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🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

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Penance - 7

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Mr. Titian

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Gun Room
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Titian was glad that Walnut was at his side, and that joy was evident on his features as he seemed to constantly hold some form of grin or smirk or ll out wide toothed grin on his face. The man seemed happy. Now if that was because of Walnut on his arm or not, who knew for they hadn't known him before tonight but so far he seemed a rather jolly fellow despite the over all circumstances of the night that had drawn them all together. Maybe he was happy, maybe he was just too dumb to know any different. Was the big arms, small brain thing a factor in this? Who knew.

Looking down at Walnut the grin grew as her eyes widened. Sure she was speaking to the servant in her words but he was watching her. That was until there was a call that echoed down the hallway and he heard someone being paged. He could only assume it was either for the man that had wanted the chair or the man that had refused to give one up earlier. Either way, that yell wasn't for him and his attention turned back to Walnut and the servant, interested to see what was answered, especially considering the man hadn't answered his question as of yet. "What, cat got your tongue?" he asked with half a laugh. Mind you, if the man had no tongue because of some horrific cat trauma it would make thing awkward but hell, what were the chances of that happening?

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Chanteuse Amaranthine

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Gaming Room
Skills: Wisdom, Charisma
Hit Points: 4
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Amaranthine took note of the woman now in the room with them but her position and demeanor did not alter because of this or anything else it seemed. Her eyes, dark and large looked around the room with quick movements but they always returned to the four men that had been addressing her and requesting her accompaniment when they performed. They had given her time to move from the room they were in to the ballroom and she wished to exit but didn't move towards the door as of yet. Perhaps she didn't want to leave the way she came since it would mean crossing paths with them. It would be a logical assumption, whether it was the reason or not was yet to be known.

Swamp spoke but she didn't know what he was calling as interesting and didn't hazard a guess. The man had proven to be unpredictable in his ways this evening. Artistic and kind in some cases but then there was a coldness about him as well. Yet there was a fire on top of that. He was an enigma wrapped in a quandary. Right then, she didn't bother trying to solve it. There were more pressing matters before her.

The comment on her title being fitting caused her lips to purse and her eyes to narrow slightly, yet it seemed their attention was turning to the one behind her. And then there was the yell from the hallway. Was that a stab towards someone else? She wasn't sure. (As she wasn't privy to the entire Chair Wars scene since it occurred before she arrived.) A brow perked to just whom could be yelling for whom. Turning her head behind her she glanced towards Justice and then beyond him. The door he had discovered was still ajar. Maybe that would be something to look at.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

𝕐our 𝕆𝕆ℂ ℕotes

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Most recent positions map as of last WN.

Floor 1 Positions - Click here for a larger image (Updated 01-01-2019)



Current Counters are as follows - Remember if your name isn't on this list, you have posted since we have returned from holiday and are on your own personal counter now.

Cobalt - 4
Rave - 4
Penance - 4
Titian - 5
Amaranthine - 5
Moss - 5
Mauve - 5
Walnut - 6
Blush - 7

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

𝕋en 𝕋icks

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The woman looked over towards Moss and a brow rose over her left eye. Looking the man over she shook her head slowly and curtly. "Hardly, you were not given leave by either whose opinions matter to me in this house. On your way," she said in a stern voice before looking over towards the woman she was waiting on and tapped her foot a bit. "This way quickly," she added as she motioned for the woman to catch up with her so she could be on her way. She wasn't waiting around for long even if Jasper had given her a direct order. Pulling out a watch on a chain she checked the time before slipping it back away. "Others will be arriving shortly, we need to be hasty." With that Margarete moved up to the landing between the second and first floor, glancing back to see if the woman would join her or not.

In the Gaming Room the four men took a few steps back as to give more room between them and the others. "Chanteuse? Fitting," one of them quipped with a grin. Another looked over towards Cobalt. "And you? What are you the law in this place?" he asked, with a bit of seething sarcasm to his voice.

Tack sighed and nodded. "Yes, of course," he said before walking out of the Music room and into the Joyous corridor. "Chair man! Where are you!" he yelled out. His memory slipping perhaps on what the mans name was for the evening or just a jab at earlier one couldn't be sure.

Over in the Grand Vestibule, Jasper cocked his head to the side as he heard a yell out in the manor but didn't move from his spot. Noticing Creme had left the breakfast room and entered where he was he nodded towards her. "Is there something you need assistance with?" he asked but it was obvious he didn't want to be of service to them at this time.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Year 5: Update

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Date: April 1st, 2012

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And as per the Dice Gods - This will be the last post before the "time jump" - get ready everyone. We will be starting something new in the not so distant future. There will be skills handed out as well as some adjustments on Relations when it happens.

Team Swamp - Okefenokee Swamps, Georgia<br>01/01/19 Update

Map Updated - Check Waynes post

Description: Cloudy
Temperature: 60°F
Humidity: Fucking High
Wind Speed: 10 mph
Light Wind: A gentle breeze, having little or no game effect.

