Lady Absinthia

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

@The Grey Dust On day 2 of 3

🦄 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 - 1:35 P.M. Local Time

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Peter & George

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks: Reginald's Office

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A sheepish grin formed at the right corner of Georges lips, his eyes darting down towards the floor as a grunt came from him; it was rough but there was a hint of a chortle in that raspy cough. His shoulders shrugged a bit at the comments but Peter let out a rather light guffaw. "That he is uncle. This one is quite the jokester, very sharp," Peter said with a smile but that smile faded quickly at Georges question. "Very long story there old chap. One I will tell you once we have a moment and I am a bit more inebriated."

George didn't question the answer. He knew what it was like to speak of injuries, even if the question was only about the ones on the surface they were like a gateway to the ones swimming beneath the surface and those were much more difficult to speak about. Yet they needed to be released but one did a little bit of a push to get the job done and give a bit of anesthesia to the process so it wasn't so painful.

Figuring it was a good moment to change the topic Peter was more than relieved when a knock came to the door and the tea service was ordered by his uncle. Yet someone else wanted to speak to the Lord Major and before Peter could hold up a finger in hopes of pausing another person having to come face to face with George the Corporal entered. Peter hoped that his penchant for wanting to yell and serve his uncle above and beyond the course of duty would keep him from spotting George right off. That hope was dashed away as the man set his eyes straight on George.

George turned his head slowly as the corporal entered the room, general curiosity and a general means about keeping one sharp in their surroundings. His brow rose slightly as the man froze. He started to say hello but it was cut off as the man made a mad dash for the exit. Why did it always have to be like this? George new why but he figured at battle hardened soldier would be a bit better at dealing with a face mask. Maybe the lad wasn't so battle hardened. Turning his head to face forward once again, his chin lowered and he grunted. "mmm, apologizes," the war scarred man muttered under his breath. Maybe he should have sent a wire to Peter instead of showing up in person.

"Nonsense my good man. That one is always a bit theatrical from what I have asserted. Perhaps a run will do him some good to get rid of some of that excess energy he possesses. One would think he was a ring master of the circus in a previous life," Peter said, hoping to reassure his old friend but he could tell by the way George's shoulders slumped as he stared at the ground and how his fingers fidgeted with the cap sitting on his knee. Clearing his throat Peter shifted in his seat slightly. "So what brings you to Cairo?" Peter finally added, hoping this time changing the subject would work.

George looked up slowly, a timid expression on the half of his face that could be seen. There was a bit of light in his eye, a gratitude that could be seen without the words being said. "College," he said plainly at first. Then he began to speak and told Peter and the Lord Major about how he was speaking at one of the local Universities about the transition from war to civilian life for those bearing severe injuries. A sociological study in a way. As he spoke to Peter his voice remained gravelly but his sentences became more structured. It seemed the more at ease he felt around a person the more he spoke. As long as he kept his face turned to one side to where you could not see the mask one could almost forget the trauma that laid on the other side, almost. If it were not for the damage to his vocal chords that were, that always seemed to be the tell tale sign despite everything else.

The Legal Aide for barracks looked at Josephine and Haakon and nodded. "My lord, what a trying situation for the both of you to be subjected to. Well in any case, you are back now safe and sound. Let us hope that is the last you will hear from the local authorities. Should it arise again, please do inform me and I will escort you. Best not leave you legally hanging in the wind with no representation," he said before offering his arm to Josephine.

"Yes, of course. I will be more than happy to show you two back to your respective quarters and perhaps have a bit of spirits brought up to you as well as small noche to enjoy and sustain you until the next proper meal," he suggested. "This way if you both will," he added before showing them the way back through the compound to their quarters. Their guards followed them as they went and the lawyer informed them that their drinks and snack would be up post haste, as well as their guards would escort them to the Lord Major once they had a chance to freshen up. Giving them both a courteous farewell he left them alone to tend to their business as he returned to his.

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Vera Munn

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Location: Egyptian Museum: Her Office

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"Indeed it is, with Lady Kingston speaking the language, saying the prayer, well I dare say it means we are on the right course of action it does. How splendid," Vera said with high enthusiasm as she spoke. Her eyes darting over towards Nora. "If it does not seem presumputious of me, I would like to suggest that perhaps now is a perfect time for you to expand your linguistical knowledge. A crash course in Ancient Egyptian might be just the ticket to help you feel more at ease. Knowledge leads to understanding and at this point I hope I am not forward in saying that you would do well to have some without the constant need for an interpreter."

