Lady Absinthia

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>When people don't follow the rules in my Rp's

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Scallop Rules are being fully enforced, minimal posting is two well developed paragraphs. You need to edit and expand. You have 8 hours from this post.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Morose @Sigil @mnkee @Sputnik @rivaan - A new post is up as well as an edit to our original OOC post. There is a new location in the RP, as well as new NPC's. Map and images are in the ooc now.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Night had fallen over the United Kingdom and while things in London were in a tizzy because of the Soulless and the event happening at Almack's things were as per usual in Port Annan at the Southern End of Scotland. The port was unlike most. It was not the usual port town but server as a place where many a Clippers and other boats were built. A town with a rich history and ties to the Lords Of Annandale from hundreds of years ago.

Though those times were in the past, some things still ring true in the present. Certain clans hate other clans, especially when one prospers and the other falters. Such is what brings us to Port Annan on this evening. One of the few ship carrying passengers has finally docked and is disembarking currently. The ship had departed from Dublin Ireland and its cargo and passengers were being moved off. Time was always of the essence but never more so when men had been at sea and would have an evening of debauchery ahead of them as soon as they finished. If it had been a ship carrying Lords and Lady's things would have been more... Humane... but as it were, those that had booked passage were not getting the kings treatment as it were.

Under the swaying lanterns that provided light along the docks and cobblestone streets stood a man dressed as a parson, Calum Cumming. He looked harmless enough and rather out of place in this area of town where ruffians and pirates were known to gather. He was waiting on someone, a woman that was supposed to disembarking as we speak.

He had instructions to wait for her and escort her elsewhere for services to which she would be paid handsomely if she succeeded. She would be taking the role of House Manager for Clan Kirkpatrick. The older mother of the house had fallen ill and with no daughters or daughters in law as of yet to help pick up the slack someone had to be hired to deal with the season. Now while most Scots could give a damn what happened during the season down in London. Houses of history and nobility did to a certain extent.

Things had to be in order to welcome people if they came knocking and wanting an evenings respite. Parties and dinners were held on estates. Summer was a grand time in the United Kingdom and Scotland was a booming economy right then. So everything had to be in order and matriarch of the Kirkpatrick's was in no condition to do so. It was far simpler to hire someone at this point and Clan Cumming was all but happy to help.

March 21st, 1823

@Sputnik - Cook gave a swift nod as Gerard followed his little friend out of the door and got to work on convincing Everett to go lay down. That was the polite way to put it. Abigail went to straight things up but Everett warned her that the constable would probably think they were trying to hide something if she did before he was able to overlook the scene.

It was in Hyde Park that Gerard would finally be able to locate a constable, and he received three for the price of one. They were near the scene where the woman from earlier in the day had been killed. Along with them was a rather finely dressed family that looked rather distraught. A father and son it seemed. On closer inspection it was neighbors of the Wyndham's: the Ballard's.

They lived four doors down from Wyndham Manor. Mr. Ballard was friends of Mr. Wyndham and business associates. He had two sons, much older than Millicent was who had served in his majesties royal navy. A purchased commission. The boys: Richard and James had recently returned for the season on leave. They had no sisters, but that didn't mean that the woman wasn't family. Just family that the Wyndham's were not close with. (Granted the Ballard's steered clear of the Wyndham's since the new Mrs. Wyndham had shown up.)

Elizaveta Romanova

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Location: Almack's

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Elizaveta smiled towards Mary, and shook her head. Reaching up she placed her hand over a large ornate locket she wore around her neck and gave a slight wink towards the Sister. Leaning in she whispered softly so that Mary would only hear. "You needn't vorry Mary. My guards are mostly for shov. Not that they are not trained but I have seen more battles than they," she said before leaning back and straightening herself.

The door of the carriage was closed and one of her guards drove it off to park along with the other carriages and line of hackney's that were waiting for people when they came out. Looking up and down the building Elizaveta lifted her chin as a pompous looking older man with far more hair over his eyes than he had on his head. Though he tried to hide it with a wig that was twenty years out of date. Waddling down as quickly as he could considering his aged and bulbous frame.

Those who trained would know this man. It was Arch Graveolase Buckingham. He was no longer the fit and trained man he had been five decades ago. Growing fat and bulging at the seams since he was appointed lead of the Council some twenty years before. Sitting down and conversing hardly made for a calorie burning exercise.

"We were not expecting you until tomorrow," he said quickly as he came over to Elizaveta and company. Bowing deeply as he got to them, Veta did not return a curtsy. Rising her brows Elizaveta let a small smile tug at the corner of her mouth. "So it's true, I had my doubts." Righting himself as he looked her over.

"Yes I drav breath and never doubt the my father or the church," she stated in a dove like voice but it held the cold sting of steel. He gulped slightly before looking over towards Mary.

