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🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

Failure is not a crime. The crime is not trying.

- Ron Dellums

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Location: Ville au Camp (The Grounds) - Carnival Setup
Skills: Perception

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Alexandra gripped the railing, her knuckles turning white as she saw Jonesy slip. "Nooo!" she screamed in horror. Her breath left her and her heart skipped a beat as she saw another man, who she hadn't noticed on the ferris wheel before, daringly leap out to catch the man. Her breath came back in sharply when he caught the man and managed to grip a metal beam with his free hand at the same time. Now she had two dangling people to rescue. She was unsure if her ability could work on two people. She certainly hoped it would.

"Hold on!" she called out to them, before rolling her eyes at herself. "Well, duh. Of course, you are." She shook her head. She needed to focus. She took in a deep breath, before opening herself up to her ability again. However, her concentration was quickly broken as the whole ferris wheel began to shake. "Holy hell on a wheel," she exclaimed, alarm flashing through her dark eyes. The thing was going to come down. The realization dawned on her a moment before everything started to cave in on itself and a moment before she could even think to use her ability to at least save herself.

It was an odd feeling, the wind biting at your skin as you fall to your death. Alexandra closed her eyes, a tear slipping across her cheek. She had only just gotten her life back and yet it was about to be taken from her once more. It was a cruel fate indeed. Yet, she suddenly felt something shift before she hit the ground much lighter than she had anticipated. Her eyes fluttered open, and she let out a sound that was part relief and part a strangled cry. She took in several shuttering breaths as she sat up from where she was on the ground. She was alive. But, what about-- She quickly glanced around and saw to her relief that Ben and Jonesy and everyone else appeared to be safe and sound. They were all alive, but how? She looked up, her eyes widening at the sight of the ferris wheel frozen in place before it safely crumpled in on itself. She looked around, searching the crowd in order to try to figure out whose ability managed such a feat.

That was when her gaze landed on the trailer marked "Management," and in the doorway, she saw the skinny albino woman. Had she done this? Had she saved them? She noted the look of seeming annoyance on the woman's face before she disappeared once more into the trailer. Alexandra's gaze came up and over sharply as she heard Sophia. She smiled softly at the woman and took her hand, letting the woman help her to her feet. She glanced over at Bart, before she turned to Ben and offered him a hand up. "That was quite the impressive move up there."

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Madam Mauve

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Location: Shadowell Manor - Music Room (Couch)
Skills: Wisdom
Hit Points: 3
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Mauve tensed and leaned away slightly as the raven on the Master's shoulder began to loudly shriek and flap its wings. She eyed it carefully, ignoring the four unmasked strangers present in the room until she was certain that the rat with wings wasn't about to claw her eyes out. As the man's hand came out to successfully soothe the bird, she finally started to relax back into her seat. Her dark blue eyes flitted to the side to meet Master Plum's icy eyes as he spoke to her once more.

Her lips tightened, and she cocked her head a bit to the side as her eyes narrowed. Her gaze flickered between the raven and the man. The corner of her lips twitched underneath her mask. She then leaned in towards him like she had a secret to tell him. "It was endearing for like half a second, now it's just freaking annoying," she hissed under her breath, her gaze then turned sharply to look at that damn bird. "Now cut the crap, or the bird gets it!!" However, she didn't wait for a response, instead electing to lunge for the bird. She was intent upon grabbing it and tossing it into the fire where it belonged.

Current Mood in One Gif

>Words I wished were true sometimes...

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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- Unknown

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Location: The Castle - Attic (Outside steps ⇢ Inside)

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Just as Lyra's hand reached for the doorknob, she heard the creak of the stairs behind her, followed by an annoyingly familiar voice. Her superior Amarantha's voice rang out, demanding to know the whereabouts of Lyra's charge Queen Valda. She let her hand fall back down to her side, and she took in a breath to calm her nerves and the simmering aggravation that the woman's presence always seemed to elicit from her these days. The thing was, no matter how hard she tried and no matter how much she put her life out on the line for queen and country, she knew that she would never be good enough in Amarantha's eyes. That's not to say that she wished to impress the woman. It was more that for the sake of job security and her sanity she wanted to be viewed as something more akin to an equal, someone worthy of the woman's respect. She supposed that that was probably too much to ask of the woman though.

She pivoted on her heels to face the woman as she mentally steeled herself. She gave the woman a polite, albeit tight, smile. "The Queen's through here," she replied, gesturing towards the door leading into the attic. Or by the gods she better be, she thought to herself as she turned back around, her hand once more reaching for the doorknob. Her hand paused on it as she heard someone else coming up the stairs. She looked back over her shoulder, her braided hair falling off to the side. Her gaze took in the newcomer, one of Amarantha's lackeys most likely. As the man winked at her and flashed her a mischievous grin, she sort of just stared at him with this deadpan expression for a few drawn out seconds. As Amarantha garnered the man's attention, Lyra relinquished her gaze and finally made her way into the attic. She had barely made it into the room when Amarantha suddenly barged inside, causing her to have to quickly jump aside lest she get run over.

