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Hello! I'm LadyRunic! But you knew that...

I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.

You can generally expect posts regularly once a week if not more.

I've RP'd for the better part of fourteen years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the understanding of what I expect of a partner in a one-on-one or a group. I'm also the sort who will speak up and point out something if it looks off or forms a problem to me. I spent most of a year once stuck in a Voice Chat Rp that was hell on Earth, so I'm straight forward when I need to say something. I expect this in return from my Rpers and DMs. I want to improve my writing and love constructive criticism.

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Athanasia Theroux


Location Equipment shed





All Athanasia found were sticks on the ground beneath the window. Though upon hearing a giant crash within the gym shed, she peeked through the window before giving a wild giggle at seeing one of Roman's goons- cyclops- taking the basket of weights upon the top of his head. Though the sense of victory was mixed with confusion as the monster vanished into a cloud of dust. Why did he do that? Was it some monster trick? There wasn't enough time to worry about it however as Roman and his cohort tripped over the balls and their own feet. It seemed their plan was working well enough.

"Arthur, you aren't going to be getting rid of me so easily! I know you so want the Hell Raising Committee all to yourself." Giving the older boy a wink as she dusted some of the gold monster debris from his shoulder, Athanasia cast a worried look past Hedge and her comrade. "Kiera, Desde! Oh, do come on!" Worry straining her voice for the Kiera especially as she gripped Arthur's hand and pulled him away from the building. While the two were tangled did buy them time, she wasn't going to be stupid enough to remain with just a window between them. Roman was stubborn and she doubted a mere window would halt him. There were plenty of things in the gym shed he could use to break the window. "Oh, I wish that stupid brute would just go back to where he came from! I am not a stew! There's not enough of me for a stew!" Athanasia muttered vehemently as her eyes sparked with temper and worry. "If we are Half-Bloods or whatever and have these powers or what not- then why don't we have powers?!" Athanasia wanted to put as much distance between herself and the one eyed menaces as she could! It was worse than those scary nights at home because now there were other people involved, and they were her Committee! Like heck she was going to leave them to become Cyclops Chow.
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While it is on going, we still have room and for the most part I can insert people pretty much at any time. Anyone interested?





Arc I - Terreille in Trouble




Faeril Ashkevron

Present Day
Location - Ashkevron Residence in Aren, Askavi

Interacting with @13org



Gen gave a chuckle as he shook Mikhail's hand and led the man through the winding halls of the eyrie towards the homely kitchen that was the Warlord's domain. "I would not let Faeril hear you say such, unless you actually want to get stabbed." The Warlord cautioned with amusement in his tone. "Coffee or something stronger? Ashke didn't say not to let you drink so..." His wings rustled as the Eyrien warrior shrugged. The halls of the eyrie were stone in all aspects save for the odd painting or table that sported some vase or other decorative piece. Thick rugs spaced evenly though the halls softened the feel of stone and most likely were only there to keep one's feet from feeling the bite of cold stone when the warming spells wore off during the winter months.

It did not take long for the Eyrien to show their 'guest' into the homely kitchen. Three archways opened into the room, one of which was the hall that wound about the eyrie. The arch across from their entrance led into what appeared to be a pleasant dining room. Sunlight would have filled that room and cast a warm glow even into the kitchen if it had not been storming. To their right was the front room, a formal sitting room of sorts. To their right was a heavy oaken door that led out to the garden visible through the widows above the stone work counters. Walking around the sturdy table that took up the middle of the room Gen took a pot off the counter and filled it with water from the sink. Setting it on the stove as he summoned a ring of wytchfire beneath it to heat the liquid. "So why did a Dea Al Mon come to Terreille? Assuming that you don't have a death wish?" The Eyrien asked blundering through the personal question with the typical amount of tact the males of his race had for such things. His hands busy grinding up some of the beans for coffee.

Winged Boar, Aren, Askavi
@Slim Shady @Zoey White
Denvar winced as the the foolish little witch snapped to the Eyrien Warlord Prince. On the best days it was best to treat an unknown male of that caste with respect and careful handling until the measure of the man was taken. They were most volatile of the castes and, as a member of that caste himself, he could vouch for that fact. Giving a sharp nod, he caught the woman before she hit the ground and he got an earful about injuries from Faeril. "Might be best lass to not agitate that one." He advised the woman as her things followed her with a clatter. Taking a bit of forethought to that matter, Denvar vanished the witch's weapons to the small pocket of power the Blood could store such things in. It wasn't comfortable with what he already held, but he could make do for now. As Xandar joined the two, Denvar gestured through the falling rain up towards the Eyries that perched on the mountainside and one particularly lonely one that sat just a bit closer to Aren than the rest. "We'll have to fly so if you don't mind, witchling?" The witch was a cocky fool and only going to get herself in trouble. After all what was such a light jeweled witch doing in Aren and with such weapons like? The options were few and honestly, Denvar hoped she was just a fool and not hunting for males else it would be a rather tense night. Looking over at Xandar, the Tiger-eye Warlord Prince sighed. It was going to be a tense night anyways.

