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🦄 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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Disappointment flashed in Fyror's eyes at Constantin's refusal. Glancing down at the ground, he nodded his head, if a bit solemnly. "Fair enough," he spoke up, meeting the man's gaze again. He had hoped that maybe the Grand Duchess had gained some new details about Miss Wyndham's situation that would be of use to him. Nevertheless, he respected the man's desire to keep such details private.

"Of course, I'm sure you have had a long journey," he commented politely when the man expressed the need to rest. Fyror himself was surprised that he wasn't feeling entirely beat. Then again, he likely wouldn't be able to sleep anyways, not while Miss Wyndham's safety was still in question. In that case, he likely had many sleepless nights ahead of him yet.

The look in his eyes grew distant and hinted with a touch of angst for a moment, as if lost in unpleasant thoughts, until Miss Fontaine's voice drew him out of his stupor. He blinked, taking a moment to process what she had said. "Indeed," he replied simply, his response a bit delayed.

His attention turned as one of the crew members came over to them. He didn't realize how hungry he actually was until it was offered. He nodded his head. "Anything will do, really. Thank you," he replied to the man, glancing over at Colette.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

When you meet someone for the first time,
that's not the whole book. That's just the first page.

- Brody Armstrong

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Location: Ville au Camp - Kitchen House ⇢ En Route to Carnival Setup
Skills: N/A

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Alexandra's brown eyes lit up, and the corners of her lips pulled up into the beginnings of a smile when Gilbert seemed to express that she was on to something. It was a bit of validation that she perhaps didn't even realize that she needed right then. "No, of course not, but it certainly could explain a few things," she agreed. These carnies were dodgy, and no flashy powers could explain away that. Actually, them having powers made them an even greater threat, especially if their powers were equivalent or greater to that of an Emendator. This really was a sucky time to only have one Emendator on the premises. The Paradoxes needed to tread carefully.

As if to punctuate that thought, three strange women came sashaying and singing their way through the Kitchen House. Alexandra glanced back over at Gilbert and the other Paradoxes with a look on her face that effectively said "What the hell?" However, it perhaps wasn't the women's uninvited presence that concerned her as much as it was the words they sung and the pointed look they gave everyone.

Her gaze didn't budge from the women until they had left the Kitchen House, and even then she felt that she had to pry her gaze away from the door in order to look back at Gil. She slowly nodded her head in response as the Emendator parted ways with them in order to go deal with this seemingly popular "Management". She took a breath, collecting her thoughts before following James's suit. She slowly made her way back towards where the carnival was setup in order to go "mingle". She vaguely wondered if she would run across Ben again, and she wasn't so sure how she felt about that. The thing was she found him easy to talk to and thus easier to be led astray by...

Current Mood in One Gif

>TFW you have an idea that sounds so good in your head, but once you start trying to figure out the logistics of it, you realize there are so many plot holes...

🦄 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 caught the downward descent of Cobalt's eyes, and she followed its trajectory as his words washed over her. She finally took note of the object of his attention, the blood staining her sleeve. Master Plum's blood. "A fool tried to stab me, but his first mistake was thinking I was easy prey. His second mistake was having such godawful aim," she explained as her dark blue eyes flicked back up.

Her head tilted ever so slightly to the side. "The poor thing stabbed his foot instead," she added. Her voice sounded a bit more distant this time. She searched his gaze once more, trying to decipher his true emotions beyond that façade of his, and she seemed a bit more satisfied with what she saw. A glint came to her eyes, before her gaze flitted past Cobalt to the doorway. She rolled her eyes as Master Tack's voice carried down the corridor. He was requesting the help of a doctor, was he now? "I'll be damned if I help the man," she commented, her attention returning to Cobalt.

🦄 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 looked downwards for a moment, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips as more praise was dished out. While some men may let such words of praise go to their heads, it only humbled Fyror. It was a reassurance to him that he was doing the right thing. "Thank you," he replied softly, glancing over at Colette and then back to Constantin. He was glad when the attention diverted from him and back to other, more important matters.

He nodded his head thoughtfully. He believed he knew the two women the man was referring to. The Grand Duchess had gained a bit of a following while at Almack's. A part of him was glad to hear that more people were looking into and doing something about the sketchy marriage between Miss Wyndham and the infamous Lord Rutherford. Had the Grand Duchess gone about her mission alone it would have been more of a cause for concern, but surely three, presumably trained, women could handle themselves well enough alone. At least he certainly hoped so. However, the situation that Constantin described did make him wonder...

"How exactly did the Grand Duchess learn about Miss Wyndham's predicament? What kind of information, or lead, is she going on?" he questioned curiously. At the sound of a dull thud somewhere behind him, he spun around to locate the source. He grimaced as his gaze landed on The Great Bazhooli and his once again injured and prone form. He glanced over at Constantin and Colette with a look of concern on his face. Fortunately, it seemed that the flamboyant Russian was being tended to. He reluctantly turned his attention back to the others as Miss Fontaine attempted to strike the conversation back up again.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

When you meet someone for the first time,
that's not the whole book. That's just the first page.

