Lady Absinthia

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

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

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October 4th, 1924 - 5:10 P.M. Local Time

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Streets Of Cairo: "Oh hun, don't worry, I have us covered. That is if you are up for a little adventure," Rosheen said with a bright smile on her face and a twinkle in her green eyes. Darting down the stairs in front of her apartment once she had locked things up she hit the street and went around a corner. Coming out a few seconds later pushing a 1924 BMW R32 Motorcycle. Grabbing the shawl from around her waist that was tied over her skirt she wove it between her legs and turns her flowing skirt into a makeshift pair of pants before climbing on and starting it up.

It roared to life and the Scottish woman smirked as she patted the thin padded seat just behind her. "Why wait on a cab or walk when we can ride and cut our way through the crowds?" she said in her thick Scottish accent. Seemed the woman was willing to be up to a little bit of mischief. "I can get us to the hotel and then the museum in no time. That is if you are game darling."

Museum: Akhmed nodded towards the Lord Major and turned his attention back to Josephine. He couldn't exactly leave his post right then and went back to work but his eyes kept darting over to her from time to time even though there was a fair amount of distance between him and the rest of the group now with visitors walking in the way.

Keystone.. Keystone? Neema went over the name in her mind before finally grasping on something in her thoughts and yanking it out. "Oh, would you happen to be related to the young man that was here earlier? The one with the cane?" the old woman asked as she stood there on Mahendras arm. She didn't want to assume they were related. For all she knew Keystone was a common last name in Britain like Smith was. Yet they had both come calling on Vera and he did mention she was his niece. Then that struck her as odd. If that was her uncle and Peter... If they were related all around was incest a common thing in Britain?

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Vera, Peter, & George

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Location: Governorate (E/F 10)
Skills: Focus (Vera), Mental Stamina (Vera)

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"It was my pleasure Nora," Peter said in a kind voice as Nora followed Vera. George held the door open for both of the women as they stepped inside. Once they were inside he let go of the door and stepped away from it. Turning the man made sure to keep the mask side of his face closest to the wall of the building as he looked around. "Well she is a delight. To think, a Mathematician working with Vera. I am sure she is finding the company refreshing compared to the women she was forced to be around back in London." Peter was commenting in passing as he stood there and rested against his cane somewhat.

"Peter..." George said as he eye went over to the man. He was looking him over and shook his head slightly. The two men had come to an agreement before they left the barracks and that agreement had been filled all things considered. At least his side of it had, now it was time for Peter to fulfill his side of the bargain. Adjusting the cap on his head he waited for an answer from his oldest friend.

"I know... Yet, can we not stay just a bit longer? Damage has already been done, what harm would it bring?" Peter asked and smiled. "And you did seem to enjoy Vera's company. It is good to see my best mate getting along so well with my darling girl."

George did not like the insinuation and he could give a thousand and one reasons to but something else was tugging at him right then and he caved. At least for now. "Mmm.. I better pick up a gift, you know how she is..." George said and Peters face lit up. "You're paying."

"Right, of course. Let's go shopping. There are a few things I wanted to pick up for this evening," Peter said cheerfully before the two men made their way down the street. They had business to attend to while the girls were taking care of things for the rest of the group.

Vera looked around inside and bit her bottom lip. She was mumbling to herself as she pointed along the directory that hung on the wall. Glancing over as Nora caught up with her. "Thank you so much for coming. Everything has become quite overwhelming very quickly between the proposed trip and Peter arriving, I am not sure my sanity can hold on to itself. At least around you I need not fear someone saying I am suffering from hysterics," Vera said in passing as her finger kept moving along the directory.

"Blasted, they have moved offices again. Why can one never sty put in this day and age?" she pondered out loud before she finally located the new location of Permits. Smiling to herself she made a note of it and then turned her attention fully to Nora. "I do hope the walk with Peter was pleasant enough. I always found he had a tremendous way with words and enjoyable to speak with at leisure."

Let's Gush!

Today's all Shiny Captain! We have hit the two year forum mark for After Miranda and I just have to gush about my peeps! It's a small group but damn we have fun and keep on trucking. @Sigil @Morose @Bluesky44 @FantasyChic - You peeps rock and hell, just for putting up with Foy and Jahosafat you should have earned a medal. But I don't have any medals, so you will have to deal with...

