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🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

Uh-oh, there it goes, I said too much, it overflowed.
Why do I always spill? I feel it coming out my throat
Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap

- "Soap" by Melanie Martinez

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Location: Ville au Camp - Kitchen House
Skills: N/A

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Alexandra let out a breathy sigh, deflating slightly at The Hat's words. "Yes, yes. Vait until the end of the orientation to ask questions," she retorted, rolling her eyes. "You can't blame a girl for trying." She glanced up and over at him with a smile on her face as she brushed past him to enter the kitchen house. The Dice woman's words hit her ears just as the smell of food similarly wafted to her nose. Her eyes widened a bit and her mouth watered at the sight and smell of food. She loved food, and right now, she realized that she was absolutely starving. She hadn't eaten since--damn, she hadn't eaten since the early 1800s!!

"You don't have to tell me tvice," she piped up in response to Eve saying to help yourself. She rushed/bounced over to the table laid out with a decent enough array of food and drinks. She went to grab a plate but once again realized she was still holding her shoes in her hand. She frowned slightly, looking down at the ridiculous heels. She looked up again and glanced around. She wanted to just chunk them across the room, or maybe into the trash, or toss them across the room into the trash. No no, that would be seen as rude. Instead she just opted to hide them under the table. There. Out of sight and out of mind. Now for more important matters. Food.

She grabbed a plate and napkin and then began making one hell of a sandwich. It had a bit of everything. One would most certainly do a double take and immediately wonder where all that food went. I mean look at her. She's so skinny. Maybe using sarcasm is the secret to a fast metabolism. Who knows. Once Alexandra had stockpiled food onto her plate and grabbed herself a glass of whatever was offered, she plopped herself down at the nearest seat. She wasted no time wolfing down her food as she listened to The Dice resume the orientation.

However, she paused her food inhalation as Eve's voice grew noticeably dire. She looked over at the woman, watching as the Emendator's once stoic façade broke to show the true raw emotions that were just below the surface. Loss. Alexandra knew all to well about loss. Her parents had been murdered by a couple of Yagababa, leaving her an orphan in an ever dangerous Soulless infested world. She swallowed the food in her mouth. Her lips thinned as she watched Eve dredge through the painful memories to continue the lesson. She felt she understood the woman better now. Loss could change a person. Yet the woman also held such strength in the face of adversary, and Alexandra respected her more for it.

She placed her plate with her nearly finished meal aside to listen wholeheartedly to The Dice. A wide range of thoughts and emotions could be read plainly on her face as she listened with her head tilted slightly to the side. There was intrigue, confusion, surprise, anticipation, and more. It all seemed to spin and churn within her in a crude mixture. Yet, in the end, one feeling could be felt above the rest. She felt a sense of purpose. She felt herself sitting up straighter, her eyes lit up with anticipation.

Alexandra nodded her head in understanding as Eve wrapped up this part of the orientation. A devilish smirk came to her features when she was told who she would be paired with. Oh, sweet father of giants, you better prepare yourself. She stood up, grabbing her plate to throw it away. She walked past Gilbert along her way, a smirk still plastered to her face. "It looks like you are stuck vith me nov," she teased, wagging her brows at him. She then let out a small chuckle as she moved past him.

Just then, a crackle of thunder reverberated through the air, startling her. She let out a gasp, dropping her plate of leftovers on the ground as she whipped around wide eyed. Her gaze went to Eve then Gilbert then Andromeda. Weather manipulator? "Come again?" she stated.

What Are You Listening To?

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Thalken Talink

A man with a grudge and a case
A man with intent on his face

- "Don't Get In My Way" by Zack Hemsey

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Location: Gate to the Tent City
Skills: N/A

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After the words left Thalken's lips, his muscles instinctively tensed again. He was expecting an altercation to occur following his brazen admission as to who he was and who he was here for. Yet, for the second time the guards did not jump him like he expected they would. In fact, they seemed relatively at ease, albeit a bit annoyed, but at ease nonetheless. It would seem that he was the nervous one here. Gosh, what was getting into him? He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this on edge. Even during the attack on Almack's he hadn't felt such anxious energy coursing through his veins. Though he supposed he was mostly in his element in the heat of battle that night, but this, preparing to surrender himself, was totally out of his comfort zone. He would take fighting hordes of Soulless over this any day.