"Sist..." he began but was cut off with a lift of Elizaveta's slender fingers.

"Dame. You vill address her as Dame Mary Hale." Her voice just as stern as before. Nodding he cleared his throat.

"Dame Mary Hale, I was going to ask what kept you but I can see why. You two should come in now," he said motioning towards the door. This was about the time that Fyror came rushing out. "Um yes, we should go in now."

Holding up a single finger before gathering the length of her gown and robes she began to step over towards Kyror, her feet moving easily over the ground as she approached him. She said nothing at first, simply looking into his eyes. The same way she had the boy and Gerard earlier in the day. "Interesting," was all she said as after a long moment before blinking for the first time since she approached him.

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Millicent Wyndham

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Location: Almack's

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Millicent could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as Rutherford kissed her. Not a happy warmth that filled her when things were going well. Nor an angry one as when her mother spouted off. This was agony. A tear stinging one of her cheeks as it broke free once he finally broke the kiss. There was a collective gasp from several of the onlookers. Such public displays were not heard of, unless.

Turning Lord Rutherford addressed a few in general. "Now please, I was just overcome with joy with the current moment. I was simply sharing a moment with the future Lady Rutherford," he said proudly. Several gave nodding approvals and claps. Many of the women scowled and gave dagger eyes that could kill towards Millicent. Millicent herself wanted nothing more than to scratch his eyes out and bolt. Looking over the crowd she spotted her mother who never looked happier. Though her sisters were not with her.

She could not find Fyror in the crowd either, for that she was partially grateful for. She doubt she could look him in the eye if she had. She felt ashamed. She had so enjoyed dancing with him but she had no choice in the matter. She had to accept. For her sisters, who were at this time walking out the front door. More like one was running and the other was in hot pursuit.

"Now Emma you hold on one blasted second," Jane said as she caught up.

"What?" Emma growled as Jane caught her arm but Jane yanked it away.

"This isn't right and you know it."

"So what? At least now we are free to chose. She isn't even our real sister," Emma said rolling her eyes.

"She is doing this for us. You really can't be alright with this?"

"Oh please, the rumors aren't true. Just jaded women spouting off because they aren't landing him. I'd marry him but nooooo. Millicent got him. Well that is just dandy, time for my to catch one as well," Emma said before turning on her heels and walking right back inside as she fixed several of her curls. Jane shook her head as she clutched her riticule.

"Bollocks..." she muttered under her breath.

Inside Emma made her way over to her mother with a large smile on her face and the two started whispering to each other. Millicent was doing everything she could to choke down the words and bile bubbling in the back of her throat as Rutherford took her arm and lead her through the crowd. A smirk coming to his features as he passed Virginia and Mosi before looking away. Millicent could only look over towards Virginia for a moment before her eyes darted down in shame as she was walked back over to her mother.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Working on my post, it will be up this evening. Hold posts until then please.

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

@Lucius Cypher Dude, that is a hell of an operation....(I know, I've had an organ removed before) I'm going ahead and putting you on extension. Just take time and recover.

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

@Lucius Cypher O.o Surgery??? Man, should have let me know. Do you need an extension?

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@FantasyChic If you like how Clive is reacting, then you are going to love Season 3. (Have it dvr'ed so far for the season lol)

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Morose Major going all teen was causing me to fall out constantly. I love the personalities being taken on by Major and Liv in the show and seeing how it changes them for the episode.

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

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Scooby Gang

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Location: Grand Continental

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"No, that won't be necessary," Peter said to Haakon when he mentioned going to speak privately in the mans personal quarters. He was glad that Sgt. Walsh had taken off after Aziza, they seemed to have a decent friendship going on and the man was former Kings Military from what he had gathered so he was surely trained in combat on some level. Most sergeants were.

He was going to say more but Josephine piped in with her two shillings as it were. Biting his tongue for a moment he thought of following up but it seemed his uncle beat him to the punch. He wasn't used to the LORD MAJOR! being this vocal, well not about these things but then again he was younger the last time he had seen his uncle and his uncle wasn't seen on the job by him so much as coming back from some battle and Peter getting the harrowing tales. Reginald was Mythic in a young mans eyes, the romantic story told of wars by poets. The man before him now was the officer. He knew he had it in him he just really had never witnessed it. Well other than his uncle and his father had "fighting" words, but that was family.

Taking a breath once Reginald had finished Peter cleared his throat. "Miss Clark, if you would, let me try to add a bit to that. It is nothing personal. All who stay within the barracks have to sign. Our short little drink earlier was not enough to raise cause for signatures but the situation has changed. Even the Lady Munn would have signed one before if she stayed within the barracks. And she is of royal lines. As far as you vouching for Mr. Elvsgaard but I have two points to make on that. The first being since we do not know you we cannot take your word. Yes, you could be as honorable as his majesty and giving your word that we should trust someone. Or you could be a underground sort vouching for another. We have no way of knowing. The second, is just how long have you known the man? An American in Cairo vouching for a man not native to your country or this one? It could not have been long," Peter said in a frank manner.

