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Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Interested in Vampure and Hunter plot. Set in Victorian time, with a anime base. A hunter stumbles on a ring of vampire activity and a newly made fledgling vampire.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Richard Laine & Ayita Dyrkin

Location: Sub-Basement - Operating Theater

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Ayita had flinched as Mary's voice rose to a scream. If she had ears she would have flattened them at this unnecessary racket, it was one trait of the humans she did not care for. If she had hackles they would have raised in anger at Mary's self righteous speech. Stepping towards Mary as she made to lead, Ayita was yanked by as her brother fought to sit up. A hand fastened about her arm, which she snarled at it. "Ayita. Leave it, damn you." Richard's eyes were sharp with anger and Ayita faltered. The anger was directed at her. Why? What had she done?! It was Mary who was snapping and blowing her top like all the other humans!

"She is a insolent-!" The younger Laine's jaw snapped shut as Richard cuffed his sister hard upside the head.

Snake like eyes glared in annoyance. "And you are not? Sit. Wait for someone to tend to those burns and shut the hell up." The Adder growled deeply, showing a temper he rarely released on the sister he was so protective of. "That bastard was damn right on when he called you both Disney Villains. This isn't the place to have you starting a bitching contest and I thought you were above those." "I didn't-!" "You did. Perhaps you are human where it counts. Your mouth. Now allow someone who knows something about your incapability to say things in way that others can understand to speak for you." "She's just-!" "I don't give a flying pig. Leave it." Richard snarled with particular temper over Ayita's protests.

Wisely Ayita shut up as her head snapped away from Richard. Childishly refusing to look at him as she struggled to keep her cutting thoughts in check. It wasn't often she got this upset but Richard was siding with that thorn-tongued bitch! She had tried to explain it and that wasn't enough! Why couldn't he let her deal with it? She wasn't incompetent! Wrapping her arms about herself the younger woman only remained because if she didn't, Ayita was fairly sure Richard would drag her back and in worse shape. Making her wait longer for the hunt to pick up again. She couldn't afford that. She couldn't afford this threat remaining about to mess with her head and making her potentially attacking her family again. That had already happened once with Wonderland after all. Flinching that that reminder, it took all her nerves not to shift. She felt exposed and hunted in this room. Anyone and everyone would attack and call her a monster, a beast. A nightmare that would be better off dead. Murderer. That was what she was after all. If she hadn't killed Wonderland Oshea would still be dead. The virus would have never been released even if Wonderland did live. Nothing would have changed. That life she snuff out would have gone on. Ayita's fingers bit into her shoulders, her jaw tightening. Monster. How could she ever forget that is what she was? Even among other mutants she was a horror. Even Richard saw it!

Shoving himself to his feet, Richard wanted to gut his sister. Rare were the times that Ayita was the cause of his temper, and he usually tempered it when it was her in the wrong. But she had gotten her instincts as the dominate bitch up and Marygold wasn't understanding or backing down which only made the entire situation worse. Women, he blamed women for this in general. Taking a moment to steady himself against the pain and waves of vertigo, the Adder reached out to stop someone from leaving. He didn't give a damn who, but he figured the woman called Rogue would be good enough. Gripping her arm, Richard jerked his head as he staggered towards the door. Motioning he wanted a private word. He would have preferred to speak to Remy but he would work with what he got. "Won't take long." The Adder grumbled, his voice quiet and private and gritted through his teeth against the pain. "And I'm going to explain to my sister the fact weaknesses do have to be pointed out sometimes. But you might want to damn well tell Marygold that my sister does care about Wonderland's death and I'm most likely going to have to sacrifice my nights to deal with the nightmares again." Giving Rogue an apologetic look he sighed. "I'd tell Marygold myself, but... I'm not walking out of this room. Wonderland told Ayita the worst damn thing she could when she died. Told her she wasn't a mutant or a human, just a beast. A mindless animal. Our mother called her a monster, fuel to the fire so to speak. She's- Ayita's- got nightmares bad for a time afterwards about confirming those... facts. Now their going to start up again. There's nothing she regrets more than killing other human beings. Though I say it was a good call. One woman verses thousands if that strain had been released..." Richard shrugged absently. "But I'm a bastard and know it. Ayita saw it that way when she attacked, but now she's going to start double guessing herself into a mess again." Running a hand through his hair, Richard shook his head releasing Rogue. "Sorry for interrupting you, darling." Limping back to the table he had been sitting on where Ayita was still sitting.

