enough of his escapades to make her toes curl.

"Miss Millicent madam."

The room went hush and Millicent went still as stone. Her step mother rising from her seat and shoving the girl finally. "You go see him to the sun room, Millicent will be along shortly," she said and the butler headed off to do his duty. "Millicent you do as you must, such a title you could never hope to catch if it were left to you. You know what to do and I expect you to be true to your gender and to this house."

Millicent narrowed her eyes towards her step mother but said nothing, storming off and up to her room to "freshen up" for the calling. She nearly threw the flowers against the wall before stopping herself and sighing. Looking down at the bright petals her fingers ran over them softly before she found a vase and filled it with water to place them in. Arranging them she set them on her vanity and pulled back the thin fabric of her window, glancing down at the stables below where Gerard worked and slept most nights. After a moment she let the drapes fall into place as Abigail helped her change into her sitting gown and a pair of silken slippers to wear to meet the Lord.

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

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@Pundii @Morose @FantasyChic @Nallore @Sigil @ONL

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Peter looked over towards his uncle and smiled slightly. "Dry if you would uncle but I do hope that we are not celebrating prematurely. I can only hope that Vera will be open to my talks tomorrow," he said as he took a seat and leaned back, resting his cane next to him and glancing around the officers club as Miss Ridgeway joined them. Glancing towards his uncle at his question he cocked a brow. "Perfectly fine, well perhaps not. I do have some flashbacks of my time before my return but that is to be expected after the war. Shell shock is not the most wonderful thing to deal with but I have a feeling that is not what you are referring. Dare I ask what you are speaking of or why there were so many in Vera's office when I arrived? She mentioned helping the group, it must be something of great importance. Do I have permission to be informed on the details of it by yourself or should I wait and ask Vera personally?"

Aziza let him take the cigarette and nodded slightly as she bit her bottom lip, watching him closely as he seemed to try to calm himself. You need't face these demons alone Mr. Walsh," she said in a sympathetic voice. Sighing she turned and leaned back against the wall next to him. Resting her hands in front of her as she clutched her bag she looked over grounds of the barracks and then to the stars up in the sky. "We can feel so alone in this world, as if others won't understand or because they were not there they cannot help. I too felt like that many years ago. I wondered how anyone could help me but it only took the ear of a kind old man in uniform to help me open up some and lift some of the weight in my heart. I have never faced war like you have but I have faced my own war, one I am still fighting each day."

Looking down she kicked at the ground slightly as she opened her bag and pulled out a small worn piece of muslin cloth. Pulling it through er fingers a few times before glancing over towards Harry out of the corner of her eyes. "I am forever fighting a loosing war to see my son again. I carry the wounds of the war here," she added as she pointed to a few places on her skin where they were faded scars dotting her flesh that one would not notice unless they were truly looking for them. "And here," she said as she rested her hand on her heart. Forcing a slightly smile she tucked the piece of cloth away and looked over to Harry before slipping her arms over his shoulders and hugging him gently, just holding herself against him for a long moment. "I'm here should you ever need me Harry."

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Location: Egyptian Museum

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Vera couldn't believe what she was hearing, it seemed that he was enjoying making her this angered and hurt. As if she was some toy to play with, a pawn in his game. The click of her heels stopped as she whirled around and out of no where the flat of her hand landed across his cheek and the sound of skin on skin echoed through the halls of the museum. She had actually just slapped him. Granted she wasn't a strong women physically and had no skill in the arts of fighting but she was a woman and slapping a man across the cheek when he insulted said woman seemed to come as second nature. As if they were born with the knowledge and skill to execute it.

"How dare you, as if I was some blithering idiot. A hydrogen peroxided debutante just flowering for your attentions. I am not some mouse for you to play cat games with Mr. Drake! Had I had any affections for you, and I am not saying that I am, I am far more likely to admit such folly if you would cease and desist with your mind games. Even then I can assure you that I would be hard pressed to admit anything but a general apathetic loathing of your presence currently. Why in the name of the Pharaoh's admit such personal misguided feelings to one I know for certain harbors nothing for me in return? I would rather skip naked through London smeared in plum jam and wearing a tear cozy on my head than to profess sentiments of caring and love to someone that sees me as nothing more than a conquest. A tomb to be raided and pillaged only to be left empty and destroyed inside. You wish to have some wallflower falls head over heals for you only to be scorched by the dry Sahara of your heart then I suggest you seek entertainment elsewhere."

Her words bellowed from her lips as she spoke and each moment that passed it became more and more clear just how insulted and hurt she truly was. She was hardly holding anything back at this moment other than just straight out admitting she felt something for him but she was going to be damned to say it at this point. The smug look on his face, his words, told her it didn't matter who she was, he would have done the same thing if it was her, Josephine, Lady Kingston, or any woman that crossed his path. Shaking her head she turned around and stormed off at an alarming rate down into the deep storage of the museum, not even thinking that she had yelled so loudly that her voice would have echoed through each area of the museum. Coming to the shelves where the tiles where held she nearly toppled the cart over as she flung it next to the stacks and started moving the tiles onto it. Keeping her head down as her bangs came down and covered her features hiding her expression from view and thankful for once for the unruly curls.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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@Morose @Sigil - "No, no member of the Jackson Five. I was in the designing process of the I-Limb during my graduate studies at Georgia Tech for Prosthetic Engineering. Lost the hand when I was 8, reason I chose the field I did. Upkeeps a bitch, why I keep it gloved. Less chances of it getting mucked up at a Walker, and no worries. I was the same way the first time I saw it completed," he laughed before looking over to Bridgette and cracking up with laughter. "Damn woman, you have that hard a time getting laid right now? Seriously, would think you could scare any man into submission," he taunted her before looking over as the group started moving the injured out of the school and towards the truck.

