Lady Absinthia

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

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Most recent positions map as of Amaranthine's last update.

Floor 1 Positions - Click here for a larger image (Updated 10-26-2018)

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Music Room -> Joyous Corridor
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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There was the slightest of smiles that came to her lips as Amaranthine looked over towards Dr. Swamp when he complimented her instrument and perhaps even the slightest hint of pride that flickered in her eyes. "Thank you, it was a gift," she said with a lilting sigh of memory in her voice. Those dark eyes moved towards Justice Cobalt and the smiled widened a tad. It seemed he didn't mind that she should repay the kind gesture that Dr. Swamp had shown her on the ride to the house with a bit of music.

Amaranthine nodded as she brought the violin to her neck and rested her chin to it. A darkly painted bottom lip curling in to be bitten by her her front teeth lightly as she stood in thought of what to play, her eyes closing as if in dream perhaps. The bow came up and nearly brushed the strings before she heard another voice chirp in. She halted and listened. Her eyes snapping open as she came back to herself internally. Her head went left and right before lowering the violin. "The air suddenly feels..." she began to say in nearly a whisper as she took a shallow breath that caused a long awkward pause, "let out of the room."

Forcing a smile to her lips there was a look of regret that passe her features. Hurriedly she placed the violin and its mate back in the case. Closing it swiftly and gathering her things before heading towards the door closest to her. She stooped just within the door frame and glanced back at the two men in which she had been conversing. "I am terribly sorry. Perhaps when the air isn't so stifling," she said in a darkly tinted voice. There was a pause before she gave a curt nod, her eyes darting everywhere but to anyone there, and then exited the room. Heading into the corridor and heading to her right quickly for one as vertically challenged as she.

Horror roleplays?

@Heat O.o There are a lot of horror Rps on the forum. Granted the Physical Horror ones are more common but I currently host 2 Psychological Horror Rps and the rest are mixes of different types of horror. I don't tag them mostly as such because it is up to the Rper to let themselves get pulled in, so I tend to focus on other tags and let the everything else come in time. On the surface they might not appear as such but ones that involve the psychological side are more focused on each individual Rpers PC - their fears and using those against them. So for most people it wouldn't appear like they are anything special but to the rper they are aimed towards at the time they can be rather traumatic.

They are a delicate type of Rp to pull off. It takes time to get the Rper sucked into the Rp, attached to the character and then whittle away on them like you are molding clay. Took nearly 6 months in one Rp to that hook fully into most of the rpers, another has just started as it is not even 3 months old yet.

Horror are also very complicated because you have to be willing as a GM to really get into the heads of the character, constantly setting the tone for each character individually while still maintaining an overall plot arc. They really don't work well for people that aren't going to stick it out through the slower moments because that is where the build is. Best horror RP I ever hosted was elsewhere long before here. It took one full RP as the set up and then another 6 months on the second one following it to get everything in order. I was lucky, I had very dedicated Rpers that stuck it out and were willing to put their characters through everything. (Which is another big issue - an Rper has to be willing to get sucked in and stick out their characters instead of just sitting there skimming things.)

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Starry Salon -> Lunar Ballroom
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Tilting his head back his brow rose beneath his mask. "Like it could drown you," he replied before looking back down at Professor Walnut. Yet before his eyes went to her he noticed something, or more aptly someone else in the room. Turning his head his dark eyes fell on a man with icy eyes and blonde straight hair. Hadn't it been for the mans tanned skin the two would have looked like polar opposite giants as this man was nearly as tall and as broad at Titian. Nearly but not quite. He grinned a tad and motioned towards the door to their left.

"That would be the trophy room," the man said dryly. he had a pretty face but he didn't seem to be anything more than a flesh statue standing there.

