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🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

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🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

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The front door bell rang again as Jasper looked over towards Creme. His brow rose slightly as he was informed that there was an incident that could mean that someone needed medical attention. "Incident? Not accident?" he asked but it was more of an accusatory tone than one of concern. The bell rang again and Jasper gritted his teeth but slowly relaxed his features as Captain Moss offered to give a hand. "Yes, that is an impeccable idea. If you would, please check on the man and inform me if assistance is needed," Jasper said before turning his attention back towards the door. Turning he addressed the woman known as Penance. "If there are any supplies needed, so alert Oliver in the next room, young lad. He will be able to retrieve them."

The staff of the house kept doing their jobs. There was a cruel expression on the things lips of Jane but she had not said anything or shown her face to those in the room with her. Keeping her back to them as she added another log to the fire and stoking it with a poker, the tip of the iron implement becoming red hot. Over in the Red Library Envy quirked a brow but said nothing as Rave left, just shutting the door as she did and leaving her and the other man in the room alone without disruption. Tact looked around the other library before walking out and heading back into the corridor. "Hello?" he called out, still looking for Swamp. "Is there a doctor in the house?" he yelled. Anyone in the west wing would hear him, the voice seemed to carry.

The four men left the Game room and entered the Joyous corridor once again. "That way," they said in unison as the blonde pointed towards the doorway they had just come out. The man in the gun room looked at Walnut and gave a simple nod. Whether he would answer truthfully was yet to be seen but it did appear that he would at least be willing to shake or nod his head if she asked him a question or two. For now at least. How long that would last was anyone's guess.

Jasper opened the door and it didn't appear there was only one there but it was hard to see who it was. Jasper stepped outside and closed the door behind him. It seemed whoever was there wasn't getting let in just yet. Or maybe there was something else going on. One couldn't be sure.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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October 31st, 1943 - Trying To Pull It Together

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The Carnivale folks were milling about doing their work. With the collapse of the Ferris Wheel there was more work than ever to do. They needed to get all that mess cleaned up and salvage what they could. There were many tents to get up, for both the acts and such as well as living quarters for the night for those that didn't have their own private trailers. Which to be honest was most of them. There were even some who were dropping their things next to trucks and making it look as if they would sleep under the vehicles if necessary. It wasn't an uncommon practice for a traveling show of little means, especially if the nut was small. Right then, things looked tight. An open tent was set up on the furthest end away from things as possible and a small kitchen was set up. There wasn't much to go around but hey things didn't seem to bother those that were there.

"Naw, think this will be like Jericho," Jonesy said to Libby as he walked out of a small tent, holding open the flap for the woman as she climbed out behind him. Wrapping an arm around her he walked slowly towards the remains of the Ferris wheel. Libby leaning against him slightly as they walked.

"Are we even doing this tonight?" she asked as she looked at the rousties breaking things apart and then glancing up at Jonesy with a worried expression on her face.

"I don't know. Guess we'll wait to hear from Management about it. Things don't look good and I gotta find out who used wooden plugs instead of steel in he first place," he said as he spit on the ground and then adjusted his cap.

"We never did last time," Libby said as she shielded the sun from her eyes.

"We didn't have her last time," Jonesy said an grinned a bit before he started walking away and headed towards Management's trailer.

"See you at dinner?" she called out and Jonesy nodded before reaching the door to the trailer and knocking on it. Libby sighed and headed towards the tent with the sign The Cooch on it. As she entered it, the door to Managements trailer opened and JOnsey stepped inside.

Current Mood in One Gif

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Wayne Maldonado

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Location: Wewahitchka, Florida (E8 -> D8)
Skills: N/A

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Wayne had no fucking clue what that noise was or even if it was real. Shit it could be real, could just be a pounding in his head or Happy pretending to be a horse and about to start singing. It was a coin toss really. People were talking, he wasn't paying a lick of attention. This wasn't abnormal for the man, he tended to suffer from selective deafness. He was once married, it was a super skill most men got as soon as they said "I Do." Just like a mother get "the look" downloaded into her skill set the moment she becomes a mother. Some things are just programed into our DNA and get triggered at certain moments. Like the worst set of super powers in history. Being Wayne's age he had two. Selective Deafness and Weather Prediction Joints.