Lyra's lips tightened and annoyance flashed in her eyes as she stared at the ground for a moment. She took in a deep, calming breath, before her gaze came up in order to take in what was happening in the room. Her gaze flitted around the room, taking in its state of disarray, before landing on Queen Valda, Princess Luna, and finally Prince Myrus. Her pale brows creased as she took in his current state. There was such fear and panic in his eyes, and it tugged at her heart strings. "Stay back," she stated to Valda and Luna as she walked over to Myrus, seemingly unperturbed by the red glow of his hands. She approached him slowly before crouching down to where she was eyelevel with him. "Myrus," she spoke to him, her voice gentle but not patronizingly so. "Listen to me. I think you're trying too hard. Instead of focusing on containing your powers, focus on something else, something positive. Pick a moment in time, one of your fondest memories, and focus on that. Remember each and every detail. The people there. The words that were said. The sights, the sounds, even the smells in the air. More importantly, focus on how good it made you feel in that moment."

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- Polish Proverb

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Location: The Castle - Infirmary (Inside ⇢ Outside)

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Tristan's gaze turned sharply as there was a loud crash, the teacup having slipped from the Physik woman's hands to bust into pieces when it hit the hard ground. His blue eyes came up in time to meet Skaoi's terror filled gaze. He didn't have time to place the meaning behind the emotion he saw when Amarantha's voice and movement garnered his immediate attention. His eyes widened slightly as he looked up at her, and he involuntarily gulped when she grabbed onto his foot. He couldn't help but feel unnerved by the woman, and the flash of her eyes only solidified that feeling. He opened his mouth in order to answer her question, but he couldn't seem to form words. By some miracle though, something distracted her enough to make her leave the infirmary. He let out a breath once she was gone.

His attention was then diverted to the other Physik woman, Becky. He blinked as he got more or less chewed out for his earlier behavior. It instantly reminded him of basically everyday with Fyror. Fyror. His face fell. He gave a curt nod of his head, his lips thinning as he then stared down at the ground. He heard the woman's words, but it was as if they had come from the voice of another. He could hear the words coming from the voice of his now dead best friend. It was something Fyror would've said to him, a hard lesson he no doubt deserved. He closed his eyes as he took in a shaky breath. He then suddenly got up and left the now stifling room without another word.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Fyror Kildragon

There is no better test of a man's integrity
than his behavior when he is wrong.

- Marvin Williams

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Location: La Canela Ship (E15 ⇢ F15)
Skills: Climbing

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Fyror's brows furrowed as Hazel's voice sounded far off. He looked up and blinked several times in confusion as he stared straight ahead at a blank space. Where was Hazel? Better yet, where was he? He looked over his shoulder, following the sound of her voice. What the hell? he thought to himself, his eyes widening in dismay as he saw her positioned on the completely other side of the mast. I went the wrong way?! How on earth does that even happen?! God, I must be losing my mind. He shook his head at his mindless, and dangerous, blunder. As much as he would have gladly contemplated how much of an idiot he was, he knew that right then was neither the time nor the place. After all, he was precariously balanced several feet up in the air with nothing but a crossbeam and a rope to prevent him from falling to his death. Yeah, now was definitely not the time.

He shook his head in exasperation at himself, before cautiously getting himself turned around on the relatively thin crossbeam. However, it was definitely easier said than done. He felt his heart leap into his throat as he slipped and fell just as he got himself facing the right direction. He grunted as his chest thwacked the wooden beam, and he quickly grasped the beam with his arms before he could plummet further downwards. He wasn't about to test to see if he had actually tied that rope around his waist well enough or if it could actually hold his weight had he tied it properly. I'm not dying today. He gritted his teeth as he heaved himself back onto the beam and uneventfully made the rest of the way across to the crow's nest. He let out a small breath of relief as his feet touched the deck of the crow's nest, but his relief would be short-lived, as he still had to make it safely across the crossbeam again but this time going in the correct direction. He untied the rope and retied it on the appropriate side, before preparing himself for Take Two.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

Failure is not a crime. The crime is not trying.

