Lady Absinthia

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

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Anisa Crowe

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Location: Lady Luck: Table Main Room

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Anisa tapped her cards somewhat as she sat there. "Sounds like the usual application for this crew," she said without batting an eyelash. Granted her current crew had't really had that much of an application process. More of an elimination process but that was neither here nor there. The only ones she really didn't know what was up with was Jahosafat and Foy. The rest she had the information she needed, either from them already being a member of her crew for sometime or because they were rather upfront about things. Anisa herself despised the alliance yet she had her reasons for tolerating the three new comers. Why Daphne and Dorothy were was beyond her. Their hate, as far as she knew, ran just as deep.

Jahosafat at that time didn't care who thought what about him as long as they didn't think he was poor. The woman in his lap obviously didn't. He sat there talking to her but there really wasn't much information to be had. He went on about his home, his money, his breeding. Didn't mention the ship other than he could be useful on giving the girl a checkup yet he was meaning anything but medical right then.

Glancing over towards Daphne Anisa grunted slightly. "We haven't exactly stocked since landing. You don't get something now, don't expect anything anything to be available later," she said before her attention was turned elsewhere. She wasn't playing this game anymore and letting her act like a child. If she so much as saw her eating off her sisters plate again she wouldn't have a place on the crew. If Dorothy wasn't going to force her to grow up, Anisa would. Captain, mother hen, bitch - it was all the same to Anisa.

The captains brow quirked as Fitz asked if Jackie was a murder and she nearly snorted her drink when he spoke. Kid was either dumb or had balls the size of Osiris. This would be interesting to see how the woman answered. Not that if she had killed someone it would mean much to Anisa or any of the crew probably for that matter. There might have been one person who hadn't put a bullet through someones skull on her crew. Maybe one but even that was doubtful. And Murder was just a broad term. Some people deserved to die, so it wasn't murder. It was just justice.

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

@rivaan You're fine, no worries.

I Need Some Directions!

@Exit With combat, your best bet if you don't want to develop your ow system is to go off an existing one. Tabletop Books make this a lot easier than one might think. DnD is a good base but if you aren't used to the game mechanics it can be confusing. (And seriously, if you go with a DnD base, do NOT make the mistake I have in the past. Don't let them use ANY version, pick one and stick to it no matter how much players complain. Their complaints are a lot less of a headache than trying to work through multiple versions and homebrews.)

Considering you are going classic magic, DnD is probably going to be your best bet for a prebuilt system.

If you want to put the time into it just develop your own. For forum, it might actually be the best route. I prefer it actually. (I have different systems built for many of my own RPs) Thing is, this takes time and a lot of dedication.

Yet a base form isn't hard at all. You can start it off easy. Since you want to go classic magic - do a basic spell set up where they create their own.

Spell Name: Materials Needed to Cast: Effect/Damage: Draw Back. - Or something along those lines.
Then just decide if you what to do the rolls yourself or leave it up to the players to determine if damage is done. (Honestly I recommend handling damage a GM thing. It cuts down on a lot of problems.)
If you handle it, then come up with a quick system to figure out what hits. Can be as simple as they have a 50/50 chance and flipping a coin to a percentage thing. (Higher the percentage, more damage it does.) All up to you.

Just make sure whatever you decide on it fits your personality. If you are anal, dedicated, and will push forward no matter what bomb is dropped on you - a more complex system with less loop holes is probably for you. (And in the ends means you would probably do best developing your own.) If you don't have the time or don't think you can dedicate as much time as you would like, either go Dnd or another Tabletop and run with theirs. (Cut out what you don't want to deal with.)

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

@mnkee Okay, good to go. Move her on over to the CS tab and get her relations done. (Paradox Relations Sheet) When that is done, just add it. I will update for Alicia in my next update to start us off and then we will collab her official entrance.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@FantasyChic Okay, I think I know where the confusion comes in. It comes in with you not being a part of the RP when Lawson was killed. The tape that Tinder made her is a copy of the televised stuff when Lawson was killed. So the knowing it went down at the Warehouse would have been common knowledge. Is to most who caught it live on Tv that day. I just forgot you weren't part of the RP then so you wouldn't have known. it was one of those - "it's such common knowledge it got over looked" lol So that is on me.

As far as the Bar thing - well figure that is because of the shootout at Club AfterDark - which also happened before you came to the RP. (And was on the news as well) - so that is an easy cross wire.