There was a look of well alright on Titans face and a bit of a nod. Looking towards the double doors in front of them he grinned. "Well no time like the present," he towards Walnut before making strides towards the doors. As he reached them he pulled one open and stepped into the room. There was a balcony above him so it took a few steps to clear it and get a good look fully at the dark painted walls and the gold trim. Candles and chandeliers were light, mirrors dotting here and there, windows around the circular room. There was no fire place so it was a drastic drop in temperature in the room but still better than outside. "Damn, this place will make you pull your partner close for warmth," he chuckled as he looked towards Walnut.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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House Kirkpatrick: Taking the papers, the elder Father slipped them into his pocket and smiled at her. "Have faith my child, I will watch over your daughter as if she the second coming, our Holy Pope, and my own child wrapped into one special bundle," he said before looking over at the girl and smiling.

Calum looked over towards Maeve and nodded. "He will, the man has never lost a charge," he added before turning swiftly. His stance broadened and the cross on the end of his rosary dropped from his palm as he rolled his neck. "Get her out of here," he said in a deeper voice. Rory jerked his head to the side.

"Ryne?" Rory asked.

"Yes," Calum remarked as he started motioning in various directions.

"Some people have no manners, being Soulless do not grant one permission to forget propriety," Lady Kirkpatrick stated flatly before turning to Maeve. "Say your good byes, we have other matters to tend to," she added as the Father signed that it was time to go to the small child.



(As you can see we have a new system of battle map, hoping this system works with more clarity than the others. If it does, slowly we will switch over to this system. Each round you will call for your actions, any movement will require a roll. A movement roll will be determined by 1d20 in Soulless Chat, you may roll this on your own. Your number is how many total blocks you can move in a single round without attacking. Forward, back, up, down, diagonal, retrace steps, whatever. Roll your movement, determine where you will go and then call for action rolls if you need them. If a Soulless is within 5 blocks of your icon, they can attack you most likely, so even call rolls if you are taking a defensive stance.)

Port Annan: "Of course sire, come back anytime," Nigel said with a smile and bid the man farewell as he left the inn before going back to tend to the other patrons. Outside things were calm as people were milling about, takes of moving further north or even leaving the county to head west over land. There was even a hint or two of people wanting to go west to the Americas.

Rutherford looked over towards William as he came over to the carriage but kept talking in a hushed voice to Lord Egerton. Inside the carriage sat Millicent, her hands folded in her lap as she looked out of the window. Her head turned slowly as she felt the carriage move and spotted William as he entered. She gave him a slow polite nod before looking back out of the window. She stiffened slightly as she heard a voice.

"Shall we be off?" Rutherford said as he climbed into the carriage and took a seat next to his fiance. Lord Egerton climbed in and sat next to William, the door closing behind him. Rutherford looked around at the others before pounding his fist on the roof of the carriage. It jolted slightly as it began to move and fell into pace as it headed out of Port Annan.

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The Bristol Ship: Monkey see monkey do, or perhaps not, perhaps two. Up and down and up and down and up and down and rocking this way and rocking that way. Shaking, tremoring, clamoring, anything but mesmerizing. Sails hard, sails soft, sails soft, sails hard. windy weather, holding still, a jerk this way and that. Waters looked so calm but felt so rough. ""Bettnassen Sieche Eimer!" Ludwig garbled as he wiped his mouth. Slipping and sliding until rear meets deck, hello deck, yes, rest, just sit there, no use moving, moving bad, mad, sitting good, happy.

Round two my lovelies, make those con checks. Roll 1d20 in Soulless Chat, if you hit an 11 or higher, you manage to hold it down but yeah you will want to. Hit a 6 through 10, you are losing bile but can still get over a bucket. 2 through 4 and you don't and it just goes everywhere. A 1? Pm me lol

Translation

"Bettnassen Sieche Eimer!" - Bed Wetting Pissbucket

The Sea: Regalia stood there watching Colette as she went through the weapons case. As the girl chose one a slight smirk came to her lips. "Oh this will be interesting," she said more to herself than to Colette. She began to wrap her fingers more tightly around the hilt of her blade, her knuckles protected by the basket guard that was ornately designed making it as beautiful as it was functional.