- Ron Dellums

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Location: Ville au Camp (Main House) - Carnival Setup
Skills: Travel, Russian

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Alexandra's pace slowed, before eventually coming to a halt as her gaze took everything in. Her dark eyes landed on the source of the sudden uproar, a man dangling precariously at a considerable height from a broken off piece of metal. Her breath left her in a small exhale. Her brows creased as her gaze then flitted around to take in the other circus folk running to and fro, understandably in a frenzied panic. She didn't know these people. She didn't what they were doing here or what their intentions were. However, she couldn't overlook a person in need. People could say or think whatever they wanted, and given her past behavior, she couldn't really blame them. But, mark her words, she wasn't coldhearted. Her gaze gravitated back to the man. It wasn't really a question in her mind that she would try to help him. The question was how?

She didn't have much time to ponder the matter when a voice sounded behind her. She jumped slightly, turning around to meet Gilbert's gaze. She blinked as she let the question and its implications fully sink in. Use her powers in front of strangers? Wouldn't that be considered drawing unnecessary attention to themselves? Then again, it was a request from an Emendator, so she had to trust his judgment. Besides, she could always use Mesmerize to make the people forget that they had seen something rather unexplainable. Her gaze turned back to the man in need and the contraption he was dangling from. She noted the height and positioning and how she would have to execute her skill in order to rescue the man and live to tell the tale. Her gaze finally returned to Gilbert with a glint of determination in the brown depths of her eyes. The corner of her lips pulled up into a smirk. "I suppose we vill find out, now von't we?" she remarked. She then turned away from him and walked towards Colossus with a certain confidence to her strides. She took in a deep focusing breath before focusing her gaze on the spot right next to Jonsey. She would have to grab ahold of the piece of metal the very moment she popped up there. Otherwise, well--SPLAT. She took in several steadying breaths, before channeling her power of Travel.

Alexandra suddenly winked out of existence and appeared again much higher up in the air. As soon as she felt herself materialize, she quickly grabbed ahold of the nearest object. However, she quickly realized that her aim must have been off as instead of having the feel of metal beneath her fingertips, she had a death grip on Jonesy's foot. "Проклятье!" she cursed in Russian. She abruptly looked up to someplace higher and more secure, before using Travel again. "Yes, much better!" she exclaimed as she felt a sturdy seat now below her feet, before she peered over the side of it. "Err, or maybe not." She was much higher now then she had expected, let alone planned. She was at the top of the machine actually. Dammit, she thought.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Madam Mauve

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Location: Shadowell Manor - Music Room (Doorway ⇢ Couch)
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Something seemed to change in the dark depths of Mauve's eyes, but it was hard to decipher exactly what passed her relatively stoic demeanor. Her head swiveled to look over her shoulder, her blue eyes watching as Miss Crème hastily darted out of the room. Her head tilted a bit to the side before her gaze came back to face Master Plum. "She is a flighty one, is she not?" she mused. She gave the man another once over as he spoke to her in cryptic rhymes again, before giving a small bow. He was indeed a strange one but not in any way that perturbed her in the slightest, seemingly unlike how Miss Crème and Prima Rave felt. No, he was more of a mystery to be unraveled to her.

Her eyes flitted to the side as she caught movement out of the corner of her eyes. Prima Rave seemed to have taken a sudden interest in the piano, but perhaps more interesting was Master Plum's sudden desire to vacate the piano bench. She watched as he made his way over to the couch instead, and the corners of her lips helplessly curled upwards as he silently invited her to join him. She quickly decided to take him up on the offer, elegantly strolling over to him. She took a seat on the couch, not too close to him but not too far either. It was a comfortable distance really.

She crossed her ankles and rested her hands in her lap. Her gaze then turned to meet his steadily. She found the color of his eyes striking, but their sunken nature less so. Her gaze then moved marginally to the side to take in the other set of eyes. Her lips thinned slightly underneath her mask. She could do without the raven. Her attention turned away sharply as she heard more people enter the Music Room. Her eyes settled on four unmasked men as they passed through the room. She presumed that they were the guests that had rang the doorbell not too long ago. Her eyes followed them for a moment, before returning to Master Plum.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Location: The Castle Grounds ⇢ Outside the Attic
Location: Perception

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As Lyra rounded the perimeter, she caught sight of the hooded figure making his/her escape down the road that lead to the Palace. The look of determination in her blue-green eyes darkened as her gaze locked onto the figure. She pushed her body harder and faster, her breaths coming in and out sharply as she went into full out pursuit. However, a glint of desperation soon flashed in her eyes, breaking her focus slightly, as she saw the figure make a beeline for Wizard Way. There was no way she could easily keep up with the person in the thick crowds. As much as she didn't want to admit defeat and as much as she wanted to avenge Tristan and Fyror right then and there, it wasn't lost on her that she had abandoned her post long enough already.