Ancient Egyptian was not an easy language to learn but Vera had no doubt in her mind with Lady Kingstons penchant for mathematics and her own background in education that Nora would be able to pick up the basics post haste. Her confidence in Nora's abilities gleamed through as Vera spoke. It was only reinforced as Neema spoke up. "I believe she would be able to pick up the language with some ease," the older woman said as she smiled over towards Nora. Vera's brow perked a bit at the old lady. Not over the fact that she was confidant in Nora's abilities but how she addressed Nora, calling her by her first name. Was this woman a governess to the family? She doubted it; unless she had been with Nora since she was small, the woman would have still addressed her as Lady Kingston instead of just plain Nora.

The delivery man smiled and thanked William over and over again for the payment and assured him if he should want anything else to please contact him, giving the man his card before he slipped out of the museum quickly. Only giving a quick glance towards Akhmed on the way out with a nod before pushing the door open and heading back out into the streets of Cairo. Akhmed returned the nod before turning his attention back to Mahendra. "I see, well it does seem that you fit the basic requirements for the position sir," he said as he perused the papers that the man had provided him.

"Yes, very much indeed. Though I might state that you appear to be a tad over qualified for the position of Junior yet that is not for me to determine. If you would sir, please follow me," he said as he handed the papers back over to Mahendra. "I believe the curator is available at this time, he is whom which you will need to speak with to secure a position," he added as he stepped out from behind the front desk and motioned for him to follow. Yet he was stopped as a messenger came into the museum and flagged Akhmed down.

"Just a moment sir if you please," he said as he turned his attention away from Mahendra and to the messenger. Taking the small envelope from him he tipped the man and thanked him. Opening the envelope he pulled out a slip of paper and read over it quickly. "Oh wonderful," he said with a slight smile before tucking the message away in his coat pocket and looking back over towards Mahendra. "If you would just follow me, I do need to make a quick stop before I take you to the curator."

"I dare say those are quite remarkable," a voice chimed in from behind where Mosi was seated. An older man was standing over her and looking down at the sketches she had pulled out. "Oh do forgive me ma'am. Mr. Khons, curator of the museum. I just couldn't help but look as I passed by. It is wonderful to see foreigners taking such an interest in our little slice of historical display," he said giving a slight bow as he introduced himself and stepped around her to offer his hand in greeting instead of remaining behind her.

"We get so few American's in here," he added as he looked over her attire. "Well ones that seem to take a true interest in what gems the Nile produces instead of just a passing fancy because it is in the in thing. A breath of fresh air compared to the ones I currently have to deal with," he added before his head snapped around as he heard his name being called out. It was Ahkmed with someone in tow approaching. "Excuse me," he said to Mosi before stepping over towards Ahkmed.

"Yes?"

"Sorry to disturb you sir but I was just on my way to speak to the young lady over there and then come to find you but thank the pharaohs I have struck two cats with a single glance," Ahkmed began before explaining that Mahendra was there to apply for the position of Junior in the museum and that he appeared to have the required credentials.

"I see, yes, I will take over from here," Mr. Khons said, dismissing Ahkmed to tend to his duties and then looking over towards Mahendra. "Let us speak in my office," he said motioning for Mahendra to follow him as Ahkmed bid farewell and good luck to Mahendra and then headed over towards Mosi.

"Mosi, I have splendid news," he said pulling out the envelope from his pocket and handing it over to her. It was in Arabic. "My old friend Aton said he would be more than pleased to have you attend an evening exhibition. He has no class today unfortunately but he is willing to teach you should you find the exhibition he is doing tonight a fit for you."

"Enter," Vera said as she heard the knock and turned to her attention to the door. She froze in her place as the door opened and William of all people entered her office. Her lips pursed a bit and her eyes narrowed as he muttered an apology and headed back to the stacks. How dare he come back like this. Did he believe that an over abundance of flowers would set things right so he could just stroll right back into her haven?

