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🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Madam Mauve

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Location: Shadowell Manor - Billiards Room
Skills: Wisdom
Hit Points: 3
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Mauve paused her visual perusal of the room at the sound of what she knew this time around was in fact the front doorbell. She assumed that meant more guests, namely the ones who were actually invited to this event, had arrived. She brushed it off though, as once again outside factors mattered little to her at the moment. She slowly walked around one of the billiards table, lightly trailing her fingers across its surface. She finally came to a stop, leaning back against it. Her dark eyes brightened when they came up to see that Cobalt had decided to join her after all.

"Finally, some alone time," she remarked, pausing to glance over at the servant girl who was also occupying the room. "Well, save for one. But, regardless, it's better than we've had thus far."

She pushed away from the table to leisurely stroll over to him. "I'm going to be straight with you. Unlike the majority of this lot, you intrigue me, very much," she explained, stopping just a few feet in front of him. They were roughly the same height, so she didn't have to crane her head up much to meet his gaze head-on. She seemed to search for something in his eyes for a moment, but it was hard to tell if she had found exactly what she was looking for before she began to speak again.

"By the looks of things, we could use an ally in this place," she continued, resting a hand on his chest. "The question is will you make it worth my while?"

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Fyror Kildragon

Tears dry, smiles fade,
but memories last forever.

- Aaron Chan

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Location: La Canela Ship (Main Deck)
Skills: N/A

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Fyror pulled his gaze away from the dramatic performance of The Great Bazhooli to look back at Constantin. He gave a subtle nod of his head at the man's confirmation of his inquiry. It was quite an interesting twist of fate that they would be brought together again, and out in the open ocean of all places. It was perplexing actually. His features took on a thoughtful expression. What were the three of them doing way out here? His gaze scanned the smaller ship, confirming that the Grand Duchess wasn't with them. How was any of this possible, for two ships sailing in a vast ocean carrying people who knew each other to meet up like this? It seemed like something more than just a mere coincidence. It was fate, indeed.

He turned his full attention back to Constantin, intent upon asking him how he and his little ragtag group of friends had ended up way out here. However, it would seem that the Russian was already on a similar train of thought. He glanced down at Colette as she was quick to answer the man's question. A small breath left him, and the corners of his lips pulled up into the beginnings of a smile at hearing the sheer gratitude in her voice. It touched him, truly. He always tried his best to go out of his way to help people, but it wasn't often that his aid was received so well. He felt flustered for a moment, awkwardly clearing his throat before regaining his composure.

He gave a nod of affirmation to Colette's explanation, before finding his voice again. "To expand upon what Miss Fontaine has already told you, we initially met in Manchester after a Soulless had attacked the town. We quickly found that we had similar goals. We are searching out a woman by the name of Millicent Wyndham. Perhaps you know of her? She was also there at Almack's the night of the Soulless attack," he finally explained.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

Don't judge a book by its cover.

- George Eliot

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Location: Ville au Camp (The Grounds) - Oak Tree ⇢ Kitchen House
Skills: N/A

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"As will I," she muttered under her breath, as she made her way towards the Kitchen House. It wasn't what he had said but what he wasn't saying that stuck with her. She knew that she couldn't trust him. She wanted to, but she couldn't. From the bits of conversations she had been privy to, she was given the distinct impression that these carnival folks knew more about Ville au Camp, Paradoxes, and Emendators than any of them even knew about these carnies. The odds were not in there favor at the moment, but she hoped that that would soon change.

She took a glance back over her shoulder and ended up stopping in her tracks when she saw that Ben wasn't even heading in the direction of Peter's Grave. Her gaze trailed after him, until she realized where he was going. "Дерьмо," she cursed, hustling to catch up with Bart. "Манипулятивный сукин сын." She had thought that she had been playing him there in the end, but it would appear that she was the one being played. They were all being played no doubt, and it all seemed to go back to Management.

Alexandra finally made it to the Kitchen House about the time that James was making his speech. She glanced around at the others but stuck to the fringes. She felt like she was better off as a loner when it came to this group really. Was she a Paradox? Technically, yes. But she didn't feel like it at the moment, not while her past transgressions were fresh on everyone's minds. She supposed she couldn't really blame them, but it still stung nonetheless. She brushed the topic aside in her mind and focused on the more pertinent issue at hand.

