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9 days ago
Current Maybe. Are you doing to tell me I'm a terrible person and a horrible worker? 'Cause if so, no thank.
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9 days ago
I would like positive attention. But it seems needy and selfish to ask. Ah. Whatever. Does anyone have positive attention to spare and, if so, will you please send some in my direction?
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Sunday May 17, 2020

Hello! I figured it was time to update my profile bio. It’s nice to meet you. I’m LadyAnnaLee! I’ve been role-playing on this site for about a year and a half now. I like fantasy and sci-fi role-plays with a strong focus on character development. I do have a few fandoms that I don’t mind role-playing in, but it’s always as original characters. I’m willing to try just about anything but I will not do 18+ bedroom scenes. They make me uncomfortable. So, if that’s what you’re after please move on. I am mainly a weekend poster and will let you know if there is a weekend that I cannot post. I am a strong believer in letting my partners know if I cannot continue a role-play. I will not chase people looking for posts. If you choose to ghost me, I will let the role-play die.

Here’s some fun facts about me. I live in the CST time zone and work a set schedule Monday through Friday. I am an “essential” worker and a hard worker at that. I like the color purple and I am trying my hand at growing flowers for the first time. It’s not working so well. The rain washed away my dirt. When I’m not working or role-playing, I’m either sleeping or watching Netflix or Disney+. I enjoy junk food and I really like the new cherry vanilla Coke. I’m in my late 20s and can’t seem to get a date to save my life. That’s okay. I am a strong independent person who pays all my own bills.

It was so nice to meet you!


PS. Check out my most recent interest check here.

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Darin sat on the bed as she finished tugging on her boots, stalling just a bit before finally speaking, “I miss home. I miss you. Both have seemed so far away since we got to Azurei and Tasen. I’m terrified of doing the wrong thing about Harai, but I;m mad at you for leaving me and playing to go work. I know you had to do it, but I’m still mad at you. I’m mad at Harai too. Yesterday was supposed to be play, and he ruined it!” She buried her face in her hand, “Did I make a mistake by being The Seed-Bearer so publicly? Would my mother be proud of the woman I’m becoming? Does what she might or might not think even matter? For that matter, what type of woman am I becoming? Why do I let being called Astra-Sol bother me so much? Who the hell is Martin Aliceson? If he is my father, did he leave to join the Red Hand, or did he join later. For that matter, what is the Red Hand in the first place?” It was disjointed and unconnected, but it was all of the fears that plagued Darin since they had gotten to Tasen, “What if I mess up your wedding? Can I mess up your wedding? Why couldn’t I be polite to the Sols? I’m probably The Seed-Bearer because I’m a self-taught farmer, but what does that really mean? It’s not even all farming. Some of it is decisions like the one I have to make with Harai. Some of it is playing nice with politicians and other leaders.” She looked up at a wall as she worried the scar on her palm, “That doesn’t seem like something you can learn just by listening like learning about coffee and fishing. Or maybe it’s because I don’t have a frame of reference for it. If I learn how to talk to nobles and rulers will I become what Harai thought I was, someone who only cares about people with resources? Will I forget my roots?” She wasn’t crying but her voice was dead, “I can barely remember what my mother looks like. Or Thomas. Or Mila. Or anyone from home. Is that normal? I haven’t seen them in so long. I feel lost and untethered.” She finally looked at Ridahne, “What’s wrong with me? You’re so happy to be home, to see Ajoran, to get married. And I’m happy for you. I really am. I promise. But I feel like I’m losing you. And I know that I’m not. I promise I know that. But I don’t feel it. I’m sorry. I really am.”

It was a mess. She wasn’t crying, but none of Darin’s thoughts were organized. It was honestly surprising that she was coherent. Her knuckles hurt from where she hit the wall. The old scar on her palm ached from where she had pressed into it. She knew that Ridahne wouldn’t think less of her for any of those thoughts, but she was worried that she may have accidently broken her promise to come to Ridahne instead of running, by putting off this conversation for so long. She didn’t think so. It had four days since they had come to Tasen. It had felt so much longer. So much had happened that it was scary. Things were only going to move faster from this point forward. That was almost as scary as things that had already happened. What was she doing? Darin had no clue. It had been a long time since she had felt like this, like she was drowning.
Hello everybody.

This is hard for me to say, so I'm going to keep it brief. @Pascal and I have discussed it, and we are ending Lesser Evils. I make this decision very reluctantly. We just feel it's best.

Best of luck in all your future role-plays

I forgot to post a reminder to post! Woops! My bad. So, have an extra day. Posts are now due by Tuesday night.

Love you!

Okay! I finally updated the topic to Apply status. Remember. We are looking for 1 to 3 more people. Let's @Pascal or me know if you're interested! I can't wait to meet you!
Apparently plans were falling apart left, right, center, and all over the place. It was no longer a group trip to the shady kink club. In fact, it didn’t even seem like much of a group at all. Yet another person had left. Who knew if she was coming back. Argenti certainly didn’t. He sighed exasperatedly as he ferried pastries, coffee, and files into the magical breakfast. Why was he even bothering? No matter. He had decided that ending the Outcasts was worth working with these people. So, he was going to be flexible and accommodating, even if it annoyed him to no end.

Argenti wasn’t even sure that Amelia’s club was even an option for him at this point. Juniper and Cain had both expressed an interest in looking over the files some more. And the succubus was willing to bet that Albert needed to stay and get his guests settled. It wasn’t like he could go alone. Well, he could, but it wasn’t wise. So, he was going to be stuck in this magical bed a breakfast that he was positive didn’t even have an address (Much less a Wi-Fi signal) for the foreseeable future. They wouldn’t get any freaking closer to killing the Outcasts by reading the files. Okay, maybe, but he doubted it.
He found himself asking, “Is this what we are doing for the rest of the day? Reading and eating pastries? Not that that is a bad plan. Not trying to judge or anything. Just want to know.

