Lady Absinthia

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

~ducks~ @Nallore, girl you know I knew that was coming.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Nallore ~sings~ I kissed a corpse and I liked it

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@rivaan No, they don't get sick... God I wish I was.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@rivaan lol Too late, got it up.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Elizaveta Romanova

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Location: Carriage (Heading For Almack's)

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Elizaveta gave a soft coo like chortle and shook her head towards Mary. "There is no need my good voman for apologies. It not an entirely large matter for myself, vhy I viated until nov to make the small correction. If you vere to introduce me at Almack's I did not vant you to be put on the spot as it vere." The Grand Duchess reached over and rested her hand over Mary's giving it a reassuring squeeze before letting go. Her smile remaining as she leaned back and got as comfortable as one could in the carriage in her gowns. She spoke light heartedly; kind and unimposing, as if she was far older than she truly was.

Nodding she rested her hands in her lap. "Hov vould you vish me to call you? It is your choice of course. Vith me, I care not how you introduce me but vhen it is just us or my guards, please just call me Veta. Friends are fev to come by and far in betveen. You have good soul, I should like to call you friend."

A friend, such a simple thing but something that was hard to come by in this world. Especially between people of different backgrounds and social classes. Yet Elizaveta could see Mary being a dear friend in the future. They shared a faith in god that strengthened them, a fight against the soulless, and being underestimated because of their gender in a patriarchal world. Yes, Elizaveta could call Mary a friend quiet easily.

As the carriage carried on towards Almack's Everett looked over to Gerard and nodded. "Yes, I am alright. Have one heck of a headache but I should be fine," he said as Abigail helped him to his feet. He was still a bit unsteady on his feet, Abigail giving him a shoulder to lean on.

Cook brought out form the kitchen a hot damp rag and handed it over to Abigail for Everett before addressing Gerard's questions. "Not sure. I heard a noise up stairs about an hour ago but when Abigail went to look she didn't see anything."

"That's right, well Miss Milli's window was open but I figured she had opened it when she was in her room before she left and just forgotten to close it," Abigail said before biting her bottom lip. She got a worried look on her face.

"What is it girl? Spit it out." Cook said quickly seeing the look on the young girls face.

"The flowers. Miss Milli had flowers this morning. She put them in a vase by the window. I don't think they were there when I checked a while ago..." she said but she couldn't remember clearly. Everything was happening so quickly. Sure enough, if someone went to check they would find the flowers gone. Looking outside the window there was a broken vase on the ground near the bushes below Millicent's window and the trellis was snapped in several places where it looked like someone had climbed up.

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Millicent Wyndham

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Location: Almack's

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Almack's was swirling, the upper class mingling and dancing. It was as if there was no Soulless out in the world or that anyone had died. Well that wasn't exactly true. There were rumors flying around. Of course the more they went from person to person the more excited the tales became. One person turned into a dozen that had died. Men were claiming to have fought of Soulless, pot bellied men who could barely walk with a cane and young men who had never seen training. Young women fawned over them and talked down about women who trained. Names like Millicent Wyndham, Virginia Crypt, and Jeanette Crane were three names that came up all too often in these conversations. Citing that they were prime examples why women should not be trained. That it took away from their femininity and caused them to adopt the strangest of habits.

"They might as well gallivant around in trousers and place on fake beards for all good it has done them," one said.

Lord Rutherford watched Millicent like a hawk as she scurried off, a coy grin on his lips. "I am so happy you two have made up, I was afraid that you would not wish to have her on your arm this evening Lord Rutherford," Mrs. Wyndham said as she stood there.

"Nonsense my good woman. We struck a deal and I am a man of my word," he said s he gave her a broad grin.

"So you intend to follow through? How marvelous! It will surely be a joyous day in the house of Wyndham this evening," she exclaimed. "Such wonderful breeding you come from, Millicent could not ask for a better man to have his sights on her. Such other ruffians without title would do well to follow your example Lord Rutherford. I worry though that she will be a pip to try to control."

"Never you worry Mrs. Wyndham, I know how handled a spirited mare. She will do well with a bit of breaking."

"Right you are," the woman said agreeing. "Oh, that man... what on earth is he doing near her? He was at our home this morning... With a woman in trousers! How crude!" Mrs. Wyndham hissed like a harpy as she spotted Fyror coming up to Millicent. Lord Rutherford took a deep breath.

"I will tend to this matter," he said before excusing himself and taking the first step in Millicent's direction.

"Loathsome miscreant, vile troublemaker, baboon's..." Millicent was muttering under her breath as she walked across the floor. Her eyes cast down as her fingers balled into fists. She detested dealing with Rutherford and her mind was reeling. She hadn't even noticed Fyror coming over to her until he spoke.

