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>Doing rolls for a scene, and it totaled to 61 dead and 43 injured. I think that's a sufficient start to my wesen apocalypse.
Fyror did not blame Dr. Graham for getting vexed by Mrs. Wyndham. The woman was stubborn and headstrong, and as many in the ton did, she had a warped perception of the world. She stubbornly refused to see the good in those who truly were, and she was entirely blind to the darkness within those who had little good left in them. Title and prestige did not make a man into a more decent human being than a man who has nothing to his name. However, Mrs. Wyndham did not see it that way, such was their dilemma. Fyror had a feeling nothing would truly change Mrs. Wyndham's view of Lord Rutherford, and publicly discrediting the man would only make her hate the mangled faced officer more. In the end though, her view of him mattered little in comparison to ensuring the safety of Millicent.
His lips were set into a hard line, and his features were harsher than usual as he listened to Dr. Graham. No matter how much he wished to deny it, the situation with Millicent grew graver by the second. The clock was ticking on her life expectancy, and he feared that they would be too late. At Dr. Graham's question, his gaze turned to Gerard. The stable hand seemed more familiar with Miss Wyndham and likely could answer with more accuracy and credibility than he could.
"All that Miss Wyndham had witnessed and experienced at Almack's had taken a toll on her, and Lord Rutherford clearly took advantage of her already fragile state. If I had known the truth about him then, I would have gladly taken that man down right then and there, no matter the repercussions," he stated after Gerard had spoken. There was an evident edge to his voice, and he looked over at Dr. Graham before his gaze turned back to Gerard. There was a fieriness to his eyes as he addressed the man. "I will do everything in my power to get her back and to see that justice is served. Lord Rutherford will pay, and I don't care if he ruins me in the process."
Thalken's dark eyed gaze whipped back and forth between Michael and Frances as they bantered about him of all people. They were talking about him like he wasn't even here. His nostrils flared slightly in his annoyance. He didn't like this in the least bit. It was one thing if it was his twin sister Thalcona teasing him. He could tolerate her for the most part, but people who were basically strangers to him? They had no right.
"You know I am standing right here," he stated snarkily. He had always been a bounty hunter above all else, so "socializing" wasn't exactly his forte. With this in mind, his words more often than not had a harsh bluntness to them, like that which had just spilled from his mouth. His eyes narrowed back on Frances at her last comment. His head tilted slightly to the side. He did not know exactly how to take what she had just said. Was it ridicule? A compliment? Or simply stating a known fact?
Thalken did not have much time to ponder that thought as Frances was needed elsewhere and Michael was already moving on. He let out a huff of frustration, but nevertheless, he followed the man to the nearby physician Nuetermyre. If it was even possible, Thalken looked further annoyed at Michael's statement that the doctor was practically deaf. Great, he would be here awhile. How long did this helping thing usually take?
@Morose Undead Édouard. *shutters* That's a disturbing thought. XD
EDIT: I kind of figured that there was a chance of that. Still not quite the same, for obvious reasons. XD
EDIT: I kind of figured that there was a chance of that. Still not quite the same, for obvious reasons. XD
@Morose I can't believe I am saying this, but I am actually kind of sad that Édouard is dead. I was looking forward to more interesting encounters between him and Sirena. Plus my new character Morgane Marchand could have been a friend/frenemy with Édouard. They would have had interesting times together. Well darn. It was still worth the awesomeness. XD
Here are some gifs that give you a general idea of my concept of Morgane:
Here are some gifs that give you a general idea of my concept of Morgane:
I am making a backup character with Kaya Scodelario as my Faceclaim and Dark Cyan 008B8B# as my color code. I just wanted to put that out there. :3
@Morose@FantasyChic But it was awesome! :P
Granted, I can't say much though as none of my characters died. Either Sirena or Edgard as a ghost would be rather amusing.
Here's some more irony for you. Within the last day or two I had thought of an idea for another character to bring in later on. I figured maybe she could be a potential friend or frenemy for Édouard since the poor guy basically has none. Well, then he died. ¯\_(ăƒ„)_/¯
Granted, I can't say much though as none of my characters died. Either Sirena or Edgard as a ghost would be rather amusing.