🦄 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 @Natsu

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Diamond District: Helga laid the sheet down once Mali was rolled over and got back to work. She was wearing a simple pair of white slacks, white polo, and white shoes. Seemed to be the standard outfit for anyone working as a massage therapist there. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun. From the looks of it there was no symbol on her skin: no tattoos or brands. Nothing to say she was part of some organization. Granted, not all her skin was showing due to her clothing.

It was a good time before she finally finished completely and stepped back slowly from the table. "There you go. Lay there for a bit. Relax, stay as long as you want. Water is there. Drink a lot help wash out toxins and keep from feeling weak later. Card on counter, call me if you want to set up another appointment one day," she said before excusing herself and leaving Mali to relax for as long as she wished. The room lights were still dimmed and the ambiance music still played.

Police Department: Station 54: Roy reached out and picked up the SD card when Priya laid everything she had gotten form Marc onto the table. Flipping it over in his hand he quirked a brow. "Footage from the bar? What bar?" he asked as he took a seat and set the card back down on the table. The only bar he had heard about was Club Afterdark and that wasn't in connection to what happened to Lawson. Lawson had been killed outside of the Warehouse that was Clemins front for his gun running. Hell, he had been killed by Clemins himself on live TV. There was no bar around there and from all the information he had, Clemins had been there all morning, minus a few minutes outside of Boston Heights that morning when he left home.

Glancing over at Riley and noting she was still on the phone he turned his attention back to Priya. "Someone tell you there was a bar involved? Cause either A they were talking out of their ass or B I am way of track. I've been going in the wrong direction before but never THAT much." Leaning back he wondered if Tinder had mentioned a bar but Tinder hadn't. Tinder had told her he had camera footage from inside the Warehouse. "Either way I wouldn't put that on any of the systems here. Closed system, no net access, and a hard-drive you don't mind burning in a volcano after you are done."

Deadlight District: The man looked up from what he was doing and simply nodded at Bart. It could have been he didn't understand the language. Yes, was of some Asian decent but from looks alone one couldn't tell. One could assume he was Japanese considering he was making Sushi and everything was written in Japanese and Engrish (no that is not a typo). Or it could be he just didn't want to talk. He did have a gruff look on his face and he was probably old enough to be Barts father, or even grand father. It was hard to tell.

He worked quickly and placed several pieces of Sushi on it. One of them was what Bart ordered, tuna. The others were nothing close. He wrote on a slip of paper and slid it over to Bart without a word - $9.50. The look on his face was one that was pretty easy to read - Don't argue, pay and eat

La Hacienda: Maria cut Natasha off as her foot his the bottom step and the two exchanged a few quiet words in hushed voices. As they finished, Natasha headed upstairs and Marias eyes narrowed. Turning she sought out Thalia and shoved Liam into her arms. "You take Liam, I have to deal with your uncle," she said in a cold flat tone. She wasn't accepting no for an answer. Granted that didn't mean that Thalia couldn't pass the child off onto someone else. Hell the entire familia was there honoring Alicia. Most of them knew what was up with the baby. It only took Maria arriving and telling one person for it to spread like wild fire. It was why Maria had insisted on being there when he arrived at the house. She was half surprised Thalia hadn't said anything.

Turning she walked off and went to find Caesar. It didn't take long. They might have been divorced but they had been married for a long time, raised a child together, and now were in mourning for that child. "You never stop do you?" she said as she finally found Caesar. "Nunca dejes de husmear, ni siquiera por un día. ¡Ni siquiera para el funeral de tus hijas! ¡No tienes respeto por los muertos! Para nuestra hija! Lo entiendo, quieres encontrar los imbéciles que la mataron. Yo también. ¡Así es el último miembro de la familia! ¡Todos estaríamos encantados de abrir el hijo de puta que mató a mi bebé y usar sus órganos para columpiarse, pero hay un momento y un lugar, César! ¡No está aqui! ¡No es hoy! ¡No es cuando nuestra hija se presenta y se encuentra con sus antepasados! ¡Hoy no! ¡Así que detente o sal y voy a enterrar a MI hija SOLA!" she hissed. Her voice was loud and it carried. And it sounded nearly identical to one of Alicias rants in voice and manner, just with a lot less cussing.

Translation

Never stop snooping, not even for a day. Not even for your daughters funeral! Have you no respect for the dead! For our daughter! I get it, you want to find the assholes that killed her. So do I. So do ever last member of the family! We all would happily carve open the son of a bitch that killed my baby girl and use their organs to swing from but there is a time and a place Caesar! It is not here! It is not today! It is not while our daughter is laid out and meeting her ancestors! Not today! So stop it or get out and I will bury MY daughter ALONE!