Randalvar studied the mess that was being made of his bar and sighed in annoyance. "What is it with you younglings and having to have contests." The old warrior muttered absently, waving off Xandar's words as he glared at the drink that still dripped from his bar to the floor which lacked the same shield. "Ellian! Get a mop and rag will you?" He called back to his granddaughter withdrawing the shield that blocked the kitchen.

Root's Teeth, Dhemlan Terreille
@SilverPaw
The crowd did not seem to resent the man so much when he wasn't shoving his way through the busy floor of the tavern. Though the male that had the crooked nose was eyeing him suspiciously, though his attention was pulled away by a group of men pulling him into their conversation. They were too far away and the tavern too loud for Jandar to make out what they were saying. Their smiles didn't quite reach their eyes and the servers were uneasy about them. Though as he passed Jandar would find it nearly impossible to pin point the pale man's psychic scent or strength, there were just too many people.

The noise of the tavern however was dulled as the stable door closed after the Kaeleer native. The softer sounds of horses restlessly digging through straw and munching on hay and oats taking the place of shouts and bawdy laughter. The smell of leather, horse and fresh straw would be refreshing most likely though the subtle wrongness was just barely present here too. It seemed that folk had left the stable alone, seeking food or warmth as there was a certain nip to the air even in this Craft heated building. The damp was just pushing it's chill to everything and it would be a sad night for those who didn't make it to shelter in time. As Jandar fed Teo the carrot, he would hear a rustling high above in the loft of the stables. Up there were bed rolls among the bales and grain sacks for when the inn was too full and the stable workers were tossed out to mind the horses for the night. The scrawny child Jandar had seen earlier was picking through a small leather satchel. It's leather detailed and stylized with high craftsmanship that spoke of wealth or at least a means to obtain such things. The young Blood was blood but the psychic scent was subtle, jut a little off enough that it would be hard to pinpoint exactly what Caste they belonged too. But the pale gold eyes of the long lived races and the pale hair of a short lived race that was butchered quite short spoke of mixed blood. The tanned skin of the Hyallian, Dhemlan and Eyrien was lighter than most others. "Dammit all. Nothing in here but trash." The voice sounded young and more than a bit hoarse as papers were tossed to the side. Sealed letters, most likely the purse belonged to a courier.

Queen's Residence, Eldan, Hayll
@eclecticwitch
The young maid could do little but comply as Fatima took Illyria's hand within her own and sat upon the bed. Looking nervously about the room the witch felt trapped. Admitting she knew of this person to a Queen no less would be a huge risk on her part let alone. Black Widows after all were outlawed and actively seeking their aid was dangerous. For Illyria to reveal this breach of the laws to a Queen was damning on her part. In truth it had been an act of desperation. Begging for a healing of the mind when her younger brother had been badly wounded in his spirit by another Queen. Risking her position as a maid she had withdrew from the Court when the older Queen had still ruled. Pleading for time to get her brother settled, never mind he was already settled with their parents.

It had taken months, and more marks than she had, but Illyria had found the woman she had been looking for. "Please forgive me," The young maid begged looking close to throwing herself upon the ground or shooting out the window. "It was years ago, but I needed some help. From a woman. A Black Widow." Swallowing the thick knot of worry in her throat, Illyria whispered in terror. "I- ah- overheard your discussion with the First Circle and I- No one else heard, just me." The woman assured Fatima desperately. "Well, I do know of one." And she was risking everything by telling Fatima of this.
@Zoey White If you could finish it tonight that would be lovely. Slim Shady has been waiting on you all week and I do need to update tomorrow.
@Zoey White @Slim Shady @13org @SilverPaw 2 days left to post! Please do not wait for the last day. Also, please pay attention to the Discord. I am always available for questions there as replies will be faster.

@Zoey White I need you to post soon, as Slim Shady is waiting on your reply.
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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.


Richard Laine & Ayita Dyrkin


Location: Sub-Basement - Operating Theater





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.


Athanasia Theroux


Location Equipment shed





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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