Here's some more irony for you. Within the last day or two I had thought of an idea for another character to bring in later on. I figured maybe she could be a potential friend or frenemy for Édouard since the poor guy basically has none. Well, then he died. ¯\_(ăƒ„)_/¯
Sirena practically leapt to her feet as Luisa suddenly began to scream out in pain. Her eyes widened, and she quickly grew frantic. She wanted to do something to help, but she did not know what would help. She gingerly reached out, intent on trying to comfort her, and maybe even to rub her head and neck in hopes of easing some of the pain. However, the movement of her hand paused, hovering merely a few inches from Luisa, when blood began to pour from the girl's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. Sirena's expression changed to a look of horror and a gasp left her parted lips. She had little time to react further, as pain exploded within her. She was pulled to the ground, as if by some unseen force. She hit the deck of the Bellona with a dull thud, causing pain to radiate throughout her whole body.
There was a nearly deafening ringing noise in her ears, and yet she could hear Luisa's screams clear enough. Her nose was filled with the stench of blood, her own blood she realized as it poured down her face. She struggled to move, feeling completely immobile. She tried to reach out to Luisa, but the attempt was futile. "Luisa, para esto! ¡Solo tu puedes!" she managed to cry out before a scream was ripped from her lungs. The pain was like nothing she had ever experience before and nothing she wished to experience again. It threatened to plunge her world into darkness, but perhaps that would have been a blessing.
Sirena felt something warm spray onto her, covering her in a smelly and sticky mess. To her horror, she figured out that it was Isaac on her, literally. Off not far to her side was the gruesome remains of what had once been a man. She gagged, nearly vomiting in her mouth. Her pain filled gaze went back to Luisa, and she fought even harder than before to get to the little girl and to put a stop to this madness, somehow. A chill went through her at the words Luisa spoke, and then it was all over. The sound of a gun being fired rang out and a bullet promptly imbedded itself into the little girl's skull. A strangled cry left Sirena's lips. She then slumped onto the ground, her strength leaving her and her breaths coming out ruggedly. It was all over now, but at what cost?
Location: Twelve Daggers Tavern – Port of Tortuga
- "Ain't No Grave" by Hidden Citizens ft. Adam Christopher
- "Ain't No Grave" by Hidden Citizens ft. Adam Christopher
Suddenly the unexpected happened right before Edgard's eyes. However, it wasn't entirely unenjoyable, for him at least. One need not forget that he was a twisted man after all. A spray of still warm blood and brain matter hit him as Alice's head imploded and subsequently exploded all over the tavern. His eyes widened for a moment, before a wicked gleam came to them. Alice Blackwood was no more. He would remember this moment fondly. His only regret was that he had not been the cause of such a beautifully gruesome death. Unfortunately, he did not get to revel in the moment for long, as a searing pain hit him full force.
He gritted his teeth, barely holding back a scream of pain as he clutched his head. After seeing what had happened to Alice, one should realistically be scared to death, or scared of death. But Edgard could barely even think as the pain in his head was so great. He tried to get out of his chair, but he instead ended up collapsing to the floor. A pain filled yell left his lips before he could stop it, and his own blood mixed with that of Alice's. There was a ringing noise in his ears, and his gaze grew foggy as it turned to the others in the room. He was just in time to witness Édouard's head explode followed by Jean's. "What the hell?! That was supposed to be my kill," he exclaimed but it came out as more of a groan. His balled fist slammed against the floor as he let out another yell. This time he was really just pissed. Who knew a man could be in such pain and yet still be entirely petty?
@Morose
How ironic that that was in my last post for Edgard! As well as the song "Ain't No Grave" by Hidden Citizens ft. Adam Christopher! Double the irony! Ahahahaha! X'D
He wanted to get comfortable for the "show" that was about to unfold.
How ironic that that was in my last post for Edgard! As well as the song "Ain't No Grave" by Hidden Citizens ft. Adam Christopher! Double the irony! Ahahahaha! X'D
@Morose I will get a post up today. :P
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