Justice Asylum: Risa nodded slightly but kept her eyes on Jaina even when she spoke to Iris. "Je ne m'inquiète pas et il vaut mieux continuer à parler français. Je ne pense pas qu'elle le parle." She obviously wasn't switching back to English just yet. She had a point, as long as Jaina didn't know what they were saying it helped. It kept everything level between the Doctor and the Patient. Both needed Risa in between to speak to the other. Not that Jaina needed the doctor, oh well she needed her, but not to speak to.

A slight smirk came to her lips and she tilted her head to the side. "Игра, которую вы говорите? Я люблю игры. Давай играть. Я побеждаю, ты говоришь мне, что я хочу знать. Вы побеждаете, я даю вам этот телефонный звонок." Reaching over slowly she picked up her bag that she had dropped before she had laid out the crazed patient in front of her. She was careful and kept her eyes on Jaina at all times, even as she reached into the bag and her hands searched out. Slowly she pulled out a cell phone and waved it slightly before shoving it into her own back pocket.

Translations

French - I am not worried about and it is better if we continue speaking French. I don't think she speaks it.
Russian - A game you say? I love games. Let's play. I win you tell me what I want to know. You win, I give you that phone call.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

@FantasyChic Not yet - Gonna get Alicia to drop her off at her room and such. So almost. Once we are done, then yeah, you will be the one to post it since it is your opening post. ^_^

@mnkee Okay, will be pming you will all that information in just a bit. ^_^

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

@Sigil @The Grey Dust @Rivaan @Dragoknighte

Okay, Dead in a Bed was the end of the last round. Sana an Kyra finally got a decent initiative roll. (So they went first this round back to back. Now, here we go with the rest of the order.

Cyne (this is not an action to attack but defense only)
Satilla
Dead In A Bed
Keystone
Thomas
Ash
Nor
Cyneberg
Hooded Figure

Updated Map placement (well same as the last one in IC since my characters did not move but hey, it's up-to-date currently.)



Same rules as usual, these should be second nature by now... -
2 square max movement a round
2 squares = no actions
1 square = simple action
0 squares = 2 simple or 1 complex action

3 day counters per character as per usual.

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

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Dead in a Bed

Location: Tower - 2nd Floor
Interacting With: A big bear
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A dead in a bed had been laying there pretty much catatonic this entire time since the group had burst into the room. He lay there unmoving as the hooded figure had leaned over him. Didn't move when the hooded figure was shoved aside. Didn't move when the blankets were tossed back once and then a second time even further. The room was rather active and full at this point with Sana finally entering. People were talking, a wolf was growling. It had only grunted until this point.

Then that shit changed. Was it because a draft had finally hit the worn fabric of his trousers and a draft had crept over his undead skin? Was it because Satillas voice was more grating than the rest? Was it the wolf? No one in the group knew but the Dead in a Bed... Let's call him Bob. Why? Because I like Bob. I imagine a dead Bill Murry when I think of Bob. What about Bob? (google it) Well Bob sits straight up and reached up, just managing to grab ahold of the bears neck with one hand. He doesn't have a small hand but it looks damn small lost in the fur. Yet Bob has a hell of a grip on the trachea of the bear.

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Sana

Location: The Tower - Second Floor
Interacting With: No one
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Okay, so Bob is showing he has some life left in him. Maybe not a lot, but he has some. Sad thing is Sana can't see this movement. That is a bear standing in front of the bed. A big bear. A big fucking bear that stands a good six feet tall at least. How wide? Probably three feet without the fur. Thankfully it has fur because you ever seen a bear without fur? That's some scary shit. (google it.)

Anywho because of this. Sana isn't seeing the corpse, wait sorry... Bob. She isn't seeing Bob attack. She doesn't have some sixth sense. She can't see through the bear. Cyne hasn't had time to react yet. Bob isn't making anymore or less noise than he was before. Hell at her angle she can't even tell if the sheets moved. Not that she would if she could have. Thing is because Ash is growling at Kyra, Sanas attention is diverted anyways. So she is standing there, holding action for now, waiting because she doesn't know she needs to move to take a shot at Bob and doesn't want to risk letting an arrow loose yet through crowd before her to take out Ash. Granted she doesn't want to kill Ash either, he hasn't attacked, just acting PMSy - which after being around Kyra for years could just be because he's tired of her shit.