@Oliver @Nallore @FantasyChic @Rivaan @Sigil @Morose - Astrid and Lyon made quick work to get everyone outside, waiting for Mike and Amelia to get outside with the pillows and blankets, laying them out in the bed of the truck before moving each of the patients into it. Lyon holding his hand out for Tiffany to climb in and get seated next to Ray once he was situated. Astrid climbed into the back and glanced around as Lyon whistled and waved the trio at the gate over. "Marx, you're going to Newnan, they need your help with," he said before pointing towards Ray. Marx nodded and ran over, looking at the leg for a minute before Astrid spoke up. "Can you ride?" she asked pointing to Edgar. He cocked a brow and nodded. "Good, you ride him. Names Edgar, cause him harm and you die, by her spear," she said pointing to Bridgette.

@Morose - Sana cocked her head around to Ed slowly as he asked her if she wasn't trying to seduce him. She nearly doubled over in laughter but the look on his features stopped her. He looked genuinely confused. As if it was beyond him that someone wouldn't be trying to trick him or use him. Slinging her cross bow over her shoulder she shut the door again and took a breath as she stepped over to Ed. Shaking her head slightly as she did and reaching out, resting her hand on his shoulder. "Vous séduire? Non, je n'essaie pas de vous séduire. Je vous aiderai, oui. Soyez là pour vous, oui. Obtenez votre aide, oui. Essayez de vous mettre au lit, non." Sighing she shook her head once again and pulled him in slightly, giving him a gentle and friendly hug, nothing more and nothing less before she stepped back and over to the door. Glancing over her shoulder she smiled slightly as she opened the door. "Alors, vous allez rester? Ou vais-je vous escorter jusqu'à la porte pour partir?"

Translation

Vous séduire? Non, je n'essaie pas de vous séduire. Je vous aiderai, oui. Soyez là pour vous, oui. Obtenez votre aide, oui. Essayez de vous mettre au lit, non. - Seduce you? No, I'm not trying to seduce you. I will help you, yes. Be there for you, yes. Get your help, yes. Try to get to bed, no.

Alors, vous allez rester? Ou vais-je vous escorter jusqu'à la porte pour partir? - So you're going to stay? Or will I escort you to the door to go?

@Caits @Nallore @Sigil - Over in the infirmary things are about as tense as would be expected considering the fact that Neisha hadn't been allowed in the place with Froggy in there in some time other than a quick run in and run out. Froggy gave Neisha a quick nod before he went back to work and Beni smiled at the girl. "Right, I have one man who just lost a leg out in the woods, a child with severe malnutrition - both were found today so we don't know anything about them other than they need help and we can't provide it. The third is an orphan who has been with us for six months, apparently he pulled what any little boy does when playing outside, broke his leg in a hole in the yard basically. Compound fracture." Froggy looked up and then over to Neisha, asking her to get together pain meds, antibiotics, and so forth that she could scavenge from what resources they had (med listings are in the original ooc)

@Sigil @Morose - Tatiana smiled as she lofted over another pin or two over towards Bahzooli before looking back over to Jack. "Star only as bright as light shine on it, you shine brighter than anyone my Jack," she said with a giggle before she got back to her dance, glancing between Jack and Bahzooli between her movements and waiting to catch and loft as needed for the show, moving the pins in her hands as she danced when she had them and turning up the dance even more before once she no longer had a pin in her hands to slow it down so people would focus more on Bahzooli when he was in the middle of his more indepth movements.

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

@rivaan Up tumbler LOL

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

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Sana & Epona

Location: Hell Frozen Over
Interacting With: Hypothermia

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Ever wonder how those shit storms start out? Well if you watch closely you can see. You see, you have one frozen person, well near frozen, get hit by one and then another and suddenly you are the core of a pin ball and if there had been more ice and frost on the ground it probably would have turned into one of those cartoon scenes where one guy starts rolling down a snow covered hill and by the time he reaches the cabin at the bottom of the hill it is a snowball the size of the damn cabin and well... you know what happens.

Sana didn't know what the hell had hit her or what was happening, she just felt the world spinning and not in a good way. I mean, she was turning head over heels and it wasn't love driving the feeling. If her insides hadn't felt like they were frozen solid she might have thrown up. Well there was still a chance that she was going to vomit all over the place but it was going to come out of her more like a frozen regurgitated not-so-hungry mans dinner right out of the frozen food section - except in a long tube cylinder instead of a rectangle. Where was a microwave when one needed one?

Oh well, there isn't one. Sana doesn't have much she can actually do but she tries anyway. She tries to stop, to tumble out of the group, to roll this way or that. Anything to get out of the current predicament but hell, being frozen and tumbling makes it difficult. Come on, she needs help. Epona is there, darting after the ball but the horse knows better than to head butt it. She is just trying to keep at this point and keep herself between everything else and the ball of what she thinks is her master right then.