She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the wall while she listened to what James had to say. He seemed to be on a similar train of thought, and they appeared to have already gathered intel of their own. "Management. Things point back to Management. From what I gathered, it doesn't seem like all of them are overly fond of Management, but they report to her nonetheless. Whether that is out of respect or fear, I don't know. All in all, they definitely know more than they are saying," she spoke up once James was done with his spiel. She didn't care if they listened, let alone believed or valued what she had to say. The point was that they were suppose to be a team, so she would try to play her part.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Madam Mauve

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Location: Shadowell Manor - Joyous Corridor ⇢ Billiards Room
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Looking down the corridor, Madam Mauve chuckled to herself as she saw Master Tack go to a room that most certainly didn't have the "Chair Man" in it. Her gaze shifted to the side as another individual entered the corridor. A glint came to her eyes as Prima Rave made eye contact with her before quickly fleeing to a different room, also one that didn't have a doctor in it. It would seem that Master Plum's luck was running thin. She cast her gaze back to the room she had come from, having heard what sounded like someone leaving it.

She was pleased to see that Justice Cobalt had opted to follow after her. She glanced over her shoulder at the room across from the Gaming Room, before turning her full attention back to Cobalt. She crooked her finger at him, beckoning him to follow her as she backed up across the hall into the Billiards Room. She then spun on her heels to face the new room, taking it in with her dark eyes. She honestly wasn't all that interested in what it had to offer, but more so, in what Cobalt had to offer her. However, she pretended as if the interior decorations interested her, while she waited to see if the man had taken the bait.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Some women are lost in the fire.
Some women are built from it.

- Michelle K.

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Location: The Castle - The Long Walk ⇢ Third Corridor

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Lyra pulled away, blinking slightly in surprise as Valda snapped at her. She understood that the queen was still pissed with her, but now Valda was just being immature. Though Lyra probably deserved to be yelled at earlier for ordering the queen around, even if it had stemmed from good intentions, this was a bit much in Lyra's mind. While the others may see her actions as a breach in propriety, she saw it as a mere act of kindness and compassion for another living, breathing human being. Kindness was never wrong or a sign of weakness, and nothing and no one could convince her otherwise on that. Her lips thinned as Valda continued on with her little tirade. However, she let the woman's words just glance over her this time around. After all, the true damage had already been dealt, or so she thought...

A small gasp left her lips as the queen suddenly backhanded her, the woman's rings connecting with her flesh in a sting of pain. She let out a sound of disbelief that Valda would strike her. She reached up to touch her face when she felt a warm liquid running down her cheek, and her hand came back to reveal blood. As the initial shock wore off, Lyra's eyes darkened in intensity, the blue of them becoming more prominent. Her jaw clenched shut as her head swiveled to look back at Valda. Something within her had shifted in that instant. "Yes, Your Highness," she spoke up, her words eerily deadpan.

She straightened and stiffly turned away before wordlessly catching back up to Skaoi. As the others went into Luna's bedroom, Lyra planted herself outside the door. She was a servant again now. Her presence inside was neither required nor wanted. Her gaze flitted to the side, eyes narrowing marginally at Amarantha's remarks. She never liked, let alone trusted, the woman, and this only further proved her point. She faced forward again, lacing her hands in front of her.

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Fate throws fortune, but not everyone catches.

- Polish Proverb

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Location: The Castle - The Long Walk ⇢ Luna's Bedroom

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Tristan helped Titan lift and carry Prince Myrus to Princess Luna's. Why they were taking the prince to the princess's room and not the infirmary was beyond him, but he ultimately decided it wasn't worth questioning or arguing about. Whatever floats their boat, I suppose. He spotted a few ghosts along their way, but he didn't think much of it. He was a Spirit-Seer after all, so seeing them wasn't anything new to him. The trek through the corridors to Luna's bedroom was relatively quick and fortunately uneventful, at least on his end it was. He was too far ahead and overall preoccupied to take notice of the altercation between the queen and Lyra, and that was probably for the best.

He felt a bit of relief when they had made it to Luna's bedroom and carefully placed Myrus on the bed. The last thing he wanted to do was to drop Luna's brother right in front her. He had already made a fool of himself enough today. Well, technically whoever had poisoned him made a fool of him, but that was beside the point. The point was he needed to save face in whatever ways he could. Not that that was entirely why he had offered to help move the prince in the first place. He did like helping--sometimes.

He nodded his head to Titan, before stepping away from the bed to find a spot to sit. Once seated, his attention turned to Princess Luna. His gaze softened as he saw her nervousness, like she had something really big to get off her chest. He was half-tempted to go over and comfort her, but he decided that they weren't quite there yet in terms of their relationship(?). Besides, he wouldn't entirely know where to start. So, instead he did the next best thing. He shut his mouth and listened. His brows rose slightly, before furrowing, and he shook his head in response. He already wasn't sure where on earth this was going.