"Dammit," she hissed through gritted teeth as she came to a skidding halt. She watched a bit dejectedly as the figure continued on into Wizard Way. She took in a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment and giving a shake of her head. She let out a small sigh, before turning back around and heading back the way she had come. She needed to get back to her charge, the Queen, and let her know all that had happened. Maybe then they could go out and search for clues and witnesses, or she supposed appoint someone else to. She retraced her steps to the infirmary but continued on past it. The last she had seen Queen Valda the royal had been about to head up to the attic in search of Prince Myrus. So, that's where Lyra was headed. She soon made it to the stairs leading to the attic without a hitch.

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- Polish Proverb

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Location: Inside the Infirmary

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Tristan's eyes began to flutter closed the moment he rested his head back onto the bed. He vaguely felt the Physik woman grip him, but he effectively ignored her as his eyes were too heavy with exhaustion. However, what the woman did next was much harder to simply ignore. He felt a sharp prick in his hand, followed by too harsh slaps across the cheek and his nose being pinched closed. He suddenly bolted upright, jerking himself out of her grip. "Freakin' HELL!!" he loudly cursed, ending in a bit of a growl. Once the initial shock and pain wore off, his blue eyes turned to Skaoi to level her with an icy glare. He roughly shoved the tea cup aside. "You said to rest, so I was resting," he retorted through gritted teeth, ignoring her concern for the sake of remedying his pride, or at least what was left of it.

His gaze turned sharply at Amarantha's words, simmering slightly when his gaze met hers. He wasn't stupid enough to try his luck with the princess's body guard. He took a deep, hopefully calming, breath before speaking again. "Probably the ones who my kingdom are at war with, the Eastern SnowPlains," he answered her, trying his best to keep his voice from sounding patronizing. He pointed a thumb in Becky's direction at the other Physik woman's words. "There you go," he stated matter of fact, before he disgruntledly took the damn tea and drank some of it.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Fyror Kildragon

There is no better test of a man's integrity
than his behavior when he is wrong.

- Marvin Williams

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Location: La Canela Ship (F15 ⇢ E15)
Skills: Climbing

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Fyror followed Hazel's pointed finger to some rope tied to the mast itself. Glancing back over at her, he gave a nod of his head in understanding as she explained what to do with it. It gave him some relief that they at least wouldn't be doing this without some kind of safety measure set in place. Considering his mishap just getting up into the crow's nest, he didn't want to take any unnecessary chances. He grabbed the rope and wrapped it around his waist as securely as he could, before looking back over at her as she further explained things. "Got it," he replied with an affirmative nod of his head. His gaze followed her as she was already making her way over and up onto the crossbeam. The deep inhale before she walked out onto it was the first and only indication that she may actually be slightly unnerved by how high up they were.

He slowly walked across the crow's nest as he studied her carefully placed footsteps and movements and hoped to God he could replicate it decently enough. However, her suggestion to instead crawl across did indeed sound like a better, and more importantly safer, option to him. He took in a breath and gave the rope a tug to make sure it was secure before he stepped up onto the railing without a hitch. He then bent down to hug the wooden beam as Hazel had demonstrated and slowly began to crawl across it. He made his way out with ease, at least until he got to one of the rope ties. He gritted his teeth as he got a bit hung up in it but was fortunately able to free himself and continue on at an admittedly slower and more cautious pace this time around.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

Let your kindness be like the rain,
that cares not about whom it falls upon.

- Talib al Habib

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Location: Ville au Camp (Main House) - Front Porch ⇢ Carnival Setup
Skills: N/A

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Alexandra looked back over her shoulder at Bart, a broad smile coming to her features when he said that he would join her. She smiled warmly at him, before she faced forward again to gaze out at the sprawling grounds. She took in a deep breath of the fresh air in through her nose. Just then, the screech of metal followed by the screams of people broke through the tranquility. Her smile quickly faded, and her head whipped to the side, following the direction of the noise. It had come somewhere in the direction of the Kitchen House, beyond her current field of vision. She glanced back at Bart, a look of genuine concern in her eyes, before she practically leapt from the front porch. She took off at a sprint as soon as her feet hit the ground.

She ran as fast as she could manage without risking tripping and falling. She wouldn't be much help to anyone if she busted her butt before she even got there. She vaguely wished on the run over that she had some kind of weapon on her, just in case it was needed, you know. Then again, with hand-to-hand combat and mesmerize under her repertoire of trained skills, she supposed she didn't necessarily need one. It certainly wouldn't hurt though. She slowed her pace down to a walk, as an unexpected sight unfolded before her. It appeared as if a circus was setting up on the grounds. She would have been excited at the notion had it not been for the simple fact that strangers should not be within the loop. A feeling of wariness filled her as she slowed to a walk. Who were they, and why were they here? Better yet, where were the remaining Emendators? Did they know about this? Surely, they did. She hoped. She bit her lip as she briskly followed in behind Libby and Samson.