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Athanasia Theroux

Location Equipment shed

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Athanasia fidgeted with the strap of her backpack, wishing she had a parasol to twirl in her agitation. Dark eyes narrowed at Arthur though she hesitated before answering. In truth, Athanasia was scared. Could she run fast enough? Even if she was fast enough there was one of her and three of them. That was bad odds to start with. "We won't know til we try, besides I am the smallest and can easily bait that idiot Roman." Rolling her eyes Athanasia began helping the older girls and hedge by spreading the basket balls and whatever else she could find that might trip the cyclops up across the floor.

Glancing at Kiera, Athanasia gave a weak smile. Trying not to let it shake. "Oh la, just make sure to make it through the window. I dont want those bullies to hurt you!" Athansia looked at the window and frowned. She hoped help would come and soon. That, or they could just loose Roman and Eye 1 & 2. Opening the window, Athanasia was quick to crawl out scanning the ground for potential ammo.

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Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

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Arc I - Terreille in Trouble

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Faeril Ashkevron

Present Day
Location - Ashkevron Residence in Aren, Askavi

Interacting with @13org

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The Ice Healer, as some had nicknamed her, chuckled lightly. There was still a hardness in her blue eyes that gave made folk all to aware of the coldness she cloaked herself in. "I am well aware of your limitations in time, Prince Mikhail. No, your treatment will take time but it will not take so much you live out your life as my test subject." There was a wicked glint in the woman's eye as one corner of her mouth turned up into a sly smirk as she looked towards the door that opened up into the main hallway that ran through the eyrie. "I have Gennar for such things." She called with a slight edge of annoyance to her tone.

The said Eyrien Warlord lounged outside in the hall and was looking in with a face that was falsely innocent. "Did you need something, Ashke? Or can I rescue that poor fellow from your clutches?" The witch looked disgusted with the man as she slid the web and it's container into a large cabinet that took up one part of the stone wall that was in actuality the mountain itself. Flicking her wings that rustled with a irritated noise, she flicked a hand is dismissal. Grinning Gen pushed his luck as he moved to lean in the door frame. "Does this mean you're going to rest?"

"I do rest. Now shoo." Faeril's blue eyes narrowed at the larger Eyrien, her fingers poking him in the chest as the man merely arched a eyebrow. He was well aware he could have a snaketooth sink into his skin through his shirt and that would most likely be the last anyone ever heard of him. Still he just gave his younger friend a sweeping bow as she slipped away to begin another aspect of her labor. Most likely to tend to her garden, Gen hoped. It would do her good to stop spinning the tangled webs and seeking a hope that would come when it came. Turning his attention to Mikhail he offered that the Dea Al Mon follow him with a jerk of his head. "Suppose you could probably do with some food after that? I'd make Faeril something to eat, but the woman would only toss it off the side of the mountain." Outright grinning, the protector of Faeril Ashkevron offered a hand. He had been there when Mikhail had come to the house but maintain the presence of a brooding and vicious Warlord. "Gennar Saroth."

Winged Boar, Aren, Askavi
@Slim Shady @Zoey White
Denvar gave a slight nod as the Sapphire Warlord Prince nodded to him, offering up a name that made Denvar question the wisdom in letting him cross paths with Faeril. While she wasn't family by blood, she was treated as such by his brothers and himself. So it was only natural that Denvar was worried about letting a Ebon-Grey Warlord Prince that could well wring his sister's neck without much trouble aside from what Faeril would do. Wincing at what Faeril might do when faced with healing and aiding this man, Denvar nodded back as he fought to catch his breathe. He wasn't so young as to be a fool, but both his brother and he were older than Faeril in years. Mentally? He wouldn't lie. He was a randy youth who danced on folly's line a few times too many. One of the reasons he had been punted down here by a snarly Healer who was sick of him getting underfoot for trying to help.

"Denvar." He offered in return. Xandar was not a common name, but it was a well known one. The twisted pets of Dorothea and Askavi's queen Ollirian were eager to catch the man alive. He had too much power to waste and would make a better trophy alive than dead. If he bent to their will? They would have a weapon that could even match the infamous Sadist potentially. But then Eyriens thought they could match anyone with their legendary arrogance. Looking at the woman, he prepared to cover the exit if need be and prevent escape. Though it was doubtful she would make it that far.

Randalvar, being a wise and thoughtful individual who was rather tired of building replacement furniture for his bar, subtly cast a Purple Dusk strength shield over his bar that only was a hairs breathe from the wood. A second shield blocked off the door that lead into the kitchens where his granddaughter was. Protective in his nature he was loath to let even a potential fight reach the last of his bloodline. "Might as well go with 'im, lass." He advised while placed a clean mug on the shelf behind him and began wiping out another one.