Shaking her head she turned her attention back to the conversation at hand. She had asked Neema why she was there and what history she had in the city. Neema had been all to happy to answer any questions, informing the women there of her past with the museum and the curator on a professional level, the tiles, the digs she had helped with, and so forth. It had left Vera rather surprised and impressed, if it were true. She would need confirmation. "I see, I will have to speak with Mr. Khons of course about this."

"Would expect no less my dear," Neema said with a nod.

"Though I believe he is in meetings today trying to hire a new Junior here in the museum so that will have to wait. Yet with Lady Kingston's history and such I see no issue if you would like to take a look at what we discovered this past night," she said as she pointed over towards a table at the far end of her office where she had thankfully moved the tiles last night, otherwise they would have come under the heel of Mr. Drakes boots when he put them up on her desk just a short time ago.

"Lady Kingston, if you would be so kind as to show Neema the tiles and perhaps show Ms. Ridgeway here as well. I believe I need to attend to an elephant in the room before it turns into a bull in a china shop," she said glancing towards the flowers from Mr. Drake that were sitting before them. Neema took the hint and looked over towards Nora, awaiting her.

Vera rose from her place as she smoothed out her skirt and took a deep breath. Turning and making a beeline for the stacks after she excused herself. Walking over towards William she had it all planned out in her head what she would stay. She would give him a right good scolding for pulling such a prank on her, for playing with her feelings like that with the flowers, for taunting her, for dare insinuating that he was of noble birth by signing the card as Sir Drake. Yet, nothing came out of her mouth besides a rather sudden "Ahhck!" as the woman tripped over the edge of one of the runners and fell forward, landing with her face planted right into Williams chest. "Oh fuddle," she muttered as her hands clung to his shoulders to keep from continuing to fall.

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Aziza Tarek

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Location: Gheit el Idda: Aziza's Home

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Aziza stayed behind Harry as he entered the apartment, giving a few moments before she followed. She was nervous to enter but found that she was even more so standing out on the veranda alone. Harry gave her a sense of calm when she was around him, she felt safe. Even if her apartment still held an intruder, if Sgt. Walsh was there she was far less worried than being out alone in the open considering everything.

Slowly she stepped inside and her hand came to her lips as she looked around at what she had called her home for the last several years. The place was in ruins, her things strone about without care. The life she had built for herself had been violated and with a single glance she could feel a knot tightening in the pit of her stomach. She had been worried about joining this little expedition but after seeing what someone had done to her home she decided that it was best for her to collect what things she needed right then, send for the rest, and never step foot into her domicile again.

Looking over towards Harry as he spoke to her, her eyes were misty with tears that were threatening to form. She found it hard to swallow the lump in her throat but she managed eventually as she stepped closer to him and rested her head on his chest seeking a comfort right then she knew only he could provide. "I will have to move," she said quietly as her arms came around him and she clung to his form, trying to fight off the want to melt into a sobbing heap. She had worked so hard over the years to build a life here in Cairo, one in which if she was ever able to see her son again she could bring him to. That was all gone now because of someone. They had taken the home she had built and turned it into a crime scene where safety was no longer an option. She would have to move. Start over again once they returned from the expedition. Have to leave the city. Perhaps the Lord Majors offer to leave the country was not such a bad one right then.

Pulling back she looked up with sorrow in her eyes to Harry. "Just...just let me gather me things," she stuttered as she reluctantly pulled away from him. If she had not been so fearful that who ever had done this atrocity would return she could have easily remained there against him for hours. Turning she wiped a tear away and girded her loins, taking a deep breath as she walked with determination through her home. Gathering clothing, papers, what she felt she could need not only for the expedition but anything else she might need just in case she could never step into the apartment again.

It did not take her long before she had systematically packed three bags with nearly anything of value in them. A steely look of fear laced with anger seemed to fuel her as she packed as quickly as her fingers folding would let her. She was shaking visibly as she did but she managed in silence. It was obvious there was a strength beneath the fragile surface that was beginning to show through the cracks. Aziza had never thought of herself as a strong person but she had to have been to survive the way she had over the years. Trauma pushed so many to an edge which they leapt off of but not her, she pushed through it each time and carried on.