It didn't help that Haakon had tried to push himself in earlier and get information that was not his to have when he first arrived. It left a bad taste in his mouth. And Peter wasn't exactly fond of Americans either. It wasn't that he didn't believe they had their virtues but they tended to be a bit boorish in his opinion. Granted that was just the general opinion of English Peers when speaking about Americans in general. Yet there was much going on and in the end Peter wanted to do what was best in Vera's eyes right then. He knew her love of Egypt, and this mystery that was unfolding (well what little he knew of it) he was sure was something she wanted to look into. Pushing these two away probably wouldn't be the best, even if he didn't have a problem with them fending for themselves.

Pinching the bridge of his nose he stepped over to Haakon. Swallowing his pride he stated something he swore he would never do. "Mr. Elvsgaard, I will strike a temporary truce with you; On the following conditions. Sign the papers and keep this out of any publications of yours ever and I will supply you with an exclusive accounting of some thing more, of my time in Germany, as long as your source remains anonymous. I give my word as a Lord and Officer of his Majesty but considering the circumstances, I will also sign a contract stating as such. Do we have an accord?"

It was the last thing Peter wished to discuss. It was hard times and something he wanted to put behind him. One persons tragedy should not be fodder for the masses as far as he was concerned. It was just rude. Yet, he was at a cross roads. Dig up his own past which he knew the papers would eat up since everyone in Europe had been trying to get a hold of the story since his return or risk what was happening with Veras investigation get out and Aziza be put in harms way. He was a gentleman, above all else. If his misery bought peace, so be it.

Thinking for a moment Peter looked over at Josephine. "And I would need you to agree to the same. Considering you two are close enough for you to vouch for him. I will require your signature as well. I would hate to later see all of this on the, how do you American's say? The Silver screen. If you both agree, Mr. Elvsgaard gets the scoop of the decade." The last thing he needed was Aziza and Vera being portrayed by some American for the entertainment of Cowboys...

Aziza was not as calm as Peter was, that was for sure. By the time she heard Harry she was half way down between the first and second floor stairs. Coming to a rough stop she rested her hand on the banister. Her head was down and her hair covering her features as it framed her face and cascaded down past her waist. Looking up slowly and over towards she looked very upset. Tears streaking down her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. She had never told Harry why she was in Cairo. After her outburst just then she felt he needed to know but she didn't want to spout it out in the middle of a stair case with people passing as they came and went from their rooms.

Right then she just groaned in frustration before lowering her head again. "I'm sorry for my tirade," she said before kneeling down and resting back against the staircase banister. Pulling her knees up and tucking them under her skirts. "I'm scared..." she admitted meekly before burying her face in her hands.

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Elsewhere In The City

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Vera groaned when she heard what happened but looked over towards Lauren confused when she said she had spoken in her sleep. "Well.. I never. I.. bollocks..." she grumbled before laying her head back on the side of the bed as she sat on the floor. "I guess I cannot say I never uttered words when I slumbered but honestly I cannot fathom what I meant." she said rubbing her temples. She wasn't exactly sure what she had meant by that. Had it meant anything at all? Or was it just a drunken stupor? Trying to figure it out was making her head hurt.

Hearing a knock on the door her head rolled to the side to look in that direction but she didn't move. If she did she might fall off the edge of the world. Or at least it felt like that. Everything was spinning. At the door was one of the stewards. "Excuse me, ladies. I have something for Miss Ridgeway to sign," he called out from the other side of the door. Once it was opened he would explain about the non-disclosure agreement that needed to be signed and that Lady Munn's signature was still active on record from her signing it months ago. She had signed several over the years. Especially when she visited Egypt. She was used to these types of things. Mums the word she teased was the Munn family motto.

"Oh posh, you keep that," the old woman said before stepping into the room and setting the tray down for her on one of the tables. "Helping someone get some sleep after dealing with that trite is payment enough for me," she said with a sly old smirk on her lips.

"I cannot stand that surgeon but sadly he is all we have currently. I had to see him for a dislocated shoulder about six months ago. Why I have no idea, my son worries." Rolling her eyes and holding her hands up in defeat. "The man got it back in all while telling me of the fragility of the female body. Fragile my back side. I birthed four sons and still walk with less problems than that man. Even suggested helping me with female hysteria! Ugh you know why us women are always blowing up? Because men are stupid boys who never grow up," she said as she as she adjusted her shawl.

"Why they keep their mothers close. You forever have to kiss their bruised ego's while they claim to know how to run things."