Lady Absinthia

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Morose

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

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Kyra

Location: Cross Swords Tavern
Interacting With: Njat, Keystone, Sana, And So Forth.
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Kyra picked at her food and eventually slid over the bowl to Ash; to which he ate contently. There wasn't anything wrong with it, it was just that the woman was worried about her childhood friend. She was of half a mind to go over to the temple and see what the hold up was but her thoughts were derailed by Njat showing up. She looked up at him and cocked a brow. "I learned enough," she said before standing up and dusting herself off.

"Though I have nothing to share with you right now," she stated frankly as her eyes drifted back towards the door of the tavern. She didn't know what he had talked about with the man she had "met" earlier but she wasn't risking anything right then. The man presented himself as if he had information but had sat down in a tavern to talk with the people she was traveling with instead of reporting to the local Constable. That didn't sit right with her. Now someone who barely said anything to her was trying to ask her questions. She wasn't sharing anything with him yet. He had proven himself a good fighter but trustworthy? That had yet to be built.

"Kyra," Sana said from behind, causing Kyra to spin around. The hardened cold ranger actually smiled and quickly ran over to the group. Wrapping her arm around Sana and hugging her tightly. It was a rare show of emotion from the woman but it only caused Sana to chuckle.

"You're okay?!" Kyra asked quickly as she let her go. Noting that Sana had returned the hug but was still leaning against Keystone.

"Tired, hungry but yes, fine. How I don't know, thought that lunatic was killing me..." Sana said before looking over towards Keystone.

"What?" Kyra asked confused.

"It's a long story..."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Okay, finally posted - Sorry about the delay.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Elizaveta Romanova

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Location: St. Etheldreda's - Carriage House

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"Yes, of course," Elizaveta stated quietly as she went with the young nun to gather her things. She kept quiet as they walked, just enjoying the silence. For her it was not awkward to be in silence around others. In fact she could welcome it after such a endeavor as she had endured earlier. She felt far too many times people spoke just to hear themselves instead of listening to what was truly being said or what was occurring around them. It made them miss so much that was going that was worth noticing; especially in this day and age when if you missed a small detail it could mean the difference between life and death.

Her guard opened the door to the lavishly constructed Russian style carried and Elizaveta nodded in thanks to him before glancing over towards Mary. "No gratitude needed Lady Mary. It is well you are ready for what the evening could hold," she said in a reassuring voice before stepping up into the carriage and having a seat on the plush red velvet upholstery. Waiting for Mary to enter and have a seat across from her before the door was shut. A simple tap on the glass and they were off.

After a few minutes of gazing out of the window she took a small breath and let the drapery fall into place covering the view from the outside world in. Turning she smiled lightly towards Mary. "I am not sure of the custom's here in these lands. There is talk but many times the rank of one nation are not upheld by another. Lady is perfectly fine in my mind but in my home it is Velikaia Kniaginia," she said in a soft wistful voice before looking away.

"Grand Duchess."

Grand Duchess? Then perhaps the pieces would fall into place. The last name was that of the Czar of Russia but having the same last name as an Emperor rarely meant much, could be a distant relation. Someone still a member of the court but if her title was Grand Duchess that meant she was the daughter of Alexander. Yet hadn't she died more than a decade ago? Both daughters of Alexander were said to have passed away when no more than toddlers.

Turning and looking back over towards Mary as they headed towards Almack's she nodded slightly. "We have much to discuss after this evening draws to a close."

The carriage continued on it's way and in another part of the city, more was going on. Inside Wyndham manor they had their own sort of chaos, a much ore violent sort. In the hallway against the broken door of the study rested the butler of the home, Everett. The old man had blood trickling down his head as Abigail tried to tend to him. He was alive but had obviously been through an event of his own that evening.

'Oh thank heavens your back!" Abigail chirped with relief seeing Gerard come back. "It was horrible! We were robbed!" she exclaimed.