His already intense gaze only seemed to intensify further as the guards exchanged words with another guard nearby, a guard he hadn't known was even there. His dark eyes did a quick sweep of the area, wondering how many more guards were hiding in the shadows. He felt vulnerable in his current position, out in the open like this. He felt a bead of sweat drip down the back of his neck. God dammit, hold it together Thalken! He forced his expression to go blank as the guards looked him over before finally addressing him again.

For a moment, he just stood there, washed in tension and almost unresponsive to their words. He blinked. Had he heard them correctly? They were going to turn him away just like that? His nostrils flared slightly, and his body finally seemed to regain mobility. He moved just enough to cross his arms over his chest and to arch a brow at them. "I didn't come out all this way just to be turned away," he stated stubbornly, before his voice took on a bit of an edge. "And don't take me for a fool, I know the Lady Crypt is here to see Dame Mary Hale."

Darke Magyk - A Magykal RP with a Medieval Feel

@Morose Am I interested? Hmmm, I don't know. DUH!! XP
I better get to finishing up my characters. I am sticking with my psychopathic warlock Malekith and my newer creation of Lyra a badass warrior lady-in-waiting. :3

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

You think I'm crazy, you think I'm gone
So what if I'm crazy? All the best people are

- "Mad Hatter" by Melanie Martinez

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Location: Ville au Camp - Main House (Front Porch) --> Kitchen House
Skills: N/A

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Alexandra honestly found the whole tour thing a tad boring. I mean, in comparison to the prospect of exploring newfound powers that could make even shapeshifting seem like nothing, this was downright snore-worthy. She found herself feeling more jittery by the minute. She was in desperate need for a better stimulus than what just walking around and looking at stuff could provide. The adventurous and thrill seeking side of her was itching for a release. Perhaps though in the moment it was more than just boredom. Perhaps it was that the idleness of it all made it easier for her to feel the nerves that were coursing through her veins. The very nerves she instinctively tried to deal with by using sarcasm like it was a slapped on bandage. In the end, the wound was out of sight but certainly not out of mind.

She hardly realized that her mind had drifted off until The Hat's voice pervaded her haze. "Hmmm," she murmured. "Oh?" They were moving along now? Oh, thank God. She followed along with the group back outside, hastening her steps slightly to return to the forefront of the group. Her brows furrowed as Gilbert uttered some foreign concept. "Gerr-aje?" she tried to pronunce the strange word. Her brows relaxed once more and her eyes lit up with a look of understanding when he finally explained it was the modernday equivalent to a carriage house. Interesting. She vaguely wondered though what a car was and why it needed a hole.

Her dark brown eyes gazed over at the old oak tree that she apparently came through, from her old life into this new strange one. How did one think a tree in its natural state was a good mode of transportation? The world may never know. Her mind quickly moved on to the next thing that caught her attention. Weaponry practice?! Oh hell yes! In her previous life she had been quite the fan of training. She glanced over at Bart as he spoke up and then back at Gilbert, her eyes widening. "Ooooh, vhat are ve going to fight? Golgravtiz? Yagababa? Oh please be a Yagababa. I love a good Smert' and mortar cracking to turn that witch into dust," she exclaimed eagerly, a devilish grin coming to her features. Her questions hung in the air as they entered the Kitchen House for what would be round two of the Q&A.

Current Mood in One Gif

>TFW you do something you've been meaning to do for awhile now, and you do it spectacularly

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Thalken Talink

A man with a grudge and a case
A man with intent on his face

- "Don't Get In My Way" by Zack Hemsey

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Location: Gate to the Tent City
Skills: City Knowledge (London)

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As Thalken neared the gate to the Tent City, two guards materialized into his view. His muscles tensed, half expecting them to jump him upon sight. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of Dao, yet he caught himself at the last second, hand hovering just above it. He took a deep breath, up through his nose and back out through his mouth, in an attempt to calm himself. His fingers flexed above the hilt of his weapon before he let his hand fall back down to his side. He needed to get a grip on his nerves before he did something foolish. Oh wait. It was too late for that. He was one man walking into what was basically the encampment of the Talink's "enemy." Talk about stupid. Though, a part of him hoped that the bold action in and of itself would speak volumes. One could only hope.