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Evelina Lucas

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Location:Ville au Camp: Main House (Downstairs front porch outside Room 100)
Skills: Diplomacy, Memory Training

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Giving Faith a proper handshake Evelina smiled towards the young woman. Pulling her hand back she slipped it into her pocket and the gentle clicking of something solid started in her pocket as she fiddled with her dice. The pipe smoldered in her other hand as she brought it to her lips. "Or that you are some dominatrix in a thrilling tale of adventure that is putting vile cohorts in their proper place," she said in a cheerful voice laced with a bit of intrigue over her Yorkshire accent. "Faith it is though, as you have requested." Clamping the pipe between her teeth she took a puff and motioned for the girl to go ahead and join her, there were other rocking chairs that were open for use.

"Delighted to hear it, Gilbert will be pleased to know that his attention to detail was worth the effort. And yes, I can only assume that it is much to take in. I do recall when I first came into Consciousness it was rather perplexing but then again our ways are not yours. Life as a Paradox does differ greatly," she said in a passing fashion as she stepped back over to the chair she had been resting in and set herself down. The heels of her shoes placed firmly against the porches surface as she rocked herself slowly and pulled the pipe from her lips.

"Oh yes, we are just awaiting for all of you to arrive and be settled. My esteemed colleague Gilbert will be taking you all in a single group on a grand tour of the grounds to get you familiar with everything." Looking out over the grounds and down the tunnel created by oaks and Spanish Moss. It was such a lovely sight. "There will be much to do but do let yourself adjust to the newness of everything, of this existence. Too many times I have seen ones arrive and seem fully accepting only to watch them crumble from the denial they laid their minds in. Such loss and tragedy ensues, nothing that we can do to rectify it either. As much power as we seemingly have, even we cannot mend the mind nor the heart..." she said in a wistful voice as her bright eyes seemed to glass over with a welling of tears before she blinked them back and it was gone.

Clearing her throat she smiled once again and looked towards Faith. "And you have much to learn of your new bodies and abilities now that you are here. It will be interesting to watch them manifest," she added as she rocked back a little more than usual in the chair and held it in place for a moment. "I do wonder if Nancy has seen anything in the cards about just what will produce from you newest lot." It wasn't uncommon for The Cards to get a feeling of readings more than normal when new people arrived, yet then again when she did it didn't necessarily mean it was about the new comers. It could just as easily have to do with something in another place, in another time, that they had nothing to do with right then. Then again... Everything was connected.

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Alicia Gonzalez

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Location: Ville au Camp: Main House (Outside Room 109 -> Front Porch -> Back of House headed towards Oak Tree)
Skills: N/A

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Biting her thumb nail some, Alicia spit out the bit she had gnawed off and sighed. Seemed she was done for now. She knew she needed to work on her welcoming speeches but she had time. No one had totally freaked out, she had gotten everyone settled. So it was as good as she could hope for on her first official day. Looking down the passageway as she headed towards the front of the house she spotted a few peacocks roaming the front lawn, flittering their tails. Why they kept peacocks Alicia never knew, they just did. She stopped for a moment as she heard a voice. It was Eve speaking to someone. She hadn't caught another voice but she had just walked up.

Peaking around the corner she looked along the front porch and spotted Faith there and Even sitting in her rocking chair as normal. "Yo, all done," she said as she came around the corner fully and announced herself. She glanced over at Faith and nodded a bit. "Hey, looks like you're finding your way around, sweet. Hell, nice to see you out and about," she said before glancing back towards Eve and forking over the clipboard. "I think that is everyone," she added.

Even reached up and took the clipboard, gave it a glance and handed it back. "For now, keep a hold of that. As long as you are our resident greeter you will need it on you at all times while on the grounds. When you leave for missions, do ensure it makes it back to Gilbert for storage or myself," Eve said as she pushed herself out of her chair. Alicia nodded and smirked a bit. She liked the idea of having the clipboard. It let her know things about each new arrival. As far as going out on a mission, she really didn't want to anytime soon. Especially considering what happened on the last mission.

"Okay, gonna go check the kitchen, have a feeling Gilbert didn't wash my fucking dishes," she said before darting off after giving a slight wave towards Faith. Rushing back through the passageway to the back of the house and running towards the Oak Tree.