Root's Teeth, Dhemlan Terreille
@SilverPaw
The Prince said little more aside from nodding absently. It wasn't that the man was trying to be rude, but his misery was just so deep. There were a few like him, broken from within though their Jewels were still whole. As the Jandar finished with his meal the same witch did appear and quickly whisk away the remains. Given the amount of people in the inn, and the several other serving ladies and lads that were also acting in the same nervous manner, meals were streaming out of the kitchen just as fast as they could get the plates and utensils clean. While weather like this was not particularly good for the false business Jandar was about on, it was very good for the inn. They would sell many rooms and most likely spaces on the floor this night.

The crowed let 'Jean' pass without much trouble save for the occasional shove back and cursed insult for his own rude passage. It was with luck that no one challenged the Warlord as he made his way after the maid who only appeared to grow more nervous as she noticed her tail. While fighting his way through the throng of bodies, Jandar might notice a man leaning by the hearth. His mop of black hair combed back away from a too pale face and a nose that had been broken before. A predatory smile gracing his lips as he smiled nastily towards the Kaeleer native. Though there was a sickening approval in the man's eyes.

The door to the kitchen was being opened and shut regularly so when the Warlord knocked it didn't take long for a older woman with stern features and wielding a ladle to open it. Her dress was stained and dusted liberally with flour despite an apron and her iron grey hair was pulled back in a tight bun. The White Jeweled cook regarded Jandar with cold gold eyes. "Can I help you, Lord?" Her voice was polite but terse and trimmed with an edge of fear. While he delivered his message, she studied him closer. Behind her Jandar would see a bustling kitchen with the heavenly smells of baking bread and stew to fill the air. Giving a annoyed sniff, the witch nodded slightly. "Thank you, but I would advise you leave my kitchen be. You are slowing us down." She snapped sharply before quite firmly shutting the door without slamming it. Startling several servers who had been hovering just out of reach while Jandar blocked the entrance to the kitchen.

One witch with a Opal whispered softly to Jandar as she squeezed by him to the door. "Don't mind Cook. She's just busy and you gave Alda quite the fright following her." Shoving a carrot into his hands under her tray, she gave Jandar a tired and weak smile. "Go feed your horse, and stay in your room before you attract the wrong sort of attention." With the last whispered word of advice the witch darted into the kitchen, as someone shouted within the domain of 'Cook'.

Queen's Residence, Eldan, Hayll
@eclecticwitch

A timid knock sounded on Fatima's door before a timid maid entered. While her mother had been a hard and demanding woman, Fatima was much easier to work with- for the most part. The young Queen was quite odd, but she was not cruel or over demanding like some of the other queens were in Hyall. Chewing her lip, Illyria stared at the bags that were partly packed while trying to figure out what exactly to say. It wasn't her place to say anything at all, but she had heard the plans while she had been sweeping out the hallway and well that just wasn't proper at all!

"My Lady, I might know someone... Though, I beg you swear on your Jewels to never repeat this to a soul?" With large and frightened gold eyes, Illyria absent began to organize the packs. Her gaze darting between her task and looking up at Fatima. "It- You say you are travelling?" Randomly redirecting the conversation, the tiny maid was worrying her lip bloody with nerves "Where to? If I may ask that is? My apologies, but Lady we cannot lose you!" There was true fright to the maid as she gripped a tattered dress in both hands nearly wringing the poor thing lifeless. If it had a life to start with.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Richard Laine & Ayita Dyrkin

Location: Sub-Basement - Operating Theater

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Richard tensed in his desire to stand against Remy's insults. Bully Marygold?! She was the one who reduced Ayita to tears! "Shove a card up my ass, I'll just come back to hit you harder." Richard hissed, ignoring the stabbing pain as he yanked a startled Ayita to the side. "If you so much as suggest my sister is a bully or raise her voice in her direction again I'll=!" He grunted as Ayita shoved him back down onto the table, and none too gently either. Glancing between the two snarling men, Ayita studied them with a odd look in her amber eyes. Giving a odd noise that sounded like she was choking, the woman devolved into a hapless heap of giggles and howling laughter. Richard watched in utter confusion as his sister- who had been ready to go on warpath- was reduced to a tear of laughter. "What the bloody hell?" The former assassin murmured as he peered down at his baby sister.

"Two!" Giggling as she had fallen against Richard's table, Ayita was barely keeping her feet as she tried to catch her breathe. Gasping for air, the woman tried to explain herself between gales of snickering. "If anyone had said, as I suspect you said to him, to me would you not be reacting the exact same?" The wild woman quirked a brow.