Scrambling to his feet he swung his overly long scarf around it and started making snorting noises before a large wad of phlegm came out of his mouth and landed on the floor by his boot. Thank god the man didn't have any chewing tobacco. "Keep it up fucko and I will spit that shit in your mouth next time." Apparently Wayne wasn't talking to anyone that could be seen in the room. Granted, again, this wasn't new.

Looking out the window he caught sight of what was making all the fucking racket. "I spy with my little eye.... Holy fuck balls." His mouth was agape for a brief moment before he suddenly sounded like a really bad impersonation of Arnold Schwarzenegger. "Get to da choppa!" he laughed and went out the door right behind Hank.

Did Wayne hug the wall? Fuck no. He walked right to the middle of the road, stopped and turned slowly. His head leading the turn as he looked as if he was in the middle of the O-K coral at high noon. Just for a moment before he reached up and laughed and pretended to wipe a tear from his eyes. One foot moved in front of the over as he started moving with swagger towards the group. "Oh baby you are the most beautiful thing I have seen in years. Look at those curves, oh I bet you're a ton of fun!"

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Tatiana Newnan

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Location: Wewahitchka, Florida: B7 -> C8
Skills: Athletics, Survivial

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There was a pause in the muttering as Amelia said something. Tatiana standing up slowly and moving towards the window of the house. She hadn't heard anything to start, a crying baby next to your heard made hearing most things difficult. Placing Jamie against her chest she patted his back to calm him as she looked around and spotted the helicopter making the long circle around the town. "Da Blyad'," (the fuck) she said in shock. This was something she never thought she would see again but there it was and she wasn't the only one seeing it so she was sure it wasn't a hallucination.

Turning her head she glanced over towards Riley. "Metal bird. Hov you say?" she asked as she pointed out the window. She might have been fluent in English but the word Helicopter escaped her. It just wasn't one of those words that got used a lot in general conversation, much less in this day and age due to the fact there was never any around. Sure she could cuss like a sailor and by now knew every turn of phrase from Boston but helicopter was beyond her capability to translate.

It seemed that she would get her answer, even if it was from a sleepy Ash. Torn from his slumber he was talking gibberish to her. Then he said something was inbound. "Huey," she repeated to herself. Not that she knew a Huey was a type of helicopter, to her now Huey meant helicopter. Orders came with that and normally she would question if this was a good idea. Both from a psychological aspect and a paranoid one but she had a sick child and when it came to things like this, Tatiana knew she was out of her depth. Ash knew best.

Grabbing the carrier she slipped Jamie into it and strapped it to her chest. She had the baby, well toddler now, and Jack had the bags. She nodded to him when he smiled and rushed behind them. At the rate people were moving this would place her behind Ash and Jack if something went down and Amelia and Riley behind her. Sure, it was a shit move to put herself in the center where the chances of them taking a bullet aimed at her was highest but she didn't care. Jamie was her biggest concern and she had made it well known she would sacrifice the lot of them to keep the kid alive.

Moving carefully she stayed down and hoped that Jamie would stay quiet. She shoved a pacifier in his mouth right then and figured that was the best she could do right then. Sure she could have stayed inside, waited to see how things played out but there was a chance for something more and Tatiana, if she had learned anything from an old friend of hers she had lost a long time ago, was how to smooth talk a situation if she needed.

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Year 5: Update

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Date: July 15th, 2012

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Location: Wewahitchka, Florida

Temperature: 89F (32C)
Humidity: Fucking High (Around 99%) - Raining off and on all day
Wind Speed: 7 MPH (11 KPH)
Cloud Coverage: About 66% covered with thick dark clouds

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"Jesus H Fucking Christ, the boy has more of a mouth than me," the man in the cowboy hat chuckled as he stood there, draping an arm over the large mounted weapon. The pilot started snickering and covering his lips as he scooted over just enough to lean in the passenger seat a little so he could get a look at the kid.

"He either has balls or he's stupid," the woman commented as she climbed out of the helicopter and eyed the kid over the top of her purple tinted glasses like some hippy librarian. "I vote both."