Forcing a smile as she finished and set the last of her bags by the door she looked back over towards Harry. "I just need to change quickly," she added. There really was no place left for her to change in private. Doors were off the hinges. Shaking her head she grabbed what she had laid out to wear and motioned for Harry to turn around without a word. She changed quickly, slipping out of the attire she had been wearing the night before into something a bit more fitting for the day. It was a simple outfit, compared to what she had been wearing. Red, rose red with lace, overlayed with sheer tulle. She let her hair down fully and pulled a matching sheer wrap over her head, tucking a few loose strands behind her ears as she stepped in front of Harry and stepped into the red flat slipper by the door.

"I just need to get Drahl now," she said finally as she rested her hand against Harry's arm and let out a breath while she looked up at him. Without warning she leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. A bush came to her cheeks as she pulled back from the lingering kiss. "Thank you, for everything."

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 22nd, 2017

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@Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @FantasyChic @Scallop @Nallore

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*All in the same time frame now - so if you need to message someone or call them - it will contact them in real time finally.

Diamond District: "If that is all you want from here, that is all we will get," Zoie said as she looked over towards Mali and smiled. "Ring us up," she added towards the sales associates. There were boxing up several things already. Seemed Zoie had picked out a few things as well. "Have everything delivered to the Diamond Justice Hotel as quickly as possible. The dress within the hour. Suite 7000," she said as she pulled a credit card from her purse and paid for their little shopping spree.

Once that was taken care of she turned her attention back to Mali and smiled. "Well that was a start. How about a trip over to the spa before we continue shopping? I could do with a wash and rinse, mani/pedi. Not to mention they have a wonderful light lunch while we are setting to enjoy," she suggested as she signed the receipt and tucked it away. "Business expenses. You just have to love a tax write off," she said in a light voice.

"After that I figure we can hit a few more shops, a trip to the jewelry store. Cartier is fabulous. We will need to borrow an item or two for the evening. And then, shoes. I could use a new pair of Zanotti," she said with a laugh as she headed for the door and held it open for Mali with one hand as the other placed her sunglasses on her face.

Police Department: Station 54: "Yeah, no. Not letting you out of my sight right now. Safe house might be okay but if the others came back and you were there I am not sure how they would take it without me being there to introduce you. Even if they did leave us breakfast." Roy stepped outside and headed straight for his car. Popping the trunk and tossing the bag of weapons into it.

"And your place... That is just suicide at this point. The run to the department shouldn't take long. I will probably just get a quick chewing out before I am dismissed. Not fired. He can't," Roy added as he climbed into the car. Taking a deep breath he started it up and waited on Riley to get in before continuing. "As far as Juno goes I still work for them, at least that is what they think. He wouldn't dare let me go without their okay," he said as he backed the car up and pulled out of the parking lot.

"Don't know how long they will stay out of the loop where it comes to me but for now I might as well use what little pull I have to get answers," he said in a regretful voice as they drove out onto the highway and started to head towards the police station. Roy made small talk, about how his captain was used to him vanishing like this. Juno had set him up as a detective so he could go under cover without word and not have to report everything. How it worked exactly he wasn't sure but he had been through this before apparently and because of that he was used to getting nothing more than a chewing out from time to time.

Pulling up to the station he parked and turned the car off before looking over at Riley. "If anyone asks, I have been looking into a breaking and entering at your place," he said as he shoved his keys into his pocket and got out of the car.

Justice Memorial: The phone rang a few times, a few times longer than one might expect before someone finally picked up on the other line. "Justice Police Department; Station 51 - what ya want?" a voice came in on the line. It was a gruff voice. Station 51... Not Station 54, who handled things in the area of Boston Heights. Well he calling from the hospital and not home right then, so it made sense that he wouldn't get the same police station.

FBI Headquarters Justice: "No worries, please have a seat," Special Agent Collins said to Priya as he motioned for her to have a seat across from him at his desk before sitting back down and pulling his chair in slightly. "Yeah, I pulled up the file you are talking about. I wish I could give you more information but..." he said rubbing the back of his neck a bit. "I might have brought you down here for nothing..."

Hitting a few keys on the keyboard he then turned his monitor around and showed Priya what he was talking about. The file was there, or at least the one she had already was. Even on the screen it was redacted. Hitting a few more keys he left the monitor to face her but suddenly on the screen a message popped up over the file - Classified.

"I really have no idea why it is like this..." He muttered under his breath before another voice chimed in coming up from behind Priya.

"So that Nosy Nelly's like you don't go poking around."