"Language!" Even quipped and then rolled her eyes slightly before turning her attention back to Faith as one of the peacocks called out. "So where were we?"

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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World Narrative

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Current Temp - 59F
Roads - Icy patches, melting, walkers
Downtown Newnan - Shitstorm 2.0 (And you thought the Zomnado was bad...)
Buglout Meeting Locations - Arnco Mills, Sharpsburg, Moreland
Group 1 - Hoardbuster (Ash, Niesha, Riley)
Group 2 - Tiffany and Jack
Group 3 - Ray, Amelia, Sam
Group 4 - Thana, Thalia, Alex
Group 5 - Gavin, Beatrice, Lola

Maps have been updated below. Blue is snow, red is walkers. Remember, 1 dot does not mean 1 walker. Larger the red area the more walkers. (It is a sliding scale depending on how much I had the map zoomed in when I made them, I will let you know as you come to them.) - Remember to get Sanity checks if you have not gotten the all clear as of yet. (I believe the only one left is Ash currently.)

Now, below are our new maps....

Group 1 - You have walkers coming up from behind the Hoardbuster. Can see them in the side mirrors. Only a few at the front of the truck currently but that could change quickly as part of the group that was headed towards Newnan has been distracted by that large monstrosity known as the Hoardbuster.


Group 2 - 3 walkers to currently deal with. Two are going for Jack, one is going for Tiffany.


Group 3 - Currently the closest walker to you 3 is at least twenty feet away with snow and fallen forest debris in the way.


Groups 1-3 - You are on Cases. PM Each other to start/pick up for this next round. You are on 10 day counters from the time of this post, remember the next person that was up when the collab got cut is the 1st person up this round. Groups 1/2: finish posting your current collab ASAP, it is STILL on last rounds counter. Group 3: Start a new PM to me since you are bringing in a new member to the group. (Slayer, quick run down of how this works... 3 of you will work in a join pm with me, each will get a turn and need rolls before you reply just like any normal post. Difference is your reply is short, quick, and you paste it in with theirs as their turn comes up. Nal, you are up next with Ray, so start the new pm please between the 4 of us.)

Groups 4-5 - We are as per normal and are on personal counters. No cases for us as of yet.

REMEMBER TO CALL YOUR SKILLS WHEN YOU GO FOR ROLLS OR TO UPDATE ME SO YOU GET YOUR BONUSES!!!

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Thana Martin

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Location: The Truck
Skills: Redneck Vehicles

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"I'll take a grunts eyes on the map any day soldier. Us squids don't like navigating on land," Thana said as she glanced into the back of the truck via the rear-view mirror. Granted, Thana preferred the land to the waters if all truth were to be told. She was a botanist after all, worked with people to help yield better harvests. Most of her work within the Navy had been one of two things. Either recruiting for the Navy or working with the U.N. and the Army to help war ravaged areas deal with getting back on their feet. Her area, of course helping the farmers. It was usually joint task force after actual conflict was over. That and during natural disasters, which seemed to pop up constantly. This entire thing with Newnan was an example of that but then again, this could be classified as a man made disaster. Had the city itself never been put where it was, how much longer would the ground been able to maintain itself before caving in? Ten years, a hundred? Maybe more. No one could tell at that point.

Thana quirked a brow as Thalia spoke up, where had that question come from? "Well that was out of left field wasn't it?" Thana said, not exactly realizing the irony of her comment. "Never really was a huge fan, granted I blame high school for that," she said as she hands tensed on the steering wheel a tad and she took out another Face Eater that got a little too close to the truck. This one was juicy and she ended up having to turn on the wind shield wipers to clear away the gunk well enough to see. "Family was more into other sports. Football for one," she added. She didn't bother to mention that football was barely on the radar because of her sister and such but she wasn't going there. Now if Thalia brought up more extreme sports, Thana might be interested in that conversation.

As they crossed over 85 Thana glanced down the Highway in both directions. North lead to downtown ATL, and a lot of hell. South lead towards where she intended to go after all this shit was over. Right then though, west was the bet but she stopped and glanced back at Alex. "So, idea on the best route from here?"