He approached the two guards at their post. He needed to act natural. How in the hell did he do that?! The corner of his lips pulled up in his sad attempt at looking less--threatening. Yet the guards' words, no matter the presentation, caused the smirk to slips from Thalken's trained façade. His eyes darkened the slightest bit, and a small tic formed in the muscles of his face as his jaw clenched. Words, Thalken. Use words.

"The name's Thalken Talink," he finally stated matter-of-factly, his chin lifting slightly. "I'm certain the Lady Crypt has been expecting me."

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

Make me, make me impressed
Make me, make me obsessed

- "Pretty Little Psycho" by Porcelain Black

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Location: Ville au Camp - Main House (Sitting Room --> Front Porch)
Skills: N/A

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Alexandra lowered her hands to clasp them together just below her chin in an almost begging like fashion. Her dark eyes sparkled with lively energy as she eagerly watched The Hat continue his little show. She looked on in seeming awe as he changed back into his original form, the form she much preferred. It was the form of the Sweet Father of Giants, as she had called him earlier on a whim. And oh would she wear him thin with that nickname and just for the heck of it. The notion that anything could possibly be prettier, his words not hers, than his original form elicited a snort from her. "Pfft, as if. Prove it, hot shot," she jabbed sarcastically.

When a note of seriousness came to his features, her wide grin faded and her hands dropped back down to her sides. Buzzkill. She absentmindedly tapped her barefoot on the floor as he talked about giving a tour of the house and the grounds. Boring. Yet his parting comment captured her interest once more. Her brows raised, and she instantly perked up.

She was about to sprint after him when something Evelina said caught her attention in particular. Questions will be answered at the end--no no, not that. No, it was something about remain or leave and die. Well that was stupid. Why on earth would she leave when she had just been blessed with life again?! Nope. She was staying. They would have to foricbly remove her otherwise, which could happen. Who knows. After all, not everyone could put up with her, but as far as she was concerned, that was their problem, not hers.

Alexandra glanced around at the others in the room, who were now mingling and engaging in small talk. She shrugged and decided just to follow after The Hat and get this tour started. She practically sprinted out the room. And then two seconds later she ran back in, grabbed her forgotten shoes, and ran back out. "Okay, sweet father of giants, let's get this shov on the road," she exclaimed upon catching up to Gilbert out on the front porch. She threw a smile in his direction before gazing out at the landscape with a small sigh.

As soon as the other Paradoxes assembled out on the front porch, the show fortunately did get on the road. She followed along, taking everything in despite it not being particularly interesting. Sure, the house had a bit of homely charm to it, but it was just a house nonetheless. It would serve its purpose of providing shelter, but she didn't plan on spending all her time inside these walls.

Strange New Waters - Concluded

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Location: Deck of the Bellona – Port of Tortuga



- "King of Pain" by Valerie Broussard

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A voice, or voices, pierced through the haze that Edgard seemed to be in. His once stormy blue eyes, which had all but been reduced to a more sullen blue, snapped upward to view a woman floating above the ship he was boarded on. His eyes widened in alarm, and his hand instinctively flew to the hilt of his cutlass. "What the bloody hell--" he exclaimed. The women's words made little sense to him, let alone did they truly mean anything to him. Yet the item clutched in her slender hand did in fact catch his eye. For a moment, just a moment, he forgot the stitch within his heart, that pain that only finding Alisanne alive and well could mend. His mind recounted the mission he had been sent on. No, not the one to kill Édouard, but the other one. The mission that his dearly beloved fiancée had requisitioned him for. The mission to find the cursed flask. Could that be it in the woman's hand? He had been told that it possessed great power, which would explain the woman's uncanny ability to fly.

