Lady Absinthia

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

@ONL Um Aziza wasn't exactly being quiet and they were all in the same room. Your character would have heard everything she said. (Heck, Peter wasn't whispering either. He was talking in normal volume tones.)

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Caits Yeah I hadn't even noticed it until Sigil pointed it out. Then I went to look back and noticed she has been called the wrong name in all Niesha's posts for at least a month >.> (I stopped looking at that point lol)

But remember, you have to ask for edits before hand, (Any will result in removal)

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Trying to get a follow up post done for Millicent (and for Mrs. Wyhndam/Lord Rutherford) plus Elizaveta but I made the mistake of taking some head colds meds. O.o Let's see if they wear off soon, if not I will post in the morning.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Sunday May 21th, 2017

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@Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @Scallop @Nallore

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Justice Asylum: - All hell had broken out but Cynthia was grinning like a kid in a candy store. Her eyes darting away from the wound when she heard someone else in the room. Giggling she exclaimed, "Sorry, I just had to paint a pretty picture!" The 911 operator let Riley know that am ambulance was on the way and to keep pressure on the wound as best they could.

"Cynthia, he is a friend," Marc said quickly as he pulled back Cynthia's hand. It was reaching for another crayon. Cynthia cocked a brow and looked around. He was a friend? That didn't register with her. She knew she was crazy, that she admitted freely, but had she really let her cheese slip off her toast so much that she had forgotten someone she supposedly knew?

"Did we go to high school together?" she asked innocently. Marc sighed and shook his head as he pulled her up but kept a tight hold on her while the orderlies tried to deal with the blood and trauma.

"No sweetheart, he's a new friend..."

"Well shit, don't worry I can fix it," she said and tried to move but Marc wasn't letting her go. Marc looked over towards Felix and nodded.

"I know man, just breath and stay still," he said before leading Cynthia over to a chair and sitting her down. Shaking his head he kept a hand on her shoulder and watched her carefully. She was pouting by now and he groaned inwardly.

"Fine, I'll be good. Might want to get his knife. Yeah, he had a knife. That's right he had a knife. Why would a friend half a knife? Why does Marc have a gun. Cause he's FBI. So our new friend is FBI? I don't know," she said talking to herself again.

Zoies Farm: - "Sure thang girl," Zoie said before looking over to Relic as he rummaged through the refrigerator. "So what in the name of Baby Jesus have you gotten yerself into this time?" she asked him as she grabbed a glass and headed over to refrigerator, pushing her brother out of the way so she could get into the freezer and grab some ice.

Relic didn't say anything, just moving at first before grabbing a pitcher and heading over to the counter. "Well?" she asked as she stepped over to the sink and filled up the glass.

"Marc's in town," he said quietly. Zoie cocked a brow as she looked over to him.

"Well shit..." she muttered before turning off the water and stepping out of the kitchen. Heading over to Mali she held out the glass of water for the woman. It was a large half gallon mason jar filled. "If ya need more just make yerself at home." A bell in the kitchen rang. "Oh, cobblers done. Come on and get ya some grub, will set ya up with all the fixin's. Foods in the kitchen. Was gonna eats outside but this heat, reminds me of Ga summers. Rather stay in the air conditioning," she added before stepping back into the kitchen.

On the table was your picture typical southern meal. Fried Chicken, fried tomatoes, hushpuppies, collard greens, corn bread. Stepping over to the oven Zoie grabbed a hand towel and pulled out a cast iron skillet of blueberry cobbler. "Should be cooled enough to eat once we finish the meal," she said setting it down and turning the oven off. "Come y'all, lets eat."

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Working on the post. I am going to go ahead and say... I AM REALLY DAMN SORRY FOR THE GIF THAT IS BEING POSTED WITH IT!!!!

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

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Kyra & Sana

Location: Cross Swords Tavern (Sana finally inside) - Apothecary (Kyra inside, Ash outside)
Interacting With: Various
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Magnus seemed to have enough of conversation for the evening. He tossed a few coins on the table to pay for his meal and got a room for the evening before heading up the stairs and that was that. (I'm too damn tired to come up with better LOL) Now that was taken care of one one of the local tavern wenches came over and gathered the coins, pocketing them in her apron before gathering up the empty dishes and leaving Njat's there. She wasn't sure if he was done or not and he didn't exactly look like the type that would take well to someone taking his food. Granted even if he did she wouldn't have taken it.

"Another one of Kyra's rescues darlin'?" she asked Njat as she wiped down the table and refilled the ales and meads. She had been there in the tavern when Kyra had come back with Lob - another Half Orc. She had gotten him out of a prison cell and nearly slaughtered Marcus, the towns constable, for the treatment Lob had received while in custody. It had been the talk of the town for two days after they had left to go north. She shrugged slightly as he left and then picked up the plate. "Anything else for you?" she asked Nor.