There was a glint of steel that flashed as she drew the sword and the dagger, rolling her neck a bit and a popping sound could be heard echoing through the room. As she turned and asked her question Regalia shrugged slightly. "Don't die?" she said rather matter-of-factly as a dark wave fell back and framed her features. Was this to the death? Or just for fun? Or was death fun to her? One couldn't be sure but since don't die was the only rule, it meant that there were no others. "Ready when you are," she said with a slight bow but her eyes never left Colette's



Carlisle: New round! Ding!

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

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Flight UA 2199: Gavin laughed slightly and nodded. Rolling up his sleeve he showed a hell of a branding on his inner right forearm but it wasn't the symbol for males like that had been seen on others. It was a simple circle with the letters C and R inside of it, looking like something out of the old west. "My ma runs the Comfort Ranch outs Comfort Texas. Grews up there and I was a little brat backs then," he laughed as he thought back on it.

"We's were brandin' cattle, I's couldn't 'ave been mores than eight but damn I was man but I was a stupid one. Thought, hey it couldn't be THAT bad so I let a friend dares me into it." Rolling his sleeve back down he shook his head. "That thang burned worse than any switch taken to me backside growin' up. Thoughs I be thankin' that my friends got it worse than me. Oooo his daddy whooped that boys ass when he founds outs whats we been up to," he laughed.

Flight AA 296: Zoie chuckled a bit. "Well then we just have to figure somethin' out. Pretty sure there is plenty to be doin' there. I've been a few times but never long enough to actually gets a look 'round. Do knows there is a hell of a runnin' trail on the shore, be nice to gets out fer a run," she admitted between bites of her food. Looking down at her phone she squished her face up some and sighed a bit as she tucked it back away. "Granted gots to be takin' care of Marc and shit," she added as she started her dessert.

"Hopin' the damn feds get there before us then they can handles the parents," she said before taking a long sip of her drink, the ice clanking against the side of the glass. "Though withs all the shit Marc was in, who knows if they even knew he was a fed," she said under her breath. Sliding down in her seat she pushed her food tray back and finished off her drink. Turning on her side slightly she pulled her knees up, the seats were big enough thankfully. She looked over at Mali and forced a slight smile. "You knows we ain't had a chance to actually talk durin' this shit storm. So what ya like to do?"

Flight MSS 1: The stewardess came over and offered the men mid flight snacks and drinks. Granted they could get pretty much a full meal if they wanted it but it had been a little bit and people did tend to eat more if they could while on long flights. The plane was now over Nebraska and the sky was clear. Nothing but miles and miles of farmland as the eye could see. The private jet usually flew higher than commercial ones because it was less congested that high up and they could take a more direct route but all things considered they were already flying lower at about 15,000 feet. One could see the dots of the small towns here and there. Every so often one could even pick out a larger farm if there were enough buildings.

The plane oddly though started shaking as if it was in a storm. "Boss, we got some clear-air turbulence. Gonna drop to five thousand feet until we pass it," the pilot said over the intercom. He rarely ever flew that low unless things were getting bad in the air. A e-mail dinged back from Maria stating she would have legal take a look at things and see make a few calls to see if she could ascertain more. Far below them an orange old school hatchback was speeding down the interstate, it looks like nothing more than a little orange blip of an art barely moving.

Grimm, Indiana: The phone rang but it went to voice mail. From the direction of the fire, a police car came rushing towards the funeral home. It pulled up to the curb about ten feet from the women and parked. The door opened and Tim stepped out. "Fuck, I am so damn sorry. I was nearly to the fire site before I remembered Gregory had to head back to Chicago for some reason and I said I would pick you two up," he said in an apologetic voice. "Calls are coming in like crazy and I just don't have the man power..." he started to say but cut himself as he eyed Priya.

"Christ on a cracker, why didn't I think of it before," he said before clearing his throat. "Listen I know you are here for other things but I got a break out from the insane asylum and a crashed plane in my back yard. Small town and I got me and my deputy and he's on vacation somewhere in Florida. I could use a spare set of hands. Mind being deputized until I get this shit under control?" he asked Priya in a desperate voice. "Hell, you too Riley, I know you can handle yourself and you know the town like the fucking back of your hands. Might take your minds off things? I mean, if you both can't I get it, I just could really fucking use the help."