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Gavin & Lola

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Location: The Tank
Skills: People Reading (Gavin), Tank Operations (Lola)

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"If some'ne passes away in yer arms, they ain't ever a stranger honey," Gavin said as he ran his finger along the length of Ravis Green Card before slipping it back into his wallet. He let out a breath as he let his head fall back and thud against the side of the tank a bit. A few of his curls falling into his face. "I've seen some shit done to people in my day. Rangers see shit near the border. Not like this, this was somethang else. Ain't right what they did. Ain't gonna let them keep on keepin' on. Plan on takin' ever'last one of them muthafu'kers down and let god sort'em out." The mans eyes were dark as he spoke.

Whatever Gavin and Beatrice were talking about, it seemed that Lola wasn't paying them a bit of mind. She was bouncing in her seat and singing at the top of her lungs. (Which inside the tank made it even louder, fucking acoustics.)

"When Missus Ned McLean (God bless her)
Can get Russian reds to "yes" her,
Then I suppose
Anything goes.
When Rockefeller still can hoard en-
Ough money to let Max Gordon
Produce his shows,
Anything goes.
The world has gone mad today
And good's bad today,
And black's white today,
And day's night today,
And that gent today
You gave a cent today
Once had several chateaux.
When folks who still can ride in jitneys
Find out Vanderbilts and Whitneys
Lack baby clo'es,
Anything goes."

The woman didn't exactly have a voice to speak of but what she lacked in the vocal talents she more than made up for with enthusiasm! That bitch was PARTICIPATING! In what was anyones guess but hey, since there was no TV now she could make for some hell of entertainment. She obviously wasn't going to get boring.

"Huh? What?" she finally said as she turned her attention to Beatrice. "Oh hell, I'm just along for the fun of shit. My best mate wants to go kill shit, so I go with her. She's really middle of the road about shit. Bit angry but who the fuck ain't these days. So if she says she wants to go off and kill shit, I got her back. Simple as that," Lola said with a grin before looking away. "And I'm no Harley. I'm the fun half of Master Blaster!"

Pulling his knees up Gavin drapped his arms over them. Picking slightly at the scabs that had formed on his knuckles. Left over reminders of the beating he had given that asshat from Eden. Perking a brow he looked over towards Lola and then back to Beatrice. "Welcome to Thunderdome..." he said and then chuckled as he rubbed his face.

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

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Hooded Figure

Location: Somewhere up from where he had been
Interacting With: Luckily for you, no one
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The hooded figure went up, up, and away. Okay maybe not that much. Maybe so. No one knows. All you do know is that he went through the ceiling and is no longer on the second floor. Nothing else seems to be happening but then again... You have enough on your hands as it is. So here is the rotation for this next round...

• Sana
• Cyn
• Centipede
• Hooded Figure
• Ash
• Boar A
• Kyra
• Nor
• Satilla
• Kyra
• Bob
• Thomas
• Keystone
• Boar B

And our updated maps...

First Floor


Second Floor

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Sana

Location: The Tower - Second Floor
Interacting With: Thomas, Boar B
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Sana hated that she couldn't see or get a clear enough shot off on the thing in the bed. She still had no idea what the large bear version of Cyneberg was dealing with but she could only assume at this point it was some type of undead considering that was what they had mostly dealt with since this entire adventure had begun. She couldn't get a shot off at the hooded figure either. This was starting to piss her off and she was just about to switch over to a more close combat style of fighting when the floor went all quick sand on Kyra, Ash, and Satilla. That wasn't good but she didn't move. Lightning sand flash backs... Hell no she wasn't moving. (ROUS's though, she still didn't believe in them.)

Hooded figure went up and it seemed that both Keystone and Nor wanted bacon for dinner because they were all over that pig like fat kids fighting over a single cupcake. Her head snapped towards Thomas as he spoke and she nodded. There was no time to argue and it seemed the kid was finally earning his place in the group. He managed to do something without harming a teammate. Well, without hurting her, so it was all good. Taking aim, Sana let out a calming breath and let her arrow fly towards the boar Thomas had just hit with his spell. The arrow cut through the air and into the chest of the boar just below it's neck and between its two front legs. Quickly she took a split moment to nock another arrow into place.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 22nd, 2017

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@Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @FantasyChic @Nallore

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Diamond District: Dr. Johnson got to work on Mali's facial as she sat there on her stool. She would have to get up from time to time to retrieve something from here or get something from there. All the while exchanging small talk. "I did, a long time ago. Back when I still lived in Australia. Since coming to Justice though, no such luck," she admitted as she sat back in her seat and pulled her gloves off. The sound of latex snapping slightly as each one popped off the tip of her fingers.