"Yeah, probably a good idea," Sana said as she leaned against Keystone and let him help her into the tavern finally. Cocking a brow Sana motioned over towards Cyneberg. "We still do." Craning her neck a bit she looked over towards Cyneberg. "Gonna come with us or go restock with the others?" she asked but left it open as she walked carefully inside.

Looking around the tavern she spotted Njat leaving the table, as well as someone else she didn't know. She hadn't seen a dwarf in sometime. Last one she had seen was Shela and that woman was an odd ball even for a dwarf. Granted Sana couldn't help but wonder how much better the fight would have gone if they had had that spike armored hellion with them.

"Over there with the others I guess," she said as she pointed towards the table. She half wondered where Thomas was but didn't think much of it. He seemed to let his mind wander as much as his words. Maybe he had turned in for the night or simply left. Shrugging she went over to the table and sat down. Letting out a tired sigh as she did.

"Aye, what can I get fer ya lass?" the wench that had been talking to Nor asked.

"Nothing I have to chew," she said flatly.

"Well then no stew," the woman chuckled and Sana groaned. Rolling her eyes she looked over towards Keystone.

"Could you please talk that Tavern Owner into letting you into the kitchen? I don't think I can handle pig slop tonight," Sana asked Keystone as she pulled her pack from her shoulder and let it drop on the floor. Glancing over at the dwarf she smiled half way. "Did you come along while I was half dazed these last few days?" she asked, still not really sure if they had picked this one up along the way or not. It had been a long last few days. Why she had chosen to sit there even though Thomas was no where to be seen and Njat had left the tavern.

Kyra nodded towards Satilla as she caught up. "Yeah, probably. Don't worry we will get what you need. Not gonna let some fucking war profiteer cause us anymore trouble. We already had fall out cause of one asshat," Kyra said under her breath as she stalked on her way.

Stopping she turned and eyed Satilla. "Listen, I don't trust many people. Never had a reason to. You are one of the few that I think I can trust a little bit. You know because of what you did for Sana. So, thanks," she said before turning and going into the Apothecary. Ash had been trotting along with them, padded in a circle before he sat down by the front door.

Inside an older man was standing there behind the counter picking at his nails when he heard the bell above the door ring. Looking up he smiled. "So, what can I do for you?"

"Not rip me off for starters," Kyra stated flatly.

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

Sunie Marks

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"Flattery doesn't get you discounts Flo," Sunie said, the corner of her mouth pulling into a slight smirk as she motioned towards the counter. She was interested to see what Flo had up her sleeve. The smith was used to Flo by now having done work for her in the past. She was a regular but Flo didn't come in at morning time. It was always later in the day, late afternoons or early evenings. To have her there peaked Sunies curiosity more than anything at that point. If Flo was coming this early she must have been in a hurry or the commission must have been urgent. At least that is what she suspected.

Standing there Sunie waited as Flo brought up the holographic specs and blueprints. Looking at them carefully and taking in the details as one slide was moved to the next. Her brow cocking as she looked over them but her eyes never went anywhere but the blueprints for the time being. Once the screen went away she looked up at Flo. That was not what she had been expecting. Just what was the woman up to? Sunie was a weapons smith that much was certain. She had done more than her fair share of blade work in the past but she had not had someone actually want something like this in some time and nothing with a compartment in it. Blades she did these days were most likely for show. Formal blades for the Alliance. Sure they were functional but it wasn't what she was known for. Unique firing weapons but more her line of work when it came to special requests.

Either way, it didn't matter. Sunie was sure she could complete the request. "Yes, I can do that. You say 10 to 14 days?" Her voice was steady and neutral as she spoke before pulling out a binder from under the counter. Flipping through it she took a look at what else she had lined up over the next week and a half to two weeks. What could be moved, postponed, or rushed out to make time for this. The time frame made her wonder as well. If Flo was in a hurry, in so early in the day, then why could she wait two weeks for this? Something wasn't lining up but Sunie pushed the thought out of her mind. Why Flo needed this when she needed it wasn't her concern. It was one of the reasons people came to her. There weren't questions of why.

Closing the binder with a snap she slipped it back under the counter. "Yeah, I can get it done in the time frame. Usual base rate for a blade, it will be a functional blade as I don't do costume jewelry. Additional 15% for the added specs, 10% additional on the bottom line for time frame," she said as she did some quick calculations on a scrap of paper and slipped it over to Flo with the total written on it. "Half upfront, other half on completion."

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Morose @Morose Sorry no edit will be allowed. Sigil has posted for Keystone and your counter is on day 4. I am updating today. You both will have to just push forward as is.

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

@Lucius Cypher Having flash backs from Indiana Jones

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

@Lucius Cypher Oh that's a nightmare, lol