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Kyra

Location: The Tower - Second Floor
Interacting With: Ash
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And on to the last one. Kyra is in prime position right now to see a lot of shit. Shit she doesn't want to see. The main thing she doesn't want to see if the fact that the wolf she has raised from a pup is suddenly over by this hooded figure who is in a tower surrounded by undead and growling at her like she just stepped on this damned tail. It isn't the first time that Ash has growled at Kyra. It comes with the territory when you are raising a Dyre Wolf. They are wild animals and never really are fully domesticated like a dog or broken like a horse. There is always some wild in them. Yet Kyra is his Alpha and her eyes narrowed slightly. "Not really a time to be challenging for Alpha Ash, back off," she said in a cool voice before her attention was turned to the other thing she really didn't want to see.

That was Bob sitting up while she was speaking and grabbing Cyne by the throat. "Oh bloody hell," she muttered as her grip tightened on her sword. She could might reach Bob with a single sword thrust if she did a deep lunge or hell even jumped but did she really want to get in the path of a bears paw swipe if that was going to happen? She wasn't sure but Kyra held her position and kept her eye on the hooded figure and Ash. She figured Cyne could handle an undead, the rest of them had gone down pretty quick. So for now, she was standing there waiting and hoping waiting didn't bite her in the ass.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Elizaveta Romanova

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Location: Russian Imperial Tent City: Off with her head!

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Elizaveta nodded slightly as she let the tent flap fall from her fingers and drift back to its original resting place. "Da, I do but vhat type of leader vould I be if I vere to let them die for me? Nyet, I vill not do this. Alone if I must but it does give me peace to knov I vill have a nev friend by my side," she said in a dove like voice before turning her attention towards Vlad so that she could make sure arrangements were in order for the Graveolases arrival to the Russian Imperial Tent City. This was not where they were originally going to meet the council but it would have to do.

Yet, her words were cut short as the chain of events set off what the Grand Duchess could only describe in her mind as a perfect example of Snow Flake to Avalanche. Her face remained calm but her eyes did widen at the sudden catch made by Vlad of a golden touched head and the quick way he whisked it behind his back. Her eyes darted over towards Adam who seemed to have missed the entire thing. She had never been so grateful for a half naked clown in her life. Petrov was not as luck to have missed the entire debacle. His jaw agape, his eyes wide. Yet both snapped back to normal as Vlad spoke to him. "Dah! Right away! Come little one, let us feast! Let us eat cake!" he said as he scooped up the little boy and whisked him away to other parts of the circus - ones with far less blood and fewer reenactments of Marie Antoinette's execution.

Gathering the folds of her gown she hefted them up to ensure they did not drag the ground. "Quickly, hay to cover the ground, send the body to her families tent. The crown will cover the cost of the funeral. With all the speed of your knives Vlad, make it so," Elizaveta said without batting an eye lash. She could not mourn now or let her feathers be ruffled. Her head turned as she heard a horse ninny. It seemed that Virginia had arrived just as the decapitation had occurred.

Pulling the horse to a stop, the man with Virginia looked over his shoulder to her. "Ahh, you will see soon enough. Tonight, the Great Bahzooli with the Grand Duchess shall show the council vhy Mother Russia should have representation with the Graveolase!" he said proudly as he dismounted and held his hands out to help her down.

The other man laughed as he watched the show unfold before looking down at James. "See! Did I not tell you, we are greatest shov on earth!" he said not thinking twice about what just occurred. It was nothing compared to the Great Goat Calamity of 1795 in north India. What Mr. Clops had done to Sister Sophia was the stuff of legend. This was a mere beheading. Jumping down he whisked James off the horse and pointed over to Elizaveta and Vlad. "You see those tvo? Such spectacle they vill shov and look nov! That! That is Myska! The Grand Duchess' kitty cat, moev!" he exclaimed as Myska came up behind Vlad and started nibbling at the neck of Alex.

"Myska...Некоторое мясо, которое вы не едите, как бы свежим," Elizaveta scolded the tiger. He liked his lips, red staining his white fur. Looking down to where the carriages were rolling up Veta gave quick instructions to have them ushered through a side road to settle the carriages in and provide them less hectic passage into the main tent than the main fare. It would do for now until things were cleaned up.

Translations

Some meat that you do not eat no matter how fresh it is.