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🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Thalken Talink

You haven't even seen my bad side yet.

- "My Name (Wearing Me Out)" by Shinedown

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Location: Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park)
Skills: None currently

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Thalken didn't even bother to hold back a groan when he heard someone call him back yet again and call him by a name that wasn't his yet again. When he turned around to face Constantin head on, this time around he kept his composure, and by composure I mean he glared at the man. You know, the usual."Thalken. My name is Thalken," he retorted gruffly. "Now, what do you want?"

He crossed his arms over his chest as his dark eyes narrowed on the man. It was clear as day that Constantin didn't like him, and as far as Thalken was concerned, the feeling was mutual. Sure, he did vomit all over the man, but kicking him in the stomach hard to enough to catapult several feet away and to cause him to--yeah, he wasn't going to finish that thought. The memory was just too fresh and cringeworthy. Now, the point of the matter was that for his "suffering" Constantin owed him big time. Yes, he was quite possibly going to be that petty.

But for now, he supposed he would answer all of these stupid questions that he kept being bombarded with for some unknown reason. Green flag with a stag? He rolled his eyes at the question. "It's one of the flags for the city of Nottingham," he replied a bit tersely. "Now, what are all these stupid questions even about? Are you searching for someone?" Not that I really care, he thought but decided to leave that part out. Perhaps though the fact that he was even questioning any of it all, let alone obliging their requests, said deep down a small part of him did care. Nah, probably not.

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Fyror Kildragon

Integrity is doing the right thing
even when no one is watching.

- C.S. Lewis

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Location: Preston, England
Skills: Leadership

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Fyror's gaze softened further at Colette's response, and he managed to give her a small reassuring smile. "It's alright. No harm done. It was food for thought, really," he murmured in response, before glancing out the window at the passing scenery. At this time, they were finally nearing the port town of Preston.

He looked back over at Colette, his brows furrowing and a frown tugging down at his features. He shook his head. "A man shouldn't have to have a reason to treat a woman with respect," he replied. He, of course, earnestly and wholeheartedly believed in what he said, and he tried his upmost to live up to those standards. Granted, he also wasn't naïve enough to believe that every man thought the same way or tried to live in the same manner. Lord Rutherford was proof enough that that was not the case. A part of him wondered if Miss Fontaine had encountered such ungentlemanly men, and if she had, well, he honestly felt sorry on their behalves. At the end of the day, he was raised to treat women with respect, no matter what their social standing was.

Fyror looked back out the window as he felt the carriage come to a grinding halt. His lips thinned slightly at seeing how cram packed Preston was, and he silently prayed that it wouldn't cause them much delay. He looked back over at Colette, nodding his head in agreement. He was about to get up to open the door for her and help her out of the carriage, but the woman was already two steps ahead of him. He looked down in an attempt to hide the small, amused smile that came to his features. He had to admit that he admired an independent woman. Perhaps that was why he had felt a fondness for Ms. Wyndham in the first place. She had seemed so strong-willed and independent, at least perhaps until now. What had Lord Rutherford done to her to cause her to lose her fire?

The smile quickly slipped from Fyror's features as he exited the carriage, and it was replaced by the sternness of a man on a mission. And that he was, a man on a mission. His perceptive gaze took everything in with a quick sweeping glance before looking back at Colette. He nodded his head and then gestured for her to follow him. "Come along, Miss Fontaine. Let's make haste for the harbor. The sooner we can acquire a ship, the sooner we can hope to catch up to Lord Rutherford and Miss Wyndham," he exclaimed. He then began to weave through the crowds, He eventually decided to offer Colette his arm for fear of losing her in the hustle and bustle of the port.