A smirk formed on the old man's lip. "Panama, Spots, Dusty," the older man said as he pulled the cigar from his mouth before pointing them out in order. Panama (the man in the cowboy hat) grinned a cheeky grin, Spots (the woman) nodded slightly, and Dusty (the pilot) waves and smiled like a dork. Then he rubbed his chin with his thumb. "I'm Maddog and no, I already ate."

Dusty licked his lips. "Awww, that gravy man!"

A look of nearly giving up game over Panama's face. "Fucking god man, do you ever not think of food?"

"Only when I'm getting laid." There was a smart-assed tone to the pilots voice.

"So, all the time then," Spots chimed in and Panama doubled over and let out a blaring HA! "Double O, got another." There was a motion behind her. Turning Maddog looked and quirked a brow and took a few steps back away from the helicopter so he could get a straight line of sight from all directions, save his six. Spots was watching. He didn't look concerned.

"Like fucking cockroaches." Panama's finger pointed back down the street behind the mouth. There was a chew on the cigar that was back in Maddog's mouth as he rested a hand on his weapon. Ash had been the first to be seen, followed by Hank and then Wayne.

"Rev it up double O?" Dusty yelled as he sat back up in his seats. It seemed like a good choice. People coming out of the wood work, more than that had come with the chopper but Maddog shook his head, only once but it was enough. Then again only one was speaking to them right now.

"Excuse me!" Spots fingers balled up as her lips thinned as she eyed Wayne who was walking right at them.

"I think he's talking about," Dusty quipped as he patted the helicopter.

"Friends of yours?" Maddog asked Monroe. He didn't wait for an answer. His eyes moved from Wayne and Hank. "Name, Rank, Serial Number." The voice boomed with a heavy amount of authority but it was clear as day Maddog was speaking to Ash as his head turned, his eyes were boring a hole through the man as he moved. He was sure as shit that Ash was a soldier even though he had only watched the man take a few steps by this time. (Nat 20 roll)

Spots climbed through the Huey and came out the other side so she was facing Ash and his group now. Her eyes seemed to go right passed Ash and Jack. The woman behind them with the red hair and carrier attached to her chest seemed to have her attention. "Oh girl. That is not a person you can hide. That is a conspicuous person designed to stick out," she said as she motioned towards Tatiana's carrier. "How old?"

"Double O, we got more," Panama yelled out but the man was waiting for an answer from people it seemed before he just stood there, looking all too relaxed to have so many unknowns come out of their respective areas. He just stood there taking a puff of the cigar between his teeth from time to time.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

March 24th, 1823

Scotland

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Two Carriages Passing: The mans instinct was right even if his words were not. The look that came over Millicent's features was one of clear reading that the man had pushed too far too fast. Rising as another corpse was tended to her hands moved hard against the folds of fabric that was her dress. "Those of the more fragile sex don't have the luxury of such things," she said in a steely voice. Turning on her heels there was the feeling of a "hmph!" in the air. Speed picked up by several fold, as if she was on a mission now to complete things as quickly as possible. It seemed to be the closest thing to running as she could muster right then.

Lady Kirkpatrick turned slightly and watched, seeing this woman storm about fields from corpse to corpse. Rutherford hadn't noticed yet, left a little flabbergasted by Maeve's words. Then he shrugged. "All knight's are simply cowards in a can," he said before moving passed her as the Lady Kirkpatrick looked over to them and then down to the father who was laying there lifeless.

"Be gentle with this one," she said in a stern tone.

Rutherford nodded and went to position Calum in a way that would ease the transport of the body from one place to another. Thing was though, it didn't quite work that way. You see, the scene unfolded a bit like watching a wrecking ball take down a building. There was a chain, the rosary, and it founds it balls to swing, Rutherford. Together they swung as the feet became wrapped up in the beads and one could almost hear a whisper on the wind. Something along the lines of "Oh fuddle". Rutherford seemed to soar over the body and into the ground hard, landing on his face. "Bloody hell," he muttered after spitting out a sizable piece of dirt and grass from his mouth. Rolling over he started yanking at the rosary that still hadn't let itself free from the man.