Team Newnan - Headland, Alabama<br>01/01/19 Update

Map Updated - Check Tatiana's post for details
Description: We're fucked
Temperature: 65°F
Humidity: High
Wind Speed: 55 mph
Rain: Winds are dying down!

Team Eden - Quincy, Florida <br>01/01/19 Update

Yeah, no fucking sign of Thana - go figure. Thankfully things are still calm. Now, this will be the last post before the time skip so there isn't a lot to tell you. What happens up to and during the time skip will depend on Lady Lucks rolls come that time, so stay tuned. Switch over watches - Thalia is stable enough for now and all seems calm. As boring as it might be, enjoy the down time for now because god only knows if you all will be fucked come next round or not. lol Oh and it is finally cool in the house!

Description: Windy
Humidity: Low
Temperature: 55°F
Wind Speed: 10 mph
Strong Wind: Wind is dying down and the temp has dropped outside.

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Wayne Maldonado

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Location: E4 -> D6 (Fishing Camp Inside)
Skills:N/A

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Wayne really wasn't paying a lot of attention to what was going on around him right then. He seemed to be off in his own little world as he swatted at the air and chased around something that no one else could see. It might have been a good thing, it might have been a bad thing. At least he wasn't in anyone else's way right then. Over near where the floor board had been pulled up there was some interesting things going on. Seemed under the floor board was a box that had been found and the lock was now broken. It was time to see what just was inside the worn out tin treasure chest.

Inside was not something most this day and age might want to keep hidden, such as food or water or ammo. No, this looked more personal. They were pictures. Seemed generations worth in the small stack. Maybe they were of the people that used to run this place, or just people that passed through. It was rather varied. There was a set of about half a dozen pictures that seemed to go together but moved through the years. There were two men in the pictures, one older than the other, but at that age, over the years it didn't seem to matter the passage of a handful of years. The girl in the pictures with them though seemed to age rapidly but it looked as if she was just growing up. On the back of each of the pictures was a year and a single word - Martin.

Wayne moved over to an open spot on the ground and flopped down hard. Resting his hands behind the back of his head as he stared up to the darkness above him. He smirked a bit about the Spam mentioning but didn't say anything. Instead he went to the question that was asked as he seemed rather proud of himself for some reason. His pack was being used as a pillow by this time and he wasn't being gentle with it. Punching it a few times to "work the lumps" out. "Brooklyn, was a cop before Law and Order left the building. Now I'm a member of G.O.M.W.A - Gumpy Old Men With Attitude. Think the paradox of NWA," he chuckled.

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Tatiana Newnan

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Location: Headland: C6 (House Map)
Skills: N/A

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Tatiana was not moving from her spot right then. The fight from earlier was finally starting to set in and she was feeling it. When she heard Riley yell she had to stop herself from getting up. Well, she tried to move but then a shot of pain hit her ribs and she flinched. Leaning back in her seat she opted to stay right where she was. "If ve do, it's in the bag in the corner of the kitchen," she called out. There was a large bag in the corner of the kitchen that had a lot of canned food and such in it. In the bottom of it was several small airplane type bottles of different boozes.

After that she just looked over towards Jack and nodded a bit. There was none of her tell tale smile through the worst of things. It was more than clear she was beaten both inside and out but she wasn't broken. She was worn thin though and it was showing. She had imagined seeing Jack again after all this time and it always had a lot of visible love in there. This time, now that it was real, she was just good knowing he was alive and with his son. It was about fucking time. Froggy would be glad to know they found each other, wherever he was.

Taking a deep breath she nodded again. "Da, he is. Ve keep him safe and alive, all that matters nov," she said in a weary voice. Jamie whimpered a bit and Tatiana looked over to him. "Hungry, food in bag. One jar is enough," she said as she curled up a bit. Jack could handle feeding Jamie. If he couldn't he would learn. She had. The diaper bag had several jars. Peas, carrots, and the like. They were larger jars and a bit more chunky but the boy had a few teeth. He had a sippy cup as well, about half way full of water. There was a box or two of formula as well. Some rags and a change or two of clothing. Tatiana's eyes were already drifting close. Not that they were wide to begin with. The bruising had swollen the a lot.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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Two Carriages Passing: "I will not be hoisting bodies about like some commoner!" Lord Egerton snapped and moved back to his carriage. Climbing in and slamming the door behind him. Lord Rutherford rolled his eyes slightly but forced a smile towards Maeve before following her.

"Don't mind him, he's had a day or two," he said but his words were anything but convincing. Moving over towards Rory he tilted his head to the side a bit as he looked at the mans lifeless features. Shaking his head he knelt down and grabbed the mans arm, pulling it up and over his shoulder before hoisting the man up like a sack of potatoes and placing the corpse over his shoulder. Slowly he stood back up to full height and motioned with his eyes towards the weapons that were left behind. "Mind getting those," he said before turning and moving back towards the carriage.

At the carriage the driver got up and reached down, helping Richard to get the body of Rory up to the top of the carriage and laid out so it could be transported wherever it was that they would be taking him. The man didn't say anything, just did as he was instructed as Lord Egerton sat in the carriage and looked out the window from time to time with a rather impatient expression on his features.