Current Mood in One Gif

>Me trying to run from the onslaught of new characters ideas that I don't have enough time to RP

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

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Location: Ville au Camp - Near the Oak Tree (Refreshments Table)
Skills: N/A

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"Bring it," Alexandra replied sassily to Faith's comment with a slight overdramatic wag of her head. Her earlier grin turned into more of a smirk, and yet there was still a lighthearted glint to her dark brown eyes that distinguished her exclamation as sarcasm rather than an actual invitation for a brawl. She took on a more laidback stance from there, rocking back on her heels with one arm rested on her hip and the other relaxed by her side. Her gaze slowly took in the others gathered around her with an expression that seemed one part inquisitive and one part bored.

She turned her attention back to Gilbert as he spoke up. Her head tilted a bit to the side, and her brows furrowed at his initial words. As she soon realized that he was in fact admonishing them, albeit in a quite eloquently spoken format, her brows shot up. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand as the corners of her lips began to pull up into an amused grin. She trained her expression into something that at the least made it seem like she was taking him seriously. Once she managed to retain a straight face, she let her hand fall back down to her side. She nodded her head in seeming understanding and took the packaged Twinkie from him. Her gaze then came up to meet Gilbert's. "Vov, for a minute there I actually thought you vere going to burst into song," she stated as seriously as she could manage, before her façade finally cracked altogether and she began chuckling. "Ve veren't being serious. It's called sarcasm, Gilbert. You vould think a man as old as you vould have heard of it." She punctuated her sarcastic jab with a playful wink.

Alexandra turned around to face the refreshments table again, smiling softly at Bart and the newcomer Belladonna as she did so. However, as she looked down at the Twinkie nestled in her hands and the other desserts laid out before her, her smile faded and a slight tension came to her brows. She couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what it was, but the realization, this nagging sensation if you will, that something just felt off with her hit her all of a sudden. Whatever it was, it didn't really make her feel like eating anymore. She let out a sigh and turned to face the crowd again as she fiddled with the Twinkie in her hands.

Current Mood in One Gif

>TMW your goats try to convince you or someone else that they haven't already eaten or that they're absolutely "starving"

>My neighbor's reaction:

*gives the poor "starving" goats more food*

>My reaction:

In other words, I don't listen to tyrants. *mic drop*

Darke Magyk - Concluded

@Morose My CS is edited now. Thanks! :D

Darke Magyk - Concluded

@Morose Okay, I edited in what I needed to. I chose the Land of Long Nights for Lyra's culture and then the Warrior path with specifically the Knight/Dame role.

What Are You Listening To?

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Location: The Palace Lawn

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Out of the corner of her eye, Lyra caught the look of pure, unadulterated wonder that took over Asha's features, and she couldn't quite help but to take a quick glance over at the woman to get a better look. A soft smile graced her lips before her attention returned to the apparently real, live dragon, a Tyme dragon to use Asha's words. She didn't know what a Tyme dragon, but considering Asha's awestruck reaction, she could only assume it was something truly rare. The fact that Asha and Arya didn't seem overly concerned or alarmed by the appearance of this admittedly majestic beast put her mind a bit at ease. That is not to say however that she was going to fully let her guard down. She would be a fool to not have a healthy respect, and perhaps fear, of the undoubtedly powerful dragon.

She tensed slightly as the young ExtraOrdinary Apprentice unabashedly walked right up to the dragon and its rider. Did he honestly even know what he was doing? She doubted it if his slightly terse words to them were any indication. Her lips thinned as she watched and waited with helpless apprehension to see how the newcomers would take Atkin's none too friendly words. She let out a small breath that she hadn't realized that she had been holding when they seemed to take it decently. Wait. Did that dragon just talk?! Her eyes widened and her mouth fell agape when the dragon's body then began to shimmer and crackle before shrinking down into the form of a human. Wow, just wow. She glanced back over at Asha for a moment. As she began to relax, she was finally able to understand and share some of the wizard's amazement. When it came to the Tyme dragon, there was certainly more than meets the eye. She was indeed curious about it and interested in learning more, but she knew that now was definitely not the time for that.