"Would think coming out to California would mean more people with open minds. Found that were just as closed minded here and everywhere else on the planet," she added as the gloves were unceremoniously tossed into the waste bin. "Okay, just relax a bit. The mask has to set for about twenty minutes. You can see talk and such, just try not to do facial expressions like you would imagine Wayne would do if he struck gold," she added with a slight smirk. "Going to grab some water, want a bottle?"

Police Department: Station 54: Roy looked at the two women and grumble under his breath. "Just because I suggested food doesn't mean I should be footing the bill..." he snarked as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "Fine, I'll pay but I want answers to what that deranged person said on the phone like I asked for," he said to Riley as he walked passed her and grabbed his jacket. He had asked what she had found out on the phone and not been answered. Considering he had taken time to protect her, teach her how to use a gun, and out of the sight of her fanning public he figured he had at least earned an answer to a simple question.

"Come on, lets get out of here before the Captain takes notice my ass is still here," he added as he pulled his gun and badge from the drawer of his desk. Shutting it he locked it up tight and looked over towards Priya. "Don't forget the files and stuff," he said in passing as he pulled his keys out of his pocket. "Lets go." Heading down the stairs he went for the front door. He never liked being in the office itself, preferring being out on the streets. He knew out there that there was a bullet with his name on it, in the station however he never knew exactly which gun held it. Best to get moving and quick. Food, safe house, that was the plan but things hardly ever went as planned in Justice.

La Hacienda: Natasha glanced over at Cecily as she said she would come with her and nodded. She was glad she had decided to leave. it would mean she could keep a better eye on the wound on the womans shoulder. Granted she didn't want her to have to fly twice in one day. Maybe they could take a car, rent one, drive to the border. Have a stop and enjoy some of Mexico without the Poster Man for "Meth Not Even Once" poking into her life.

Looking back at Caesar as he handed out the file Natasha couldn't stop herself from going... "Seriously?" Yeah, she could tell he was trying to make up for poking his nose into her business but that wasn't the way to go about it in her mind. "You don't get it do you? You are having the fucking option of what you hand over, what you don't. Oh and that you are even choosing to turn shit over. I didn't have a goddamned choice. You went poking around without so much as a hey, you are coming into my home so I want to make sure you are safe to be around my family - mind if I run a check? courtesy notification. So... why don't you take that file of yours, take a step back out of my way and go fuck your own face? How's that sound because me and my patient are leaving. Tell Maria if she needs anything for Liam, she has my number," Natasha spouted off towards Caesar without batting an eyelash.

It was no wonder in her file that most of the reviews she had from other doctors included notes about her being abrasive, overly opinionated, neigh on fearless. Seemed it didn't matter if she was hanging down the shaft of a silver mine, dealing with thug in the Er with a gun to her patient, or staring down the former Federale while weak as hell thanks to recovering from Cancer - Dr. Natasha Brinne of Chicago Illinois didn't back down for shit. Turning she looked back at Cecily and gave the woman a firm nod of her head. "Taxi will be at the front gate in ten, meet you down there if you need a moment," she said before she started to move. Her eyes met with Caesars for a moment. The ice in her eyes was like fire as she brushed passed him, ignoring the file and making her way downstairs.

Seemed Caesar wasn't the only one being ignored, Liam was as well and he obviously decided to get some payback on his Cousin. As she kept devouring food without giving him a second glance his face distorted. It was as if he had become possessed by Santa Muerte or something far worse. A demon perhaps. One might want to call Benicio because it looked as if an exorcism was needed immediately. Poor little Liams face was turning red, squishing up like a dumpling that had been overstuffed. His whole body seemed to tremble as snot and tears dripped from his eyes and nose. It was as if he was trying to make a sound but nothing would come out. It was suck, everything was stuck... something was stuck. A cork was holding back something from the depths of hell and threatening to spill out into the world as they knew it.