Millicent walked with William and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't like this one bit. So many attacks, this was the third she had seen recently. At least this one she did not have to take part in but perhaps being in a battle was better than to have to clean up after one. In battle you tried not to think of the lives that were lost. After, you were faced with nothing but that. "I wonder if they were kind in life," she said more to herself than to William. It was a thought that crossed her mind. What were these Soulless like before they had been turned into the monsters they had died as.

Her head snapped to the side as he spoke and her eyes drifted down to the blade. It was unexpected and she found herself looking around carefully before taking it quickly and tucking it away in the folds of her gown. Obviously hiding the weapon from others before she continued to move. "Thank you," she said quietly as she walked to the bodies. "And please don't mention it, to anyone," she added. It seemed that the last thing she wanted anyone to know was that she was now armed.

"Why haven't you run?" she asked as she knelt down to one of the bodies and started to prepare the body to be put to rest in a more permanent fashion.

Lady Kirkpatrick took quick work of the one body by where her carriage was and then opened the carriage door. Stepping up slightly and going through it, as if to make sure nothing was going to be left behind when they left.

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Two Ships Passing: Regalia quirked a brow towards Constantin and motioned towards the eccentric German conversing with Hazel. "Perhaps you should ask him. He knows far more about Soulless than the rest of us," she said in passing. She was going to say more but then it seemed that the great Bazhooli was bound and determined to keep his nose in a constant state of broken. Thankfully the man that had been asking her questions was tending to him.

"Haven't gotten their sea legs yet," Marco said in passing and Regalia smirked a bit.

"I see," she said going back to the conversation that had been started but cut off. "Then you are welcome to join us as we are doing to Port Annan currently. Our ship travels far faster than the smaller vessel you are on and is more bound to reach port in one piece," she added as she looked back at the smaller vessel.

The captain of the small fishing vessel turned a bit green looking around. "They have animals! We couldn't possibly!" he shouted but Regalia just rolled her eyes.

"Marco, can you handle moving animals from ship to ship?" she ask in a sarcastic fashion.

Marco didn't even answer, just rolling his eyes in turn before looking at the other captain and then back to Regalia. "He's afraid of losing a fare."

"I thought as much."

Carlisle: The mans lips rolled in and he chuckled. "Ahh, a smart one you are. Yes, this stuff," he said as he brushed off his shoulders. "Never a good sign." Moving slowly, he limped slightly as he walked, coming closer to Virginia. "Carlisle? Eh, hell of a jump this time. With yer brains, take it you aren't from around here," he said looking her over from head to tow. Slowly he pulled out a leather bound journal from his bag. It was similar to another she had seen recently, another odd man scribbling in on constantly.

"Ahh, yes, here we are. Pale skin, bone hair, strong presence, must be a Crypt," he said rather matter of factly as he snapped the book shut and shoved it back into his robes. "Any cold lately? Frost? High winds? Unseen forces moving? Yes, yes, tell the man, tell the man, what have you seen?" he asked as he found the curbed edge of the fountain and sat down slowly. Adjusting his cloak and garments to get a little more comfortable.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - This Way And That

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Ben raised a brow and glanced over towards Alexandra, taking a long pull from his smoke. He blew it out roughly before flicking it to the ground and putting the butt out with the heel of his boot. "A'right," he said as he finished blowing the thick cloud of smoke from his lungs. Licking his lips a bit he looked around the place. "I know about a grave because I's was told. The grave in particular is Peter Keystones." In turn he crossed his arms over his chest, rocking slightly on his feet from one foot to another before continuing. "Now I answered what ya should be askin', now ya gotta to show me where the grave is." Motioning for her to lead the way he waited for her to take him to the grave site. It was a bit off from where they were, after all it was down by the waters edge of the swamp under a tree over that way but it wouldn't take too long to walk there.

Samson narrowed his eyes a bit and shook his head as it tilted back to look up at Rita Sue. The woman was tall for a female but that really didn't matter considering Samson was all of three and a half feet tall on a good day. "Don't be givin' me that Rita Sue. Management has kept us going with a lot less loss of life than Belyakov so suck it up Rita Sue, I ain't got time for one of yer tantrums today. Last one nearly got Ben offed," Samson quipped before walking off back towards the trailer that pale woman had gone into some time ago.

Rita huffed and crossed her arms over her chest before growling under her breath. "I know girl, I get where you're going," the bearded woman said as she walked over to the blonde huffy woman. The parasol keeping her out of the sun as he beards curl flickered in the wind. Rita looked over towards her and scoffed.

"Don't even start Lila. You're just still itching after the shit storm with Lodz, don't be trying to poke this hornets nest," Rita Sue snipped before storming off towards the tent which had painted on it - The Cooch.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Romero - 7

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

It is time to get back down to business, we are officially off holiday right now. This is what your counters are currently standing as. Once you post again you will go off your last counter. I will update this post daily until everyone catches up. Once your names vanishes from the list you are on your own personal counter.

Nallore - 6