- Brody Armstrong

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

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Alexandra's gaze flitted from person to person as ideas, points, questions, and the like were thrown out. A lot of attention seemed to be spent on the how's and why's revolving around the carnies' interest in Peter's grave. While it was concerning, she felt that they needed to broaden their scope slightly. How did they know about any of this? About the existence of Ville au Camp, of Emendators, and of Paradoxes? Her brows crinkled together a bit as she recalled some of things she had heard in passing.

"Ben said that he was something akin to Gilbert, not quite the same but close. He never used the terminology that ve use, instead referring to us as cousins and Gilbert as a brother," she piped up, raising her voice slightly to be heard over the others. The gears continued to turn in her head, and her eyes glazed over as things seemed to start to click into place in her mind. By the time Gilbert had entered the Kitchen House and had finished his long, drawn out speech, she was about ready to pounce on him, figuratively speaking of course.

"Is it possible that there are more Emendators out there? And if there are, and they have the same abilities to look into history as you do, that vould explain how they know about Peter," she blurted out to Gilbert the very moment he stopped talking.

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 - Third Corridor off the Long Walk
Skills: Perception

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Lyra's gaze gravitated over to Rainbrook as she caught the Ordinary Wizard's anxiety ridden movement out of the corner of her eye. Her pale brows drew together slightly and with it some of the intensity of her composure dissipated. She started to take a step towards the man when a ghost suddenly Appeared, stopping her in her tracks. She eyed the ghostly figure carefully but was ultimately unable to decipher anything beyond her general appearance and the unnerving nature of her gaze and smile.

She stepped around the ghost of Sabelina the Wise, her gaze never leaving the woman. She then hesitantly turned her attention back to Rainbrook, making easy strides over to the wizard. She let a small huff when she heard the door to Luna's bedroom open and the voice of Amarantha call out to her. She closed her eyes and took in a calming breath, before turning on her heels to face the woman. Her brows shot up at seeing the woman's soaking wet clothes. Her gaze then wandered past her to see the water soaked room. She arched her brow, but she didn't voice the questions that were clear on her features.

"Yes, of course," Lyra replied simply, giving a nod of her head. Her eyes narrowed marginally when Amarantha flashed her a smile. The woman was surely finding her demotion from the Queen's guard to a mere servant highly amusing. She was half-tempted right then to give the woman a gesture that would be deemed as highly unladylike. However, she quickly squelched that urge in favor of simply walking away to do the task that was requested of her. She made her way down the corridor, pausing for a brief moment by the still pacing Rainbrook.

"Sir, if there is any way I can be of assistance to you, please let me know. I have a few things I would need to do beforehand. We can walk and talk?" she offered, gesturing down the corridor. She waited a moment for his response before eventually going about her tasks.

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Fate throws fortune, but not everyone catches.

- Polish Proverb

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Location: The Castle - Luna's Bedroom ⇢ His Bedroom

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Tristan's gaze shot back over to Luna at her outburst about wanting everyone to leave her room. He started to rise from his seat but paused when he heard his name in the mix of those who could stay. He slowly sat back down, eyeing Luna. He was curious as to what exactly she was wanting to tell them and why she wanted him, a practical stranger, privy to it. After all, it was clearly personal if her reluctance was any indication. His gaze flitted back over to the ExtraOrdinary Wizard as everyone's attention seemed to turn to her, and for good reason considering she had just passed out totally out of the blue.

He leaned forward in his seat, watching as the woman was tended to. Fortunately, it didn't take too long before Arya came to again. Glancing over at Amarantha, he nodded his head in agreement. He wouldn't mind changing into some dry clothes too. Water dribbled off of him as he stood up and looked around at the waterlogged room. The corners of his lips pulled up into an amused smile. One had to admit that it had been kind of comical though. His smile quickly faded as his gaze landed back on Arya. That part certainly wasn't comical.

He turned his attention back to Luna as she addressed room, apparently just wanting to get the discussion said and done sooner rather than later. The corner of his lips twitched as she spoke about mental illnesses running in the family. His lips parted as she explained her current predicament. He didn't know what to say. He felt a sudden weight pressing down on his chest at this new revelation. Questions stirred inside his mind but none that he could form into audible words. What did this mean for their arranged marriage? Would his parents still want him to marry her? He would assume so since the Land of Long Nights needed the Castle's resources. But what would they think or do if they knew about this? So many questions and so little answers. He let out a shaky breath.

He didn't go after her when she left. She wanted her alone time, and he honestly still needed time to process all of this. He stared at the ground for a moment, before shaking his head and leaving the room without another word. He headed next door to his bedroom, stripping of his wet clothes once he was behind closed doors. He changed into something warm and dry before flopping onto his bed. He stared up at the ceiling as he thought over everything.

What Are You Listening To?

"You think you know pain?"
Perfect outlining music for my WIP trilogy

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You know you're a writer when you have been contemplating from a scale of 0 to Game of Thrones how many character deaths you need in your book. #writerproblems #sorrynotsorry

🦄 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?"