Then there was a sound, as if they had just powered up the Death Star and were about to take out Alderan. A low grumble and Liams little lips finally parted, he screamed and then the earthquake hit his whole body. The epicenter was within his little diaper which had no chance against the blowing out of the dam. Like a tube erupting while draining the septic tank of an RV, so did Liams little tush. It blew against the back of the diaper. The cotton and fibers were not made to absorb something so chunky so quickly. It hit the diaper and went straight up. Up along his back, through his clothing, and out at the neckline against the back of his skull before spraying out and around like a Cobra possessed water hose... Only brown... and chunky... and runny... and... Oh god the smell....

Liam felt better. He smiled at his Cousin, giggling as it kept coming. No one was going to touch the chocolate fountain after this... And Thalias tamales? Best to get a new plate after all that. It was all over her, and anyone within ten feet...

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Justice Asylum: Risa chuckled a bit as she rested her hands on Jania. "₁Потому как," she said before giving a quick pull and twist to put the girls joint back in place. "₂Врачи заполняют свои головы всеми типами забавных вещей, не давая им ничего сделать. Как Трапеция, или лезвия, или что-нибудь еще. Они просто недостаточно умны," Risa said as she leaned back and sat down next to Jania.

The heard the doctor but she was keeping her attention on Jania, she figured the girl was more dangerous than the doctor could ever be. Risas cool eyes darted over to Iris though and she nodded a bit to let her know she heard her. Granted that nod could mean that she thought Jania knew where the girl was. So it could be misinterpreted. "₃Итак, вы знаете, где девушка? Мы могли бы получить ее и нарисовать много красивых фотографий," Risa asked Jania with smile coming to her lips and her eyebrows shooting up as if she really liked the idea.

Translations

1 - Because
2 - Doctors fill their heads with all types of funny stuff, keeps them from being able to do anything fun. Like the Trapeze, or the blades, or anything else. They just aren't smart enough
3 - So, do you know where the girl is? We could go get her and paint a lot of pretty pictures

Mahz's Dev Journal

Been having issues with the forum for several days now.. Today we have finally breaches into the wonder world of Bad Gateway Announcements from CloudFlare... Anyone got a way to text Mahz just to ask him to reset the server? >.>

Current Mood in One Gif

<Snipped quote by KawaiiKyouko>

#relatable

>> Me: "EVERYONE SHUT UP! JURASSIC WORLD IS ON!"

@Otaku95

Every GM ever trying to keep Rpers on track for the main plot lol

Looking for a short or long term roleplay partner!

Welcome to the forum - this section is for introductions. You will want to post in the 1x1 Interest Check section further down the forum list.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Ludwig Zimmer

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Location: Russian Tent City, Regent Park, London, England, Europe, Northern Hemisphere, Planet Earth
Skills: English, Gothic, Observation, Mental Stamina, Ferret Handling

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Oh that moment of change always left his head swimming slightly, as if there was a moment it wasn't swimming though. Swimming, through the waters of space and time, through distant places. He was Gulliver and these were his travels. He had just left Brobdingnag apparently through the forest of straw and hay and was now in the middle of a wonderland. It was better than being in the world of tiny people, Glindermachs or even worse being one of those horrific Cobblewinchester Muffins. How they did enjoy crawling into the ear of people and getting wrapped up in the mind. They loved snuggling up in the folds of the gray matter. Sadly, it caused the most horrific headaches and then BOOM! What many thought of as Spontaneous Combustion was nothing more than Cobble induced brain blow out. Quite horrifying and yet remarkable at the same time. It would carry those little Muffins hundreds of yard to new destinations that would have taken decades on their little feet.

Right good way to travel when looked at from that perspective. Was that how he got where he was. Where was he? How had he gotten there? Oh yes, he had brought himself riding on his mighty steed, which was now cradled in his arms and being handled gently. Holding Dieter close to his chest his face squished up and relaxed, then squished again. His glasses dancing along the bridge of his nose, up and down each time he did. Dust on his glasses, straw in his hair, dirt on his clothing. His mouth agape as he turned around slowly, looking up into the air and towards the sky. "₁Ja, jetzt definitiv draußen." His hand coming up and pointing at the stars that were shining above. He finally had an answer to the question that he had asked himself sometime ago. Why he had the answer now and not earlier was beyond him, he must have been distracted by something.