Millicent stood there, stunned by what she had just witnessed. There was a look of satisfaction on her features before she glanced around and the expression changed. One of begrudging concern. Hands full of her dress she hurried over to her fiance, though well slower than she could rightly run. "Are you alright?" she asked as she moved to help with the beads but was pushed away and landed on her read end, looking over at the man as she bit her bottom lip.

"I've got it!" he snapped as the Lady Kirkpatrick moved over to Millicent and gathered her and assisted the girl back to her feet.

"Hardly you bumbling buffoon."

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Two Ships Passing: Thunk and thud. Regalia had half expected to turn around and spot the German but no, there on the deck laid out flat was Vlad. Her brow rose slowly as she looked at him just laying there. "You Russians have no sea legs," she said as she gave a slow shake of her head. "Marco..." she called out and the man ran over to her.

"Wáaj ba'ax carajo ka máan waye'" Marco said in a questioning voice as he motioned to the unconscious Russian at his feet.

There was a sigh from the captain before she started to speak again. "Táan in chúunsik in tuukul u le wíiniko' jach yaan narcolepsia. Chéen ka tu líiksaj ka tu ts'áaj ti' in Taas che'o' tuméen bejla'e', bey u jaajil ti' u yooko'ob."

"Ba'ax u Taas che'o'!" Marco said, looking rather surprised.

"Teene' tartamudeo." The captains voice seemed to be one of warning and it didn't take her having to repeat herself. Quickly Marco lifted the man and slung him over his shoulder as the Captain opened the door to her cabin. Moving aside she let Marco go into her quarters as she looked over at the rest of them. "Going to put him somewhere soft before he gets himself killed," she said before turning and entering her lodgings.

The door remained opened after she walked inside. That was for a short time before Marco came out and shut the door on his exit. He looked at the group and grinned a bit before scuttling back off towards the front of the ship and up to the wheel where Silvio was. The two seemed to be exchanging words with one another while up in the crows nest Hazel and Ludwig had crawled out and were repairing the rip in the sail. One would swear it was only by luck or gods grace that the German hadn't fallen as of yet.

Carlisle: "Ha, crossroads indeed." His lips curled in and he rummaged around in the large pack slung like a purse over his shoulder. His head going further and further into the satchel until he finally stopped. "Ha! There it is," he exclaimed. First his head popped back out of it and then his hand followed the exit swiftly. Thrusting the item in his hand out to show what it was. It was... It was... It was... A fork.

As one hand held it, the other tinged each of the tines on it. "One, two, three," he counted before turning it around in his hand and held it by those very tines. "A roads lead back to one, if we only look behind us. And!" he continued as he turned it back around. "All have the same destination no matter the choice." There was a wink from the old man before shoving the fork in his mouth and grinning.

Then there was a pondering look that came over the man's features. "Hrm, marriage?" he said as if there was a thought in his mind as he started looking around. Taking a step here and a step there, back tracking and spinning around before looking north. "Hrm, yes, 2 hours walk, that way," he finally said and started walking. "You know, not every road leads to Rome. Some lead to Gretna Green," he said, looking as if he was speaking more to the sky than anything.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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NPC's

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People come and go but NPC's are forever - or are they? Anywho, these are the current named NPC's in Paradox

	Name: Belladonna Gender: Female Affiliation: Ville au Camp Known Abilities: Zephyration/Time Manipulation		Name: Samson Gender: Male Affiliation: Carnivale Known Abilities: Unknown
	Name: Jonesy Gender: Male Affiliation: Carnivale Known Abilities: Unknown		Name: Ben Gender: Male Affiliation: Carnivale Known Abilities: Healing/Shunting?
	Name: Libby Gender: Female Affiliation: Carnivale Known Abilities: Unknown		Name: Rita Sue Gender: Female Affiliation: Carnivale Known Abilities: Unknown
	Name: Lila Gender: Female Affiliation: Carnivale Known Abilities: Unknown		Name: Management Gender: Female? Affiliation: Carnivale Known Abilities: Event Manipulation?
	Name: Schrödinger Gender: Male? Affiliation: Ville au Camp Known Abilities: Cat Form?		Name: Mr. Clops Gender: Male? Affiliation: Ville au Camp Known Abilities: Goat Form?
	Name: Golgotha Gender: Male Affiliation: Kindred Timeline Known Abilities: Vampyric		Name: Wo Babylon Gender: Female Affiliation: Kindred Timeline Known Abilities: Daemonic
	Name: Alexander Gender: Male Affiliation: Kindred Timeline Known Abilities: Wyghtic		Name: Unknown Gender: Female Affiliation: Carnivale Known Abilities: Unknown
	Name: Freddy Gender: Male Affiliation: Kindred Timeline Known Abilities: Unknown		Name: Unknown (Racist) Gender: Male Affiliation: Carnivale Known Abilities: Unknown