Lyra blinked when the woman, who mind you had just been a dragon, stated that her and her apparent husband were here looking for their child. She tilted her head to the side slightly, brows furrowing. It couldn't possibly be just an uncanny coincidence that the same day she had found a dragon egg a real live mother dragon shows up. She took a step forward, fully intending on sending the parents in the right direction. It was really no question in her mind. Dragon or not, it was still a child, and a child needed its parents. She wasn't selfish enough, or stupid enough for that matter, to keep the egg for herself. Whatever value it had wasn't hers to be had. She sheathed her sword and closed the remaining distance between her and the dragon people. As she came to a stop in front of them, she then promptly curtsied deeply. "Lady Maehers and Lord Laine, my name is Lyra Lauerk, the lady-in-waiting to Princess--excuse me, Queen Valda. It is an honor to welcome you to The Palace of the Small Wet Country Across the Sea," she greeted them politely before getting straight to the point. "If I may be so bold, I believe I know this child you are speaking of. Earlier this morning, I found a dragon egg. Please allow me to take you to him or her. I do not wish to keep you from your child."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Thalken Talink

It's hard to have a heart when
you've stopped so many others.

- K. M. Howell

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Location: Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park)
Skills: None currently

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Thalken's dark eyes widened at Vladimir's sudden outburst. So, his information had been--helpful? So it would seem apparently. Yet, in that ever brooding mind of his, he couldn't possibly understand how helpful he had actually been, in that moment, by answering a seemingly simple question. He couldn't believe it really, that he could have rectified a situation, put minds at ease, perhaps even helped save a life. It just didn't seem to be in his forte, no matter how hard he tried and no matter how much he wanted it to be true. So it went, this seemingly never ending dilemma of his. Yet, perhaps it would seem, that he did the most good when he was trying the least to prove himself.

Now, with all this in mind, it most certainly came as a big shock to him when Vladimir actually thanked him. I mean who does that?! Crazy people! He went a bit slack-jawed as he stared at the man as if he had just grown a second head. He would ignore for the moment that he kept being called by the name Talink that he no longer wanted to be associated with. He was just otherwise too engaged in his current state of astonishment to make some snide remark on it. "Uh, you're welcome?" he said as a bit more of a question rather than a statement. He blinked as the man straightened his top hat before rapidly departing, thus leaving Thalken behind in his current state of shock.

He finally glanced over at the other man, Constantin, who had come over with The Great Bazhooli. He ended up doing a doubletake, and his face paled slightly as he recognized the man from the night before. The Russian man had been the unfortunate victim of Thalken's vomit volcano. Oh crap, he thought, before paling even more at the irony of that thought. GAH! God dammit!! He quickly spun on his heels and marched off in the opposite direction.

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Fyror Kildragon

Good people are like candles;
They burn themselves up to give others light.

- Turkish Proverb

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Location: Manchester, England ⇢ En route to Preston
Skills: Country knowledge (England)

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Fyror was an ever intent listener as the Mademoiselle Fontaine spoke, telling him of how she ended up here in England. His gaze, which was visibly softer albeit a tad bit weary, took in her features. Despite the way her face seemed to light up when she talked about the topic at hand, there was something to the depths of her brown eyes that belied stress, and perhaps something else he couldn't quite pinpoint. His lips thinned slightly. Was his own anxiety rubbing off on her, causing her undue stress? That wasn't at all his intention. He just--well, he wasn't very good at turning off his emotions, or his heart, which often seemed to care to the point of breaking. But was that even possible, to care too much? Perhaps for his own sanity it was.