"Marc! Where the hell have you been?" Collins said standing up as Marc walked over and adjusted his tie a bit. He was no longer in his drivers suit but his usual five piece that he wore for the office.

"Long story. Now why are you looking into the Lawson Case and who is this?" he asked as he looked over towards Priya.

"This is Detective Khurana, Justice PD. She was assigned the case and was looking for some information. I was trying to help her you ass but hey, since you are here, have at it," Collins said sitting back in his chair and rolling his eyes.

"I see," Marc said as he turned more to face Priya and nodded a bit. "Special Agent Marc Tinder. Why don't we go have a chat," he suggested. He didn't even wait for her to answer before stepping over to another desk, unlocking a drawer, pulling out a lap top and then proceeding to walk over to a conference room. Once there he looked over towards Priya and motioned for her to join him inside.

Taking a seat at the long table he got semi comfortable as he opened his lap top and then leaned back in his chair as he laced his fingers together. He waited for the woman to see if she would follow of just stay there and deal with Collins. Marc wasn't usually this short and terse but he had things to do, walking back into headquarters to find someone snooping about his case didn't exactly put him at ease. Collins sighed a bit and rubbed his temples before looking back over at Priya. "Sorry about that. Listen if you want information, I will try to wrestle some out of him later but he is a bit tight lipped about this case. Good luck."

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Morose - Day 6

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

@Sigil @Morose @FantasyChic @Bluesky44 -

Okay day 3 on the reset for the RP. After 12 Midnight EST time tonight, if you are wanting to interact with any characters or NPC's I control it will be too late. (I need to give myself time as well to type up things instead of being rushed, so if you don't message me tonight I won't reply to it - after tonight I will only reply through out tomorrow as I can.) So get anything in you need a reply to post haste.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Morose Day 6

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Morose @Sigil @mnkee @Rivaan @Sputnik

Okay, we have a little something different going on in the IC now. EVERYONE is on a case now. We are covering time until night falls. (Seriously, get to nightfall in your post or it will be considered null and void.) Once again, you MUST get to nightfall by end of post. You have 14 days from now to get that done. Those that haven't posted for your case this last round still need to get that up before the counter hits 8 on the last case update. (And please remember, your counter for this new case is going off my last IC post, not when you post your case.)

It might be a bit confusing what I laid out, so please pm me or tag me here if you have questions. Be on top of things. Just because you have 14 days from now doesn't mean you should wait until the last minute. You are covering a lot so you will need this time.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 22nd, 1823

Annan, Scotland

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Lady Kirkpatrick gave the girl that called herself Neasa a terse nod and a humph as the door opened from the inside of the dress maker and was held open for the lady. Stepping inside the place was rather luxurious and the attendants were more than ready to cater to every last whim the Lady Kirkpatrick put forth before them. "Come now, don't leave me waiting. At my age, I just haven't got the time," Lady Kirkpatrick said as she took one of the attendants hands and was lead over to the a plush silk covered chair. Resting herself down slowly she placed her cane right next to her and kept her hand on the carved knob at the top, the woman looked as if she was ready to strike at any moment and towards anyone. It could be easily seen in the attendants eyes that this made them nervous but to have such a woman with means in their shop, it meant a pay day and that was something everyone could use in these times.

.... And now we are going to cover time time. Maeve needs a wardrobe and that is going to take time for measurements, colors to be chosen, fabrics to be looked over, these type of fittings can takes hours on hours and this one will. That can also mean a lot of dead time. So we are going to be covering out time until night fall here in Annan. 14 days to cover the fitting and be done with it. Now Maeve won't be walking out of there with really anything to wear since most clothing during this time is hand done after a fitting, especially for the wealthy. They will be delivered later on once we are further along in the RP. You are free to control the attendants at this point - PM me for Miss Sally reactions, quips, or caneings lol.

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Things are about to jump... Time wise that is. Mark this down - 14 days. Why 14? So we can really move things along. This is going to bring us to nightfall throughout England. You are going to be able to "move freely" as long as you don't come into contact with any other PC's than the ones you are currently near. So Constantin, Vlad, Mary are together; Virginia and the Mosi Family; Thalken & Francis; Gerard and Fyror. (And if people are feeling frisky, Thalkens family can step into the fray - just pm the Rper controlling the Pc's you are wanting to be in contact with.)