What could have sent him mind off the path more traveled? Oh yes, there was a sword pointed at him. Why would someone point a sword at him? It must have been his ferret. The man was talking to him, not in his birth tongue. That would make things difficult. If they could not speak and not communicate how could he let him know that his ferret was nothing to fear and that he could put the sword down. This was going to be complicated. Wait, he understood. How? Had the Bablebrillance got stuck in his ear? Oh, that was ludicrous, they didn't live this far north. Well that left only three hundred more explanations but thankfully he settled on one quickly. The man was speaking a language he already knew. That narrowed it down to three. He tried one. "₂Nun, wer bist du und was machst du hier?" No, that didn't sound like what the man had just said. Try again... ₃£arjis si iqgar jah £ê galeiks?" No, that was it either. Three times a charm? "Now, who are you and what are you doing here?" Now that was close by god!

"English? Yes, English is close enough," he figured. The man said some words oddly but it would have to do for he was out of languages to try. Not to inform him of things most important. "Dieter is just a ferret, he will not bite. Lower your sword. It is silly to hold a polecat at blade point," he rambled as he held his hand out and slowly slipped Dieter into his bag. Pressing his hand to his chest he stepped closer to Constantin. His head tilted to the side as he did and his lips crinkled as he licked them. "People will think you're mad and trust me, that is not a good thing for them to think. So put the sword down and I promise," he said as he made a crossing motion over his chest, "I won't ever tell even the hornswaddles that you held a ferret up."

Biting hit bottom lip bother his eye brows raised high on his face and then came crashing down as they furrowed deeply. Why was he in the circus? Tapping his foot his fingers started twitching as he seemed to write, draw, and grab things in the air. His mouth falling agape again for he was in deep thought and everything improbable was very probable to him. Then his eyes seemed to light up as he snapped his fingers. His arms waving in the air as he looked back over to Constantin. "Have the Graveolase arrived yet? I was at the council chambers but told that there was a change in venue." He was midway into reaching into his bag to pull out an envelop when bounding towards him was something he had not expect.

A white creature which had eight legs, four arms, three heads, two torsos, and one tail! "₄Bettnässen Seiche Eimer!" he yelled as he jumped up, his arms flailing. He did not run, no there was something in his way. Constantin. He jumped, onto the front of Constantin. Legs wrapping around the mans waist, one arm over his shoulder to hold himself there. "₅Lauf! Lauf um dein Leben! Es ist der Veterblarg!" he yelled. It wasn't until he has slipped down the length of Constantin and found himself hugging the mans knees did he actually take a close look at the creature that was rushing by them now and off into the distance, darting through the tents as it went.

Slowly he got up, rolling his hips as he brushed himself off and peeked into his bag. "Dieter?" he asked, checking and the Ferret popped his head out. Smiling he looked back over to Constantin. "Just a tiger, nothing to worry about." Crossing his legs as he stood there he fell forward at the hip slightly and pulled a piece of straw off Constantins jacket. The mans accent finally registering in his mind and his head twisted nearly like an owls as he righted himself. "Oh, I'm Ludwig... You are Russian? Ahh! I must be at the Circus! Glad I found you! It wasn't easy I can tell you that much!"

Translations

1 - Yes, most definitely outside now.
2 - Now, who are you and what are you doing here?
3 - Now, who are you and what are you doing here?
4 - Bedwetting Piss Bucket
5 - Run! Run for your life! It is the Veterblarg!

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Millicent Wyndham

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Location: Heaton Hall, Heaton Park, Manchester, England
Skills: Country Knowledge (England), Diplomacy

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So many had fled London due to the attack on Almacks the night before. Many had not even waited out the night and had arrived in Manchester by carriage earlier that evening. Word was sent ahead of them by Stage Post. The season was already in swing so it was not much for the people of Manchester to prepare for the arrivals that would be coming through the city. Some had opted already not to go to England as of yet for it was early in the season still. One such was the Second Early of Wilton, Thomas Egerton. The man preferred the life in Manchester to that in London no matter what duties called him to the capital city.

Looking out of the window of the carriage as the curtain was finally drawn back Millicent found herself studying the area as best she could at this dark hour. Much of the countryside looked like the rest but thankfully Millicent was able to start piece things together as they passed different manors, crossed bridges, and more. Eventually she was able to figure out that they were now in Manchester. They had made decent time despite everything that kept trying to hold them up. If God was watching over her, he would have to work harder to stop Rutherford from getting her to Gretna Green before it was too late. Yet why would anyone stop it? She wouldn't. She still had to protect her sister from this man. It was marriage or kill him and she was no murder, at least not yet.