His gaze turned sharply to the door when the ExtraOrdinary Wizard entered. His blue eyes followed her, before drifting back over to Luna. However, he quickly did a doubletake when Arya suddenly collapsed. He jolted in his seat, eyes widening. And then, someone else burst into the room. And then, an altercation happened. And then, well, it was like a tidal wave hit the room. It all happened so fast. Tristan spat out some water, now drenched from head to toe. "Thanks man, I really needed a bath today," he stated sarcastically to Cuyler.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Fyror Kildragon

Tears dry, smiles fade,
but memories last forever.

- Aaron Chan

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Location: La Canela Ship (Main Deck)
Skills: Memory

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Fyror's gaze drifted downward at the sound of Miss Fontaine's voice. His forehead was still lightly creased, having been caught mid-thought. "They seem oddly familiar, actually. Well, The Great Bazhooli does. I don't know about the other two. I just can't quite figure out where I recognize the man from," he explained, before looking back over at the rather eccentric man. His head tilted a bit to the side as he contemplated it. The man talked about having come from London, so Fyror figured that that was where they must have crossed paths.

He suddenly snapped his fingers as it came to him. "The Soulless attack at Almack's! That's where we met!" he exclaimed. As Vlad was already taking off to gather his things, Fyror instead turned to Constantin. "You and The Great Bazhooli were at the gathering at Almack's that night when the Soulless attacked, were you not? Along with the Grand Duchess Elizaveta," he questioned.

He looked back over at Vlad as he prepared for some kind of big display. His eyes widened as he witnessed a truly peculiar ability, the likes of which he had never seen before. He glanced down at Colette, arching a brow, before watching the odd display once more in a sort of state of perplexed fascination.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

Don't judge a book by its cover.

- George Eliot

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Location: Ville au Camp (The Grounds) - Oak Tree ⇢ Towards the Kitchen House
Skills: N/A

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Alexandra's smile faded some as Ben answered her. It was clear that the man was still withholding information, only giving her the bare minimum. She didn't like that. She didn't trust that. Whether it was of his own will or simply something chosen and enforced upon him was anyone's guess, but that was really beside the point. She still didn't know exactly who these people were, how they knew about this place, and why they were even here in the first place. She arched a brow at him, glancing past him before looking back at him.

"How about--" she began, before she was more or less cut off. Her gaze flitted over to Faith. Her jaw clenched a bit, and her eyes narrowed marginally at the other Paradox's jab at her. However, she bit her tongue. She glanced back over at Bart and motioned for him to follow Faith. She then turned her attention back to Ben. "How about instead of leading you there myself, I just tell you vhere you need to go," she replied, before leaning in towards him slightly. "You knov stranger danger, and all." The corners of her lips pulled back up into a smile, albeit a tight one, as she pulled away again.

"It's off that way, past the Main House and down at the swamp. The grave is by the water's edge under a tree. It shouldn't be too hard to find," she explained as she pointed out the direction that he needed to go. She was half tempted to give him false directions but ultimately decided against it, as it could just end up biting her in the butt. Besides, he hadn't been inherently rude to her, so why should she be rude to him? "Nov if you would excuse me," she said, before promptly walking off in the direction that the others were headed.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Madam Mauve

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Location: Shadowell Manor - Gaming Room ⇢ Joyous Corridor
Skills: Wisdom
Hit Points: 3
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"My name's Madam Mauve," she exclaimed, throwing her name into the mix as they seemed to be making introductions. She eyed the four men as she casually strode further into the room. "Not that you asked me," she added with a touch of bitterness to her voice. Her gaze took in the two others in the room who had similarly ignored her presence. However, the look in her dark blue eyes softened as they landed on Justice Cobalt. At least he had the courtesy to greet her.

She strode over to his side, before pivoting on her heels to face the room again. She then looked up at him from under her dark lashes. "Of course it is," she teased, before giving a small shrug of her shoulders. "It could have been better had I been in more pleasurable company." She gave him a pointed look, before her gaze returned to the others in the room. She couldn't figure out what on earth was even going on amongst them. She blinked her eyes a few times, head slightly tilting to the side in seeming confusion. Actually, why had she even come into the room? She shook her head a bit before making her way towards the door. No point in staying here if she couldn't even remember why she had come in here in the first place. Besides, it sounded like they would be having company soon. She stopped at the doorway to glance back over her shoulder at Cobalt. She gave him a wink before heading back out into the Joyous Corridor.

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