Now you can break these down as much as you want, you don't have to post 1 super long post at the end of 14 days, you can post in between to make things easier for people to keep up with. (Which would honestly be preferable.) Yet, some might need more than 7 days to get through a half way point. And I know some of you are planning a few things so this will enable you to do so.

Down at the strand - Thalken and Francis are in the Glimmeric now, basically wondering a big WTF Mate to why the bodies, why that man. During your 14 day stretch, cover as much as you can until nightfall. PM me as you need information or as you use your skills for rolls to see what pops up. Michael has finished up with the Doctor and is back at his shop. Meat is prepared and ready to be picked up. Sarah Ann is still in her room currently looking at the spot where the man came to a stop at her feet.

At Regent Park - You are still trying to save Elizaveta. Sister Sophia seems to be in a trance as she prays. Adam is acting.. oddly as he prays. Stepping closer and closer to Veta as he does and yet Myska isn't acting like he wants the boy to back off, even as the boy crawls right onto the bed. O.o Myska is normally one to growl people back unless he really knows them. This current situation is unheard of. Pm me for interaction with Adam, rolls on skills, ideas you might have outside of the box. You will be covering time until Mary has to leave to meet with the Graveolase unless word is sent quickly to tell them to meet her at the Circus. Everyone does love a clown.

On the Road - We are going to keep rolling once you post to get you as far as we can until nightfall. So far the rolls have been in your favor and you haven't had any hiccups. Once you post, you will be stopping at a Stage Coach Post and changing out horses quickly before continuing on north. There will be a coach there that is broken down and getting repaired that you both will see as the horses are changed. Gerard will recognize it as the one that took Miss Milli away from the house the night before. Seems you are on the right track. Might be a good time to quickly question the people there at the small post if they know or heard anything.

At the Funeral - I know Virginia needs to finish this up - how long that takes will be up to you. Bodies burning though.. Since there isn't really a cremation chamber as of yet that I can find - old fashion burning will probably have to do. It will take a good 8 hours, if not more (will depend on the rolls), to cremate the body and it won't reduce the body as much as it will in this day and age. Not sure if you want to have Virginia wait while the body is being burned or if she will leave after it starts and return once it is finished. (She would have plenty of time to do things inbetween) - Burn baby burn.

If you have questions - hit me up - here to help. I am wanting to give you all a bit of free time for this, why the two weeks. You all have been plotting, planning, scheming. Show me what you got, start the ball rolling. Halloween is coming, time to really step up our game and see just how dark we can get. Trick or Treat my lovelies.

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

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Kyra

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Things were moving now, Kyra could hear things happening but she wasn't taking her eyes off the walking suit of armor in front of her. She had closed most of the distance to it before, now only had a short sprint lunge forward and her sword thrust straight into the neck area, the small opening between the helmet and the chest plate. Coagulated black blood started flowing down the blade and the armor. There was nothing more she could do in that split second but thankfully she had a little bit of back up at her side at all times.

Ash leapt up, tackling the armor as his paws landed on the chest plate. Pushing the armor back and off Kyra's blade. The helmet went flying off. The dire wolf's jaws clamped down on the skull of the newly revealed zombie; crushing the bone and rotting flesh between his jowls. The crunching sound echoed near Kyra as the dark blood from her blade dripped from above Ash and onto his white fur.

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Sana

Location: The Tower
Interacting With: A1
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Sana wasted no time in drawing another arrow from her quiver, nocking the the piece of flying death into place. Drawing back the string of her bow she took aim again. In this close quarters, this close to the monster she had just sunk her previous arrow in, she would have much preferred to go hand to hand. She could have moved faster, wasting less time in pulling arrows and nocking them but that would have to wait until she didn't have two right before her and didn't already have her bow in her hand. Sticking with what she had at hand until further notice she let the arrow fly.

It met it's mark. Hard for a marksman to miss this close to the target, especially since she had already hit it once. It didn't go down the first time but as the second arrow met its mark, the slit of the visor in the helmet, it did the trick. The armor didn't stumble back, simply dropping rather unceremoniously to the ground. A long breath released from her lips as she watched it fall and her eyes turned quickly to the monster in armor that had been right next to the one she just dropped.

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Up next: Thomas

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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