He was absolutely judging. Argenti was good at it, and he always liked playing to his strengths. He just thought waiting around reading things that The Detective had already read was not a completely smart move. He respected the fact that a different set of eyes attached to a different brain, might see something that another person might of missed, but he honestly didn’t think that it was going to be him seeing what had been missed. Though, and he had to be honest, the thought of placing different colored push pins into a giant map did seem kind of appealing. What was it called on all the crime drama shows? A geographical profile? Yeah! Argenti could do that. Though, again honesty time, The Detective had probably already done that.

He also found himself asking another question, [color=C0C0C0]“Do we need a team name? Or even a hashtag? It’s not like we can live tweet our actions. That would be a sure-fire way to let the Outcasts know that something is going on. Right now, since we know practically nothing, discretion is honestly our best bet. Yes?”

Argenti may not know if rereading the files would actually help, but he did know that. When he spotted someone with The Gift, he couldn’t just kill them. First, he had to find out all he could about them, their routines, their habits, their lives. And he couldn’t be seen or spotted or figured out until he finally took them away to kill them. The same thing applied here, with the Outcasts. This group of four need to figure out who the Outcasts were and how to dispose while remain undercover until it was time to strike. They wouldn’t be doing that if Juniper live tweeted the whole thing.
Hello everybody!

So, first off posts are due on 09/26/2022 (Which is the day before the last book in the Scholomance series comes out. I'm excited for that!)

Next, I would like to recruit at least one more person. Right now the way the dynamic is set up it's pretty much all the characters have to stick together and I was hoping to try and set up a couple different subplots up. I didn't have anything specific in mind. I just thought it would be cool. If anyone has a friend or someone in mind that might want to play have them message me or Pascal or mention them here! And shout out to anyone lurking. If you were reading and thinking, "This looks cool!" Drop us a line! It might take some work, but we could figure out a way to integrate your character.

That's all I have for now. Lots of Love!




Hello! It looks like we are slowly losing people. Which is fine. People have to do what's best for them. I am sorry that the deadline started stressing people out. It was actually meant to reduce stress while still making sure the story moved forward at a decent pace. I guess that did happen. Oops.

Anyways. Are the three of you having fun still? Do you want me to look for people to fill the empty spots or would you rather just move on just the four of us? Or do you want to just end it now? I'm really at a loss so I could really use your feedback.

Thank you!

Hello everybody!

Posts are due tomorrow. Just a reminder. I'm looking forward to all the posts!

As for @Pascal and her question. I actually have a shift scheduled for my birthday. I have yet to decide if I'm skipping it or not. I do plan to spend my "weekend" replaying Shadows of Almia, recoloring my hair, and getting way too much Chinese food. I might do an Argenti post on Tuesday. So, no real birthday plans. One of the cons of being an adult. Bleh.

Does anyone have opinions on calling out on your birthday?

Anyways. All the love!


Argenti didn’t really want a full party to go with him. Two was fine, but four others was not ideal at all. However, as Setepenre had said earlier, no one should be alone. Which meant they would either being doing things as a group or in two groups, one pair and one trio. They couldn’t leave Cain alone. That would not be ideal. And they couldn’t leave Albert alone. They really couldn’t leave Albert behind. He didn’t even have a phone! If Argenti had his way, it would be him, Cain, and Setepenre to hit up his contacts. Juniper and Albert could go get the angel a phone. However, Argenti wasn’t going to take charge of this group in any way shape or form. The mere idea made him shudder.

So, instead he shrugged, “Alright. Full party for the shady kink club.” He gathered a few files together, “We should clean up first if we are all leaving.”

It wasn’t really a shady kink club. No one here needed to know that. Amelia went to great lengths to make it seem like a shady kink club, and Argenti wasn’t going to be the one to ruin all her hard work. Besides, if people thought it was a shady kink club maybe they would back out of going with him. It was a kink club. It just wasn’t shady. Amelia used contracts, bouncers, and magic to ensure that it was the safest place in The City to explore kink. Consent was paramount. That was why it was Argenti’s favorite club in The City. It was fairly well known and spoke about in both the mundane and supernatural communities. Still, only members, and honorary members, like Argenti, knew that it was 100 percent consent based.

He finished gathering up the files and held them out, “I have no bag to carry these and no spatial magic to store them. Anyone have any ideas.”

They also needed to figure out what to do with the left-over pastries and coffee. There wasn’t an extreme amount of either. If the succubus had to guess The Detective had decided to buy enough that there were plenty of options so that way the seven guests wouldn’t need to fight over one specific pastries. Argenti supposed that they could offer the leftovers to the hotel staff but didn’t want to make assumptions about what the rest of the group might think. He did grab another one for himself, this one chocolate iced, but made no other moves towards them.

He also pulled out his phone to add Juniper’s number. He took a minute to go over the seven sins in his head. He couldn’t add her as JuniperG, G for gluttony, since Greed also started with a G. So, he added her as Juniper Gluttony. That was not her last name, but Argenti didn’t care. Eventually everyone would be added to his contacts with their first name and their sin. Argenti also took a key from Albert. His key had a lily on it. It probably didn’t mean anything. At least the succubus hoped it didn’t mean anything. He stuffed it in his pocket before he could think too much about it. There was no point.
As an announcement. Dragonfly 9 has decided to resign from the role-play. So there are 5 of us now. I will be slightly retconning things to says Ivan left at the same time Aodh did. I hope that is alright. As always please let me know if you have any questions.

Thank you for your understanding!

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