Is it overdone? Cliches, popular genres, ect.

For me, any cliche or overdone trope doesn't reside in the idea or character type but in the Rper. Pretty much everything have been over done in this world. There really isn't anything original. That being said, on the flip side, everything is original if it is your first time doing it. So sure, people could have done the same thing a thousand times but if it is the first time you have done it then it is new and fresh.

What I cannot stand is when someone breaks free or tries to break free from what they usually do in Rp and then fall back into the same rut as before. The D.S. or the Default Self. This is you rping as you would react or what you think would be funny or hilarious at the time and not staying true to the original character concept or where you wanted the character to evolve. As a GM who over sees many Rp's, much of whom have Rpers that are in more than one I host, I see this a lot. The characters will start off great and then over time I see them melt and meld into the D.S. so no matter the Rp, no matter the character, it just feels as if I am reading the same thing from the same character and I could just copy and paste 1 post to another Rp and no one would notice the difference because now there is no true difference beyond the surface.

That is the "cliche" I can't stand. When we lose the character and fade back away to the D.S.

Current Mood in One Gif

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Wewahitchka, Florida

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"I don't care what you say, that woman's gravy should be a food group. I'm telling you, you could put that shit on anything and I'd eat it."

A roll of smoke came up from a half burned out cigar and there was no respond from the steely eyed man who sat in the helicopter seat next to the portly pilot sitting next to him. Yet from the back, resting an arm on the large weapon welded to the frame and another holding a straw made cowboy hat to his head, a middle aged man let out a broad smile and laughed. "Fuck you'd eat anything anyways. With or without her gravy. Shit I've seen you do it. Anyone else remember the wiper blade?" he asked through crooked grin.

"I was drunk and it was a dare!" the pilot retorted, turning slightly in his chair to look back at the man on the gun. He felt a large hand on his cheek and he was snapped back looking forward. His lips tightened and he nodded slightly to the physical correction.

"And the jelly fish?"

"Oh suck my dick Panama!"

"Have to find it first Shamu!"

"Enough you two," the elder of the group finally said in a calm but firm voice.

"Sorry Double O," came in unison.

The two men went silent and stopped their poking at one another but Panama kept a cheeky grin on his face as he went back to looking out over the trees that covered the ground. A woman looked over the rim of her purple tinted glasses and chuckled a bit. "Y'all keep it up and that cigar of his is gonna wind up in your ass," she said with a smirk.

"Wouldn't waste the cigar," the man finally said and smirked. Leaning out of the open door slightly, the woman held tight and took a glance around. "What is it?"

"Twelve O'Clock, we got one," she said and pointed down the road.

"You sure that ain't a Rambler?" Panama asked as he leaned over and looked.

"Bitch please, who has the eyes here?" she snapped.

"Hey, I ain't the one with glasses," he quickly snapped back and then grinned and slipped back to his position as she gave him the look.

"Alright, bring us down Dusty. High alert everyone, you know the drill," the man in charge said as he leaned back in his seat. The helicopter came over heard and swooped around, taking a long and leisurely circle around the small area before it started to set down at the corner of 22 and 71 (D7). The winds the blades caused kicking up everything around it. The blades slowed as the man in the cowboy hat pointed the large gun at the kid in the street.

The passenger side door and the more elderly of men among the group climbed out, armed and with a cigar clenched between his teeth. "Nice dog," he said as he struck a match and relit the dead ember at the end of the thick cigar. "Gotta name?"