Lady Absinthia

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@rivaan Understandable - are you thinking of a second character? If you are awesome, if you want to but don't have an idea, pm me.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@rivaan Can't say, the rolls have not been made on that. (Even if they had, couldn't say until it is up in RP) - But as of now, Mosi is considered Gm controlled NPC if she does turn. So she is out of play for you sadly.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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The inner gate opened and Froggy showed them passed it, the gate swinging closed behind them heavily. Looking over at Ravi he shrugged a bit. "It really depends. Some days were get many, other times we will go months without seeing a single new soul. Today just happened to be a busier day," he explained as they walked down the road. There were people coming and going at this point, dressed in their finery if they were leaving or heading to the reception, others in their usual clothing if they were just off shift or heading that way.

"Dang man, this be a fine place you gots here. How you manage to keep things going like this?" Gavin asked as he looked around, giving polite nods and broad smiles to people they passed, as well as the occasional "evenin'."

"We all have jobs. Whether it be in the infirmary, armory, agriculture, shop. Everyone has a main job and a secondary one. We also do education so people can learn more skills and pass on what they know to the children," Froggy explained as little Tina rushed passed them, her mother chasing her and giving a quick hello as they passed. Tina couldn't have been more than five, carrying a worn out Blue from Blues Clues stuff animal in one hand and sucking her free thumb as she skipped away from her mom putting up a chase. Gavin couldn't help but laugh at the scene.

"Well, weddin' do sound nice English; I think you'd be looking sweet in dress, wonderin' if we can find heels in your size," Gavin joked as Froggy lead them towards the Rec Center.

Miss Sally looked at James and gave a smirking huff. "And I am the Queen of England. You make sure you go talk to her, or I'll be sitting on you like a butter on a crumpet," Miss Sally said before giving James a big hug and walking back over to Lyon. She didn't buy for one second that he was fine, the man sucked at lying. Even more so than he did at hiding his emotions.

"Mr. James!" Froggy called out as he lead Gavin and Ravi into the make shift reception hall. "I'd like to introduce, Gavin and Ravi. I need to get them something to eat and speak with Miss Sally about a room for the evening," he said as he walked over to James and cocked a brow. "Are you alright?" he asked concerned as he held out his hand to shake James.

Gavin looked around and whistled, "Oh man, it's warm in here, smells wonderful and my god, there's cake," Gavin said rubbing his hands together. Looking at people and smiling like a giddy kid as he followed Froggy. "Well hey there Camo! I be Gavin Comfort, Texas Ranger, really nice to meets ya. This is one fine place you's gots here."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

People who constantly want to know everything that is going to happen and unfold in an RP. I understand sometimes needing clarification but when you are constantly poking the Gm about who dies, who lives, what happens, why so and so did that you aren't doing yourself or anyone else any favors. I mean seriously. What is the point of knowing everything? One it ruins the build up and excitement of the reveal. Two, how in the world are you going to keep from metagaming your ass off if you know everything. (I have yet to meet a single Rper in the long history of my RP career that can keep from metagaming 100% of the time. Why open yourself to that?) And three - things are usually not set in stone, what you do affects the RP - so what you may learn today might not mean a damn tomorrow in RP.

It just irks the hell out of me. If I have to answer - No Spoilers - chances are I am really hoping LLA shoves a pineapple up your characters rear end at that point. Seriously, be like Elsa and let that shit go.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

I seriously cannot roll my eyes hard enough for that question. Seriously Riv, this is Soulless, not Duplicity. Keep your Rp's straight >.>

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@rivaan Nope, the chill didn't come from him.

And yes, he is trying for her while the others that suddenly came around the corner at the top of the stairs turned and booked it as soon as the chill swept the air.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Sigil @Morose @mnkee @Sputnik @rivaan -Another round and things are changing quickly. You know the drill - those in Almack's your counters are reset. You can continue paired up or split up the collabs at this point and go it solo. The only one in attack mode right now is Mosi since she is in the middle of a fight but the rest of everyone is dealing with the scene they are at. (Rolls still need to be made since everything is still in battle rounds and such but it is up to you what to do.)