The office had been broken into, through one of the westerly windows. Glass was shattered on the ground outside of the house and lay in pieces on the hedges. It had been broken from the inside out? Then how did the robber get into the room? The place was torn upside down but what was missing? None of the valuables seemed stolen. At least at first inspection. If something was missing it wasn't a bobble or trinket.

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Millicent Wyndham

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Location: Almack's

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As the dance drew to a close Millicent could not scurry away from Lord Rutherford fast enough but he kept close on her heels. To the tables she went, where the trays were lined up with food and beverage as long as they could go; piled deep and high. Her skin still crawled from his touch. A dance was supposed to be just that, a dance. It wasn't even the waltz which they had danced to together. So there was no need for closeness but he had pulled her in nonetheless, curling in fingers into her skin through her dress. Silk did little to hide the heat from his body and it made her feel the acid bubbling in the back of her throat. She had hoped that would have been enough closeness for the time being but it seemed he was intent on keeping his talons on her flesh.

"Aww, to scuttle off in the manner you did will make others think I have the plague. We mustn't make them think that," he growled against her ear as he placed his hand unbecomingly against the back of her waist again. It was a subtle movement but she knew it would cause scandal if any one witnessed it. To touch another woman so freely off the dance floor would make the gossip mongers night, whispering that they were more than just acquaintances. Starting talks of courtship and engagement. Such words had forced more than one woman to the nuptials.

"We are no longer on the dance floor Lord Rutherford," she firmly reminded him as she wiggled away.

"Quite right," he chuckled as his fingers curled in as she stepped out of his grasp. "Though that wouldn't matter if we were more," he stated flatly as he eyed her like a piece of prey.

Millicents eyes widened and she found herself swallowing hard. "Millicent!" her mother squawked as she came over and for once she had never been so happy to see the woman. Apparently she hadn't seen what was occurring and in her want to push the two closer together she had just stepped in-between Millicent and Lord Rutherford, stopping his next attempted grope without meaning to. She knew if her step mother had seen it, she would have kept her distance just long enough to cause the proper stir.

"Mother?" she asked as she was thrust a glass of champagne. Taking it she nodded before glancing towards her sisters who were thankfully elsewhere and out of the line of sight of these two.

"It is wondrous to see you two have made up. Such a handsome couple out on the dance floor you made. I hope to see more of that this evening," Mrs. Wyndham crooned.

"As do I," Lord Rutherford said as he nodded towards the woman. Millicent looked away, forcing a smile before she did only to let it fade away to blankness as her eyes scanned the room.

"Millicent?!" Mrs Wyndham barked, pulling Milli out of the haze. Apparently the woman had said something and Milli had not replied soon enough.

"Forgive me mother, I feel a tad light headed. I must refresh myself. I shall return shortly," she said before moving away as quickly as she could while retaining her pride.

"Hurry back," Lord Rutherford said with a broad devilish grin.

"God help me..." Millicent said to herself as she moved through the crowd. The Waltz would be starting soon, she had no one on her dance card and Lord Rutherford seemed bent on digging his claws into her once again.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Scallop On day 6

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Will be posting today once I take care of some things around the house - was going to post yesterday but the flu has hit my house and I am a poor victim of it....

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

@BlackSam3091 No worries.

General notice to the rest of the group - until further notice. Black is on extended extension.

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

@FantasyChic Yes, feel free to control her as an NPC currently. Considering the circumstances that is perfectly fine. (You can control her as an NPC until further notice.)

And old player looking to begin anew

Welcome to our little slice of Wonderland. Look around, get a feel for the place. Remember that straitjackets are on the left and padded rooms are on the right. When in doubt, just embrace the RP and roll with it.

Lady A~

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

@The Grey Dust Gonna give a gentle reminder - no edits, even typos, can be made without first asking the GM permission. Just gonna give a reminder this time, but this is usually a remove from RP offense. (Not that I am worried about you changing actions or such after you post that people are trying to reply to but I have had enough run in's with unethical Rpers to make sure that I have to give okay on all edits before they happen.)