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

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Deeper Than The Sands

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Date: October 5th, 1924

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All Decks: It will be a constant flittering about of all the decks for roughly the next three posts until dinner begins and then things will clear out as people sit down and begin to eat. There will be those that don't rush off to eat but the first evening meal after sailing is one of the largest, only second to the last evening meal before the next post. Checks will be roughly quick as long as you all keep your ticket on you. Random rolls here and there will determine if a ticket gets lost or even stolen. Watch the posts closely.

Character Proceeding Forward: Vera nodded slightly but she remained where she was for a moment or two. Letting a few clear out before she would attempt to stand back up. She was finding herself faltering a bit more than normal but it had been a rather tedious last few days and she hadn't been sleeping well. It didn't matter that somethings had changed and that she felt invigorated by finally being on their way, the events still weighed heavily on her. The most dire that kept crawling into her mind was that Peter was now dead and she would be unable to attend any funeral for him. Perhaps she should have traveled with him back England but then again his parents wouldn't have been happy to see her and perhaps blamed her for his death. Then again if she hadn't been so stubborn and just kept her promise they could have been planning a wedding instead of dig...

George shook his head slightly and escorted his sister towards the stairs to the next deck up. Glancing back he nodded slightly. "Mmm yes but.." he said, letting his words fall away as he looked over to Gene and his face saddened. "Time isn't on mmm my side," he said as they walked. He knew that of all people, Gene would know what he meant. Reaching the stairs he waited for those before them in line to be cleared and then showed his ticket.

"Ye..." the man said before taking a hard look at George and taking a step back. "Um..you have access to the Elite Deck as well," he stuttered as he stamped Georges ticket. "Listed as Lady Munn's personal hand," he gulped before thrusting over the ticket. Mahendra would be listed as Lady Munn's assistant. The Corporal would be listed as The Lord Majors. Seemed the three of them had access to the Elite deck as well as they were listed as service of aristocracy. George looked down at his ticket, he hadn't bothered to look before but then glanced back over his shoulder.

Vera rose from her place slowly and nodded nervously towards Nora. "Yes please, I am on the Elite deck," she said before sighing. "Sounds pompous. I say we take our meal on the second deck with the rest of our company if you do not mind," she said towards Nora before making her way towards the stairs and moving forwards with the quick moving line. She found her gaze looking ahead only to find George looking back in her direction. She smiled slightly and averted her eyes nervously. They fell to her ticket and she finally took a good look at it. Apparently it had two other names on her ticket. George's and Mahendra's, listed as staff of hers. That was interesting.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

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Most recent positions map as of Amaranthine's last update.

Floor 1 Positions - Click here for a larger image (Updated 10-23-2018)

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Music Room
Skills: Charisma
Hit Points: 4
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There was a hint of a smile as the newly self presented man introduced himself. Her hands resting on her instrument case she gave a slight nod of greeting towards him before she spoke in a soft voice. "Oh um, thank you. I am to be called Chanteuse Amaranthine." Taking a breath she watched as Doctor Swamp came closer to her. Her head tilting up at his hushed words and she stiffened slightly. Her eyes darting down towards her instrument and then to the satchel in which she carried with her. Her tongue slipped from behind her lips and ran over them. "Yes, of course."

Swallowing slightly, her throat bouncing with the muscles along her throat she laid the satchel on top of the piano her head cocking slightly to the words behind her. Her eyes moved from Swamp to Cobalt and back again before they rolled down to the case and she flipped the securings up. Gingerly she lifted the lid and laid it back. Inside laid a violin of ornate design and worn appearance, yet that was all things in Rutas Mu and instruments were a rare commodity. Retrieving it with a delicate hand and the bow that laid in the top of the case her eyes went to Justice Cobalt's. "If you don't mind," she said, trying to ensure that at least one other would not mind a quick piece of music, "that I repay a kind gesture from the doctor that is."