Stopping in her tracks her eyes came up surprised. "Sir Kildragon," she said quickly, giving him a curtsy. "Do forgive me, I did not see you," she said embarrassed. How could she have missed him in the room? He stood out among the rest. Not only because of his height but the way he carried himself.

Then he asked her for a dance. A dance? He wanted to dance with her? She could feel her cheeks warming. Someone as kind and honorable as him wishing to be seen on the dance floor with her? After everything her mother had said? Then came the sucker punch. He wanted to dance with her to keep her away from Rutherford. Of course he did. He was gallant, a protector of the weak. Swallowing slightly she was not sure how to respond at first.

How foolish she had been to think he wished to dance with her. He was just being the chivalrous man he was. Had she been anyone else, he would have asked nonetheless. It was nothing personal... Something about that struck hard. She was used to being pushed aside for more proper women, she was not one many set their sights on. What could make her delusional enough to believe even for a split second that he would ever lower himself to actually wish to be in her company just to be in her company.

She was about to decline because she did not wish to put him through the trouble but the music began for the Waltz. Glancing over his shoulder she spotted Rutherford stalking towards her. Her jaw went slack for a split second before it tightened and she rose her chin. "I would be most honored to share this dance with you Sir Kildragon," she said quickly, a little too quickly.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Okay, wow. I normally don't post until I hit day 5 in Rp's so that everyone has a chance to post hopefully but you all ran right through that last posting cycle. LOL Will see what I can do about getting one up today. (No promises, flu still has me knocked on my ass)

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Nallore God that pirate looks like a reject from the Sponge Bob Square Pants Title Pirate tryouts....

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

@BlackSam3091 Um, this was addressed yesterday in the ooc, you must have missed it (the page of it >.>) - No one has come into the tavern accept Njat at the end of his last post. Sana, Kyra, Sat, and Keystone are all outside around the corner from the Tavern by the stables. (Cyn is there too I believe.) - So gonna need some major edits on your last post. He can't see any of them.

@The Grey Dust You can but it wouldn't remove the posting requirements. So all depends on how much mediation posting you want to do I guess.

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

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Kyra & Sana

Location: Cross Swords Tavern (Kyra heading towards Apothecary, Sana still outside)
Interacting With: Njat, Keystone, Sana, And So Forth.
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Kyra glanced over at Njat and cocked a brow. She had never asked him to follow her, not once. He had come into her camp, joined those with her. No one asked him to join or to follow. He just did. Why in the hell should she trust him just because they shared a fight together? Enemy of my enemy is my friend - While the battle is going. Since then he hadn't done anything to gain trust from her. Not doing something bad didn't mean that you were good. It wasn't that she thought Njat was bad anyways, she just wasn't seeing anything that was proving to her he was A) very bright or B) very trustworthy. Maybe it was by no fault of his own, maybe he was just naive. Thing was that could get people killed and until proven otherwise she wasn't sharing shit with him.

"Follow, leave. Don't care. Never asked you to follow. You tagged along. Breaking bread with someone who has already presented himself as one that can't be trusted makes me not trust you. Simple as that. So no, I won't be telling you anything until you earn my trust. Don't like it, don't care."

As Kyra was answering Njat, Sana was just watching and cocking a brow. Something was under her old friends skin that was for sure. Kyra was hard but she was usually not this short with people. Kyra turned and listened to Keystone, her own brow raising and then shaking her head.

"Maybe I shouldn't have asked," she said before looking over towards Satilla. The woman needed supplies, that was to be expected. The healer had gone through a lot tending to Sana.

"It's growing close to dark so the shops will be closing soon. We don't need to be caught without. Satilla, could you go and restock at the local apothecary?" she asked as she reached down into her leather coin purse attached to her belt. Pulling out a few coins and several gemstones she handed them over.

"Probably best if you just buy what you need and maybe some restocks for the rest of us that are staying as well? I would but you know this stuff better than me and well, I should help get Sana inside."

"Kyra, I'm fine. Really. Just hungry and tired. Keystone has me, you go on with Satilla." Sana chimed in, which got her an odd look from Kyra. Sighing Sana patted her friend on the shoulder with one hand before pulling her in for a light hug. "Just go get your pale ass supplies, if anything happens, you can kill someone later," she said before letting go and motioning towards the tavern around the corner.

"Come on, food and drink and a damn bath..." she grunted as she she leaned again Keystone for support. She was doing better but she wasn't as strong as she wanted to be. Seeing Njat go back inside she figured she would talk to him but without Kyra around. Something was up but she could find out more as the evening passed.

"Fine... Shall we?" Kyra grumbled as she looked over towards Sat before starting to move towards the Apothecary.

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

@The Grey Dust Okay, looks like that is solved. Go ahead and make the edits. I'm gonna go ahead and reply. If I need to edit after you edit, it won't be a problem.