He blinked, slightly baffled when she said that she had come to England practically by herself. And yet, he also couldn't help but be reminded of a certain someone, a woman who preferred the clothes of men to the ways of women, who would have done something as "scandalous" as going somewhere without a chaperone. He mentally shook his head to prevent the melancholy from creeping in at the loss of Ms. Crane. No, he hadn't in fact known her as well as he would've liked, but nevertheless, as far as he was concerned, any life lost was a tradegy. He sort of came back to his senses when Colette inquired of what he was doing in England. "Well, uh, I sort of live here," Fyror stated the corner of his lips quirking up slightly in amusement. He cleared his throat and quickly retrained his expression to something more neutral. "My family has lived in Colchester Garrison since I was seven years of age. My father is a colonel in the British infantry, you see. We would spend most of the year at the garrison, only really coming into London for the social gatherings of the Season. I did however spend ten years training in Japan," Fyror continued on, as if the slip of humor had never even occurred.

As their carriage continued on its path to Preston, the roads became increasingly bumpy. He grabbed the edge of the seat with one hand and pressed the other up against the side of the carriage to steady himself. He shook his head lightly. This wouldn't end well if the carriage were to break down, stranding them miles from the nearest checkpoint and God forbid even further behind Lord Rutherford and Ms. Wyndham. He glanced out the window at the passing scenery before looking back over at Colette as she asked another question. He blinked at hearing her particular question of choice. He looked a little flustered as he looked away in a failed attempt to hide that before mentioned fact. The way she worded the question made it sound as if she was asking how they first met, yet he wasn't foolish enough to not realize that she was wondering about something more than that. She wanted to know what Millicent meant to him. Honestly though, he couldn't answer that question, as he didn't truly know himself. All he knew was that he couldn't just stand back and do nothing while she suffered.

Fyror hesitantly forced himself to look back at Colette. His one good eye was filled with uncertainty. "I...I honestly don't know how to properly answer that question other than that Ms. Wyndham and I spent a few fleeting moments together," he replied earnestly.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

Dessert is like a feel-good song
and the best ones make you dance.

- Chef Edward Lee

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Location: Ville au Camp - Near the Oak Tree (Refreshments Table)
Skills: N/A

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Alexandra let out a deep, contented sigh as she continued to eat through the more or less stockpile of sweets she had at her disposal. And by disposal I mean it will go straight down the hatch. Needless to say, she had finally found her happy place. Good food and good company could certainly do a woman good. She glanced back over at James and gave him an awkward smile, awkward in that her cheeks were practically full much like a chipmunk storing nuts. Yet if she thought she was in paradise now, it was about to get ten times better when a certain someone finally graced them with his presence again. For a moment she looked like a deer caught in headlights, or rather a chipmunk caught in headlights, as she stood there wide-eyed and full cheeked. However, once she finally swallowed her food, she pulled herself out of her momentary daze enough to return his infectious smile.

As Gilbert's smile turned into a grin, she couldn't help but grin too. Her brown eyes followed him as he crouched down and rifled through the bottom shelf of the cart that was piled with savory goodness. She leaned over slightly, curious as to what he was looking for. After a few moments, he finally stood back up and handed her and James--another dessert? What did he do, hide the really good stuff down there? Not cool man, not cool. She looked back up at him and arched a brow in an almost sassy manner. She opened her mouth and was about to make some kind of sarcastic jab when James's exclamation rang out. She jumped and turned wide-eyed to look at him. Her brows furrowed slightly when his words finally registered with her. "Vhat on God's earth is a Twinkie?" she inquired, but nevertheless appreciatively took the foreign dessert that was offered to her.

She rolled it over a few times in her hands before opening it up. The smell of it wafted to her nose and made her mouth water. She glanced back up and over at James at his next statement. She gave him a small smile and raised her twinkie to him like it was a glass of alochol. "Bottoms up then," she exlaimed before taking a big bite of the dessert. Her eyes immediately widened as the sweet taste of it filled her mouth. "Mmmmm mhm mhm mhmmmhmm," she moaned. She did a little jig as she polished it off in the next two bites. She then turned to face Gilbert, pointing at him. "Mark my vords hat man, I vill raid your stash of Twinkies," she declared.