Lady Absinthia

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

When you get so close to having your new interest check finished but you can't get that final polish on it so you can post it. Irritating as hell!!!!

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

@Sigil Yeah, clear for edit.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 22nd, 2017

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@Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @Nallore

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Chicago Heights: - Amy Adams smiled brightly as the door opened, the camera man pointing the camera at her and Iris. "This is Amy Adams live with Channel 6 news, speaking with Dr. Iris Kingston. Dr. Kingston, yesterday we caught live footage of a man being taken in an ambulance with what looked like traumatic damage to his face as well as bodies being taken out later in body bags. Not to mention the arrival of the SWAT team at the Justice Asylum. Would you care to comment to on the matter? Sources tell us that not only was at least one person killed, but another was kidnapped! A patient of yours. How does that make you feel?" she rambled off quickly before shoving the mic into Iris's face.

Zoies Farm: - Zoie gave Marc a quick run down of a few things but she didn't bring up the whole thing with the items her and Mali had spoken about the night before. Marc listened and gave a quick nod before looking over at Mali. "Well, then you are one up on me. My taste in novels blew when I was in high school," he said chuckling a bit before looking back down at his phone.

"Zoie... take a look at this... Is this who I think it is?" he asked before handing the phone over to her. Zoie took the phone and glanced at the image that was pulled up on the screen. She chocked a brow and then nodded.

"Yeah, I pretty damns sure that be Barney Ross," she said before handing the phone back to him. It was a name that was pretty well known in world - he had infomercials on the TV constantly with his work out program. It was like P90 to the extreme. He was known as a trainer, one of the worlds tops these days for Body Builders and had coached the last three Mr. Universes and last years Ms. Universe.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, what in the hell is he doing in a family picture with Proserpine..." he muttered under his breath.

Safehouse - Roy looked over at Riley once she was finished changing and gave her two very enthusiastic thumbs up. "Damn girl, like the look. Think you would fool your own mother with that. Should be helpful," he said as he stood up slowly and groaned a bit. "Well there are a couple of things I think we need to look into but first things first," he added as he stepped over to the wall and grabbed an empty dufflebag.

He started picking our several different guns and ammo for it. "I think it's time for you to learn how to use some of these. even if you never need it better to know how to use it. Fuck, if Justice doesn't kill you, maybe some stalker fan will try. Can't always count on a hired body guard," he said as he zipped up the bag and looked over to her. "So, what do you say? Ready to become a badass?" he said trying to lighten the mood.

MSS Private Jet: - The plane taxied down the runway and slowly started gaining speed. There was a feel of gravity kicking in as the wheels left the ground and it started to ascend into the sky. Natasha placed her hand on her stomach, she already felt queezy from her medication, this was not making it any better. Looking over towards Caesar she nodded a bit. "Wouldn't matter for me I don't know how to use a gun," she admitted. She kind of wished she did now, Lincoln did and he on more than one occasion had offered to teach her but she had never gotten around to it.

"Though, guess I might want to leave these on the plane," she said as she reached under her seat and pulled out her carry on. Unzipping it she pulled out a matching set of daggers. They weren't hers but a friends. "Friend left these at my place and figured I'd bring them along considering everything. Knives I know, guns I don't," she added before zipping it back up and sliding it back under the seat. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out her swiss army knife. "Don't think this will be a problem though, least I hope not."

Shrugging she put it back away and undid opened her purse, pulling out a small black bag as the pilot announced they had reached cruising altitude. "Cecily, how about we take a look and get that wound a new bandage on it."

Justice Airport: - Time was ticking away slowly in the airport. The arrivals were on the boards through out the place and the one from Seattle seemed to be running on time, T-Minus 30 minutes until touch down. Granted that probably meant 45 to an hour until the plane was actually deboarded. Still the airport was a good place for people watching. It was like Walmart on crack... People in pajamas, leather, feathers in their hair. There was even one woman running around in her workout gear looking as if she decided since she had to wait on her flight that she would do her daily run right there in airport. She had already done three laps passed Keystone at this point. What the fuck was with Americans?

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@rivaan O.o Um, sure. Lol

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Scallop It is day 5 of the counter reset, and ten days since your last post. Now while you have 2 more days to post, technically, pushing up your counter so far is iladvised. (And frankly not appreciated since I have been waiting to update so you could get your post in, which in turn has rerun up two other Rpers.)

Now I see you have taken on another rp... after I have been trying to work with you since you are constantly pushing your counters till their end. This has been going on for over a year in the rp. So please, get a post in, start posting without pushing your counter to the end, or withdraw. My patience has run out.

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

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@rivaan @Pundii @Morose @FantasyChic @Nallore @Sigil @ONL

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October 4th, 1924 - 11:15 A.M. Local Time

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Barracks: Vera nodded towards Lauren. "Most assuredly. I feel right as rain. I will just be a moment," she said. She did feel better. Peter was off trying to find his uncle, William was not around, though she doubted that had anything to do with her health. She had just drank too much the night before and the food and smells of the morning breakfast combined with the activity and mystery from the night before had just been too much. That was all it was.