"I would not. Don't be preposterous." Richard huffed with a fearsome glare that did nothing and only aggravated Ayita's case of the giggles.

Bobbing her head up and down in disagreement, Ayita burst into a gale of high pitched yelps before subsiding to giggles. But there was a serious note in her voice, that even giggles had a hard time taking away. "I was controlled when I set you after the thorn-tongued one. The pain was no less real, but..." Ayita shrugged and tilted her head, not looking at Remy so much as the girl he sheltered. "You both might as well lay them out on the table and measure them, or so my mate would say. Let the females deal with their own problems between each other." Clapping her hands over her mouth, Ayita fell to a bout of howls and cackles. Richard merely rolling his eyes and grumbling with distaste.

Finally Ayita regain some control of herself though the odd round of laughter broke through. The two were very similar in her eyes, and perhaps that where the problem lay for her and Marygold as well. Though it was not, and did not excuse the words Mary had said to her. Words that struck her deeply. "I will speak to Marygold however, there are words that still need said. I do not pretend to be anything but what I am." Ayita's laughter had fully subsided. Now there was a pained expression to her eyes as she seemed to shrink within herself. "I am shifting and constantly torn between the human and the creatures of earth, land, and sky. I do not expect others to understand, yet have been gifted with a few who do." Giving Mary a stern look she pointedly raised her ringed hand. "Death is not a joke to me, it never has been. I now have a mate- a husband-to-be- to stay alive for. I will kill to protect him and the cubs we will have."

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Richard Laine & Ayita Dyrkin

Location: Sub-Basement - Operating Theater

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Richard gave a short and pained chuckle. "Snake Man? Close enough, Card Man." The Adder wrapped a arm about his middle, feeling the loss of a kidney at the moment. A body battered and injured and all he could do was lay about. Which wasn't improving his mood in the slightest. He wasn't angry per say, but rather peeved and Marygold had crossed a line. That line's name was Ayita, and for his sister? He had done a lot already.

"If you want to get all properly serpent and all things snake-like... I'm more of an Adder. Proper English Slytherin." The former assassin chuckled at his own little joke. Though he sobered at hearing Marygold's tears. He wanted to rip the girl a new one, honest as the sky was blue. Though he was loath to place the blame all on her if whatever issue Ayita had with the red-head was mixed up with the recent bout of mind control. "And I'm not going rip into her, for now anyways. But I am going to find out what she said exactly to my baby sister to make her cry and come to me." There was a fearsome glint in Richard's eyes. "Ayita has had enough of that in her life, and I'll be damned if she has to put up with more disdain from within this little group for what she is."

"I should be used to such things as of now." The woman noted dryly. "I will hunt this prey down better when I am bandaged- as much as I dislike it. It is not a choice, it is a necessity." The wild woman slipped through the door into the crowded medical room. An 'operating theater'. Humans and their naming of things. Studying the crowd for a long moment she dismissed each. A hand gripping Carolina's shoulder and releasing it quickly as she passed, her strides taking her to her older brother. "Richard." The woman sighed and gripped the man's face as she studied the snake-eyed man who was her kin.

Richard chuckled and shooed his sister's hands off, noting the burns and cuts on her skin. "You're injured." Who? He wanted to ask the question, but Ayita was glanced over towards Jean with a shake of her head.

"Leave it. The bastard Mesmero got into my mind." Richard paused as he heard the pure rage in Ayita's voice. It was not common that Ayita let that rage focus on someone other than herself. Oh, she could get annoyed with people and dislike them. But to outright hate them? The Adder shruddered as he read the predator in his sister's eyes. She would not stop til the blood of Mesmero was staining the ground. Not with a lover up North, a brother in the South, and friends all about. He almost wanted to smile, as Ayita moved to forage for supplies to tend to her wounds.

Looking over at Marygold, Ayita pointedly ignoring the 'leader'. Though she was sure to make damn sure that ring on her finger was gleaming bright. Old and worn it might be, but dammit all! It was hers! Damon was hers, and she was his. That kept her from turning and demanding satisfaction from the weeping little bundle of prey. Returning to her brother's side, she pointedly placed herself between the Adder and Poison Ivy. Not to protect her form him, but so that she would have to go through Ayita to get to the only family aside from Allison and her mate that Ayita had left. She had found nothing to help her own wounds, so she cast her amber eyes about before lighting on Jean. "What might help for the burns that your mate inflicted when I was rampaging?" Her brother stiffened but understood the termage. Rampaging... Ayita had given him the info he needed. That she was alive was testament to the fact she had been turned away and not so badly injured because of that.