But Edgard had little time to ponder such things, as the woman suddenly and carelessly cast down the precious treasure that so many men had fought and died for. "NOOO!!!" he shouted as he lurched forward. Everything that followed seemed to take place in slow motion. Before he could ever dare manage to catch it, the flask hit the deck to shatter into a million pieces, and then--chaos. The deck cracked and splintered, and the ocean swept in to swallow the ship whole. He was pulled under the waves for several precious moments before he was finally able to resurface again. He coughed up water and gasped for air as he franticly treaded water. He grabbed ahold of a piece of debris as the tumultuous waves pushed it towards him. His gaze then looked around sharply to take in the extent of the damage.

He was surrounded by broken pieces of wood from what was once the Bellona. As his gaze swept over the carnage, something, or rather someone, in particular caught his attention. His veins, which were once filled with Blood and Fire, just then went truly ice cold. Among the wreckage was the lifeless body of his dear sweet fiancée Alisanne. "No," he choked out, before his voice turned into a shout that quivered with emotional pain. "NOO!!!" He pushed away from the piece of debris he had been clinging to and desperately swam to where Alisanne's body floated. He grasped ahold of her body, his fingers curling around her sopping clothes. He then reached up a shaky hand to gingerly touch her face. Her skin was still warm to the touch, but nevertheless, all life was gone from her, as her eyes were open and glassed over. "Please--please come back to me. You're all I ever cared about in this world," he cried in despair. He caressed her face as a single tear slipped down his cheek.

He didn't know how long he clung to her as he attempted to keep his head above water. All he knew was that he was quickly growing weary. With what strength, physical and emotional, he had he began to drag Alisanne's body back to shore. He slowly attempted to navigate around the various pieces of debris with her dead weight in tow. He clenched his teeth from the effort as he determinedly swam along. He was successful--at first. It would seem that fate had no feelings for a man such as Edgard, but could you blame it? As he swam down and around a gigantic piece of debris that had once been one of the ship's masts, his clothes caught on the splintered wood and a large wave then pushed him under. His limbs flailed around in an attempt to dislodge himself, while foolishly still trying to hold onto Alisanne, but the effort only served to deplete what little precious oxygen he had left in his lungs. Soon enough he was as dead as his dearly departed fiancée, his body sinking into the same watery abyss that had taken her.

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Location: The Misty Mire - Port of Tortuga



- "Demons" by Brian McFadden

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Color drained from Sirena's face as the crushing weight of reality quickly came crashing down on her. The woman's words cut deep, yes, but not as deep as the sinking realization that she was now stuck in this form between life and death--forevermore. She had surely dug herself a grave, a grave that she could not crawl back out of. Not even death could save her now. "No, wait," she called out to Millicent, to Hecate, to whomever the woman truly was now. Yet it was clear as day that Sirena would be receiving no aid from the woman. No aid at all.

Her saddened blue eyed gaze turned to Édouard. She felt so helpless right then, not the powerful, alluring woman she had once been. It was a feeling she had hoped to have buried years ago, a feeling she had sworn never to feel again, especially not in the face of a man. But it was like the years had rewound and old wounds had been opened for all to see. She felt weak, tainted, like she was nothing. And it didn't take a language in common to see that Édouard felt the same just then. It was a low blow to her already wounded psyche.

Sirena's bottom lip quivered slightly as she watched Édouard disappear into the nearby forest, leaving her alone and thoroughly wounded. She eventually looked forward once more, in the direction that everyone had gone off to. She stumbled forward weakly, only to end up falling onto her knees. A sob was ripped from her incorporeal lungs as her eyes welled up with tears. She had lost everything. Her life. Her friends. Her sanity. But most importantly, her freedom. It was her biggest fear come true. And in this instance, it was all irreplaceable. "No. No no no," she cried out. "NOOO!!!"

Current Mood in One Gif

>TFW a RP update leaves you reeling

@Morose deserves a round of applause for that awesome update
>My mind is blown and my heart is palpitating right now XD