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Things at Almack's had gotten quite interesting rather quickly. The Soulless had made their move but just as quickly as they had arrived they started to make a run for it. What had happened to cause the sudden turn around? It was not the blood fest that many were panicking about. In fact the ton had done more damage to itself than the Soulless had done to them. They had only claimed two thus far in the madness that swirled through the event. The high borns had caused at least half a dozen of their own through panic and trampling. Those that had come in from the garden were now sprinting back out onto the balconies and making a break for the gardens. Those on the second floor were rounding their way back up the stairs and into the rooms from which they had come. Why the sudden change?

Elizaveta could not even ponder for where they were in the Octagon Anti-Chamber the only Soulless that had come had claimed it's victim before retreating back into the floor and elsewhere. Her birds swirling overhead and surrounding Mary and herself. Protecting them from whatever else may lurk. Looking over towards Mary she knelt down by the man who had once been in control of the Graveolase, resting her hand over the covering Mary had laid on him. "Go, I shall vatch over him until I can ensure he vill not turn," Elizaveta said in a calm voice as her eyes caught Mary's.

The Hraew that was attacking though refused to run, he was out for blood at this point and perhaps a snack. He did not retreat as the others did. Why? Why was he remaining? Three other Soulless had appeared at the top of the stairs, looking to come down until a sudden chill swept the whole of Almacks. It sent them turning and running back. A chill that Elizaveta felt rooms away and caused her eyes to widen. A chill that nearly buckled Millicent's knees as it cut through the thin silken fabric of her dress. One that would cut through them all.

"Aww lovely, trained ones do taste so much better. You's all takes mighty good care of yerself," the Hraew said looking over towards Mosi before he sprang once again. Not caring that his knife rested on the stairs at this point and within the reach of Virginia. He had hands that could be used to throttle Mosi's slender neck if she did not move quickly.

As Elizabeth lay there unconscious, Millicent finally took a breath. That breath all but did her in as she stood up fully. Looking over towards Fyror who was just a few feet from her. She swallowed the lump in her throat, forcing it down before she spoke. "Thank you, I am ever in your debt," she said in a weary voice towards Fyror before her eyes looked over towards Thalken. "And you sir." Her voice was cold and trembling at first, it was obvious she was furious but torn and that her heart had shattered that evening. "You did what I could not... I am eternally grateful for you placing my mother to rest," she said before dropping her eyes. "The Wyndham family is at your call should you ever need anything."

Then the cold cut through her, nearly buckling her already knocking knees. Taking a few steps to try to stay standing did nothing for her, all but collapsing against Fyror's strong frame. Her fingers curling against the red fabric of his coat as she gasped out. Then it came, the resolve left her. Her eyes closing tightly as she tried to stop it but it was of no use. She had lost her most cherished sister and her mother for a second time that evening. She didn't even feel the burn of the scratches on her arms, or the cut on her tight. Just the cold and desperation of loss. The tears flowed freely from behind her closed lids as she wept into Fyror's chest as she struggled to remaining standing and not crumble to the ground.

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Port Annan, Scotland - Teriny Inn

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"Right away then," Nigel said before stepping out from behind the bar counter and heading into the back to take care of it personally. Calum smiled over towards Maeve as he picked up his tea cup and took a sip from it. He seemed to be relaxing a bit now that they were not only in an establishment he felt more comfortable in but the fact he was sitting down didn't hurt.

"They are truly wonderful, and you must have some scones come morning before we set off on our journey. Perfect with a nice pipping hot cup of tea. Though I will admit that Nigel makes a sublime Irish Coffee as well if that is more your style ma'am. Not that I am one to part-take in spirits. Other than the Holy Ghost," he said laughing as his little joke. "But I did mistakenly pick up one when I thought it was a hot cocoa one day. I must say it was more refreshing than I would have imagined. I can see the pull," he added before taking another sip of his tea and setting down the glass.