Walking through the barracks quickly she went to her room to retrieve her things and made her way back over to Lauren in the main courtyard. "I believe I have everything. We should hurry so that I can prepare for the Lady Kingston's arrival at the museum. I do not think we should bother Uncle Regi with a car, it is but a short walk to the museum from here. The fresh air will do me good," she said before she began to head for the gate.

Turning slightly she spotted William standing there... Placing her hand on her stomach she swallowed slightly before feigned a smile towards Lauren. "So, um, shall we be off?" she asked. Was he coming with them still or was he just awaiting for a ride to leave and go about his usual prowling? She didn't ask, though she wanted to know she also didn't. She could feel her face warming as she walked.

Aziza smiled somewhat and nodded. She was glad that Harry was so understanding and easy to speak with but she didn't want to air her dirty laundry as it was in public. Reaching down she took his hand into her own, her fingers lacing with his as she led him towards her room from the night before. Perhaps it wasn't exactly proper to be alone with a man in her room but it was the best she could think of right then. Privacy was more important to her at that moment than propriety.

Once they were in the room and the door was closed she sat down in a chair by a small table and let out a shaky breath. "I was married..." she started, figuring it was best to put that out there. She told him of the arranged marriage, how young she had been, about her son. About how he had been taken from her and how they had nearly stoned her to death when she fled the village. How her husband divorced her, false accusations of adultery, and how she had been in hiding since then for fear of her life. It was a lot for her to speak about, pulling at her fingers and biting her bottom lip from time to time as she tried not to cry when she spoke of her beautiful son who she missed so much and how she was afraid that if her name got out into some story that people read that she might be killed, that the attack last night had to come from someone sent by her ex-husband.

Road To The Prison: Once the two were loaded up the back door was closed to the make shift cage on the truck. The guards at the back of the truck gave a quick thump on the side and the representative motioned for them to go, keeping a slow enough pace with the drive for the Corporal to be able to keep up behind them with the traffic out in the streets of Cairo.

Looking back through the small barred window he eyed Josephine and Haakon. "Interview... Oh yes, my mistranslation. English is such a difficult language. I believe the word I am looking for is... oh, how to say this..." he muttered rubbing his chin before the driver said something quietly under his breath.

"Yes, that I believe is correct," the representative said before continuing. "Interrogation," he said flatly but with this odd smile before turning around in his seat and facing forward. Seemed there was more going on than what initially appeared.

The Road To The Museum: "Hello," Neema said brightly as she walked over to the little food perch where Rosheen was. The redhead stepping into the house proper before emerging from the side door and walking into the side street where everyone was to embrace Neema. The two hugged for a moment and exchanged the usual pleasantries. Momentarily ignoring their respective talking companions before Neema looked over towards Nora and smiled to her. "Oh excuse me. Nora, this is Rosheen, a friend of mine," she said, feeling a bit silly for ignoring Nora the way she did. "Rosheen, this is Nora Kingston. Lady and how do you all say? Scientist?" she asked trying to figure out the right word.

"Pleasure to meet you," Rosheen said kindly. "Can I offer you two some..." she started before she was cut off by the boisterous man behind the counter.

"Yes! Please sit, please eat, wonderful today!" he called out.

"Oh shh you, peddle your food on someone else," Neema chortled. "He never stops does he?" she asked Rosheen.

"Never," Rosheen laughed. "Where are you headed?" she asked.

"The museum actually."

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

@The Grey Dust

As far as knowledge on the fire beetle - you feel he is telling the truth about using the glands instead of making a potion.

As far as a replacement - nothing pops in your mind that it wouldn't work.

How to add photos?

Looks like you got the hang of it.

How to add photos?

Okay, rather simple - you get the website address but it must in the file extension - .jpg, .gif - ect. Site usually doesn't matter but some sites don't do third party hosting.

Then just place it between the [img][/img] and it should pop up.

If you are worried about sites, save the file to your hard drive and upload it to your profile page under the image tab. Then you can link it directly from this site and not have to worry about what site it is on or anything.

For example...
https://images.hellogiggles.com/uploads/2016/04/14013812/giphy28.gif placed between the [img][/img]

pops up as this...

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

Sunie Marks

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Sunie got to work and found her zone as someone had once called it. It was the time she found her groove and work seemed to fly around her. She really didn't notice much that was going on around her as she remained focused. Moving from station to station in her workshop to mold, grind, and more. IT was rare these days she was able to actually get this type of work done without being bothered. Her sisters were usually under foot and it kept her from actually focusing 100% on the task at hand. Yet, with them out of the shop until the evening and the man who she had to tell was on the wrong planet out of her hair she found the place in her work she enjoyed the most. Silence.

That was until the buzzing started. At first it didn't register as any thing more than just the usual machine drumming in the background as she worked but as the seconds ticked by it became more and more apparent that it wasn't her machines. Well it was a machine just not the ones she wanted to hear. It was the phone... Mumbling under her breath she turned off soldering iron she had been working with and set it down before pulling her gloves off. Reaching over to the phone she picked it up and rested it against her shoulder as she lit up a cigarette. "Custom Pieces, Sunie speaking, how can I help you?" she said right fast.