The thought had crossed her mind; every time his fingers curled into her flesh, every time his lips wet her skin, every time... Yes, she had thought about killing him. About how it would feel to let the cold steel of her blade cut through the warm muscles, through each artery and vein, letting the blood pour from his throat. At this point it was one of the few things that cause the corner of her mouth to curl up and crate a smile on her face that her fiance could not understand. Yet it was nothing more than a day dream for now. Her sister had to be protected and she knew her step mother would not do it. If Millicent were to refuse, Emma would be married off quicker than one could blink and happily so.

The carriage pulled up to Heaton Hall, a home which Millicent had been to as a child with her father before her training. He had business in Manchester due to the docks and the textiles. She did as well but she kept it to correspondence since she had taken over for her father in his absence. The first Earl of Wilton had been friends of the family and business associates of the Wyndhams. Millicent though had yet to meet the Second Earl even though he was running things now and was close to age. Looking up at the Hall as Rutherford pulled her from the carriage she sighed inwardly. Seemed they were having a crush this evening. That was the last thing Millicent wanted to endure. Another ton party. One every Gentry and Peer in the area had been invited to attend. Yet there was nothing to do about it as she was escorted through the front doors, through the Saloon, down the hallway and straight to the formal garden.

"Lord Rutherford, excellent to see you again," Lord Egerton said as he twirled the edge of his mustache before glancing over towards the woman standing next to Rutherford. "And just who is this lovely creature?" he asked as he held a gloved hand out to her.

"Why Thomas, this is my fiance. Millicent Wyndham," he said as he tensed his hand against the small of her back. Millis large brown eyes shot up from the ground and she looked towards Lord Egerton.

"Wyndham? You are Benedicts daughter?" he asked as he took her hand. Millicent steeled herself.

"That I am," she replied as she stood there, letting him kiss the back of her gloved hand. It was never a custom that she enjoyed but it was better than her fiances touch by a mile.

"It is wonderful to finally put a face to all those correspondences. Had I known that you were as lovely as your penmanship, I would have made an effort to meet you face to face long before this," he said as he released her hand. Millicent wondered just how much this man was like her fiance. Business dealings were similar to relations she was finding and he had always been a bit brutish on that end. If he kept company with Rutherford, it was not lending well to his character in her eyes.

"I wish you had," Millicent said and she felt Rutherfords grip tighten on her. "If only so that you could have been witness to Richards proposal," she followed up and she felt the grip loosen somewhat. It took everything in her not to yelp in pain. Her dress might have covered the bruises, minus those that were expertly hidden beneath her makeup and the dark shadows cast in the garden, but it did not mean that her entire body did not ache and cry out with each movement she made.

"I am sure it was unforgettable knowing you Richard. Tell me, when did it occur?" he asked as he motioned for them to follow him for a walk through the glass encased garden.

"At Almacks just before the attack actually," Richard recounted. Turning he took Millicents hand and looked down at her, brushing back a loose curl from her face. "Rest here my darling, this is not something you should be subjected to twice." His words were like ice in her veins yet she couldn't even bring herself to snatch her hand away from his. Rutherford brought his attention back to the Earl. The two went back and forth speaking of the attack as Millicent was left at a bench for she was too delicate to relive such a tragedy in their minds.

In truth she did feel weak recounting it and was more than grateful for the respite from Rutherford. Her sister had died that evening, a part of her had as well; whatever innocence she had had left at least. Hopes, dreams, were shattered and gone. Feeling her fingers curl against the cold granite of the bench which she sat on she brought a silk handkerchief to her eye and dabbed away the tears. She felt utterly lost and alone, in a well of darkness that was becoming overwhelming to fight back no matter the words going through her mind from her father. Pressing her hand to her stomach she felt sick and yet dead inside, it was a feeling that could not be put into words.

Unknown to Millicent, two were riding as fast as the carriage could carry them towards Manchester yet they were still far behind. If God (Or LLA in this case) looked favorably on them, they would arrive in Manchester come the breaking of the dawn.