Turning he picked up his fork and dug into the meal. Savoring for the flavors and the warmth it provided as Nigels wife brought over a couple of blankets and a pillow. "Oh thank you, those will do quite nicely," he said gratefully. He wasn't looking forward to a night in the barn but it would be better than nothing in his mind.

"Nonsense. Nigel told me about the dilemma, you will take the couch in the office for the evening. I shan't be having a man of god sleeping sleeping out with the cows and pigs this evening. What would God say?" she said as she set them down on the bar top next to Calum.

"I would imagine he would say if it was good enough for his son to be birthed in, it is more than adequate for a man of my standing," he said smiling over to her and nodding.

"Well I wouldn't have put Mary there either. Now eat up and come see me when you are ready to turn in," she added before turning towards Maeve. "And I have your room all ready and turned down. Would you like a bath drawn? It looks as if you have had a rough travel."

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Wyndham Manor, London

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Constable Smith followed Gerard up the stairs, glancing around as they made their way towards Millicent's room. He wanted to take a look at the study next but thought it best to see the room that hadn't been checked yet as far as he was aware before muddling through somewhere that had already be at least partially searched. Seeing Abigail come towards them he stopped and gave a respectable nod towards her. "Would be most appreciated miss," he said giving her a tip of his hat.

"Right this way, I be abouts to look in there me self I was. Don't want Miss Milli's room turned up sides down when she gets back from Almack's this evenin'. She had a right tough day as it were," Abigail said as she turned the knob and opened the door. "Well I be buggered," she said in surprise as she stepped in. There was nothing wrong with the room from the looks of things at first glance. Abigail stepping fully into the room and walking around, the constable following her in and cocking a brow.

Millicent's room was not as large as her step mothers or either of her sisters but Abigail did well keeping everything spit and polished and organized for her lady. It was obvious that Millicent's tastes were simple and subdued compared to most women her age. The bed was older, soft cottens in cornflower blue, grey and eggshell curtains. Most of the furniture in the room from the bed frame to the vanity and small sitting table were all of dark woods and covered plainly. Unlike the trendy brightly colored rest of the house that Mrs. Wyndham had decorated. Millicent had pt her foot down when it came to her step mother decorating her room. Arguing that no one but her and Abigail ever saw it so it was better left alone. The woman conceeded the point eventually and said in the end that she was glad not to have to redo the walls.

The Walls were almost nothing but shelves upon shelves of books. All were well read and excellently taken care of. Other than that there were her weapons, training gear, and then there was her art. Millicent had taken up sketching while she was in China growing up and become a humble talent in the art. There were portraits of her father and cousins on the wall. Cook hunched over the stove cooking, Everette tending to the garden, Abigail doing the wash, vague images of Catherine that were never completed. An easel sat near her window with a chair in front of it. On the sketch pad was Gerard sitting outside of the barn reading with Wendy curled up at his feet. He looked solemn sitting there; a sadness to his bright eyes but there was a slight smile on his lips as he looked up from the book in the image. As if he had seen something that no one else could right then towards the house.

"Miss Milli do love to draw, she started this one a few days ago. Had me running all abouts the city she did tryin' to find the right shade of blue fer yer eyes she did. Eventually she got alls in a huff and marched out into Jane's room and borrowed her eye colors. I swear, watching Miss Milli when she is sitting there working on her drawin's, now that something someone need to paint. Hardly ever see her so happy," Abigail mused to herself as she looked at the sketch on the easel.

"She does have a talent." Smith said looking at the pictures on the walls. "So nothing seems out of place here?"

"Naw, looks right as rain, minus the spill by the window," Abigail added as she pulled out a linen and dried up the water mark. The constable stepped over and took a closer look at the window. "The latch, it is missing several screws."

Abigail stopped and looked. "Well I'll be hornswaggled. Wasn't like that this mornin', opened that latch meself this mornin'."

"You should repair this, it would make for an easy entrance once again," the constable commented as he looked over at Gerard.