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🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Fyror Kildragon

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

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Fyror took in a bit of a breathy inhale at Silvio's questions. He glanced over at Colette before looking back over at the man. "Well, it's sort of a long story. How much time have you got?" he attempted to joke but it mostly fell flat. He wasn't much of a jokester. I mean he had his moments. However, they were few and far between. He pursed his lips, trying to decide where to start. He figured now would be as good a time as any to lay out all the details, if only for Colette's benefit. Perhaps though, if he was honest with himself, it would also do him some good to lay out what was on his heart.

"We are on a rescue mission. A woman is in dire need of aid. The woman's fiancé is sketchy at best and an extortionist--rapist--and murderer at worst," he answered Silvio but his gaze was on Colette the whole time. His demeanor was deadly serious as he looked at her, as if willing her to understand what she was truly getting herself into. He only relinquished his gaze when Silvio placed the plates in front of them. "Thanks," he stated, nodding to the man. He took a bite of the cheese, before glancing back over at Colette. His gaze was a touch softer this time. He hoped he hadn't been too blunt, but he hadn't really seen any way around it. She needed to know what they were up against sooner rather than later.

Current Mood in One Gif

>TFW you're listening to your deceased character's playlist.

🦄 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 - Carnival Setup (The Cooch Tent)
Skills: N/A

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A smile came to Alexandra's features as she was greeted warmly. Well, by Rita at least. She walked over to the stage when the woman waved her over, her gaze briefly taking everything in before settling back on Rita. She glanced sharply over at Libby, and the other woman's words elicited a light a chuckle from her.

"Vell, believe it or not, once upon a time I was in a circus," she replied with a smile. However, it soon faded from her lips as she was flooded by the bittersweet memories of her previous life. She looked down at the ground, shaking her head a bit sadly. Her countenance was more serious, if not a touch solemn, when it came back up.

"But that was ages ago, another life really, I doubt I vould remember much of it now," she added, before changing the subject. "But, I'm not here to talk about me. You're the guests here, after all. Is there anything I can do for you two?" She smiled at the two women, but it was perhaps a bit more forced this time around.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Madam Mauve

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Location: Shadowell Manor - Billiards Room
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Mauve felt a heaviness pressing down on her. She struggled to keep her eyes open as she slumped back against the billiards table more and more. She could vaguely hear the servant girl's words of seeming concern. Her voice was almost punctuated by the eerie sound of the door to the room clicking shut over the crackling of the fire. Don't fall asleep. Don't fall asleep, she told herself. Something was amiss, and she knew it. But unfortunately her body had other intentions.

Slumping back over the billiards table, she was quickly enveloped in the darkness of unconsciousness. Thrusted into a new world, she felt pain explode through her. She glanced downwards with a gasp, to see blood gushing from a stab wound in her stomach. Staggering backwards, she tried in vain to stifle the bleeding with her hands, but the crimson red blood only seeped between her porcelain fingers. Her dark blue eyes came up sharply to see a dark figure lunging at her. She weakly tried to fight the figure off, but the floor was slick with her own blood and her body was growing weaker by the second from the sheer blood loss. This was most assuredly turning into an absolute nightmare.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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But who says soft can't be strong?

- Unknown

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Location: The Castle - Infirmary
Skills: Perception

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There was a tenderness to Lyra's blue-green eyes that belied the fierceness she held at her core. One could say she was in a constant state of flux, or she was two sides of the same coin. Whatever you wished to describe that she was both soft and strong, individually and simultaneously. It was indeed an odd paradox.

There was a slight furrow in her brows, and the corners of her lips tugged down into a frown as she was crouched over one patient. She tenderly dabbed sweat away from the person's brows with a cloth. "May the gods be with you," she murmured. She slowly rose back up onto her feet, her gaze flitting from patient to patient. She wasn't a Phsyik but even she could tell that they were are all in horrid condition. They were in pain, and they were dying. And it truly broke her heart. She felt powerless against this Sickenesse, and she had a feeling that Skaoi felt more or less the same way.

"It's sucking the life out of them," she remarked in hushed tones as she walked over to the Physik woman. She doubted the patients would be able to hear her even if she hadn't lowered her voice, as they were too out of it, but nevertheless, she felt that it was the more considerate thing to do. "This Sickenesse. It seems as if it has a life of its own, as if it's consuming them--like a parasite."

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Fate throws fortune, but not everyone catches.

- Polish Proverb

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Location: The Castle - His Bedroom ⇢ Third Corridor off the Long Walk

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Tristan stood before the mirror, tugging at his nicer clothing and readjusting his crown with some scrutiny. He honestly wasn't so sure he even wanted to go to the wedding anymore. He had originally intended to accompany Princess Luna, as her plus one so to speak. However, with recent circumstances, he doubted she would be ready to face him again just yet, if it all. Besides, he wasn't really in a party mood right then...

He shook his head. "Enough of that," he chided himself. "There's too much at stake here to simply let her slip through my fingers. I guess--I'll just have to be--persistent." Yeah, that sounded convincing. He rolled his eyes and gave himself one last look over in the mirror before leaving his bedroom. He glanced up and down the corridor with a small sigh, wondering where Princess Luna had gone off to. She obviously wouldn't be in her bedroom, seeing as it had been completely soaked through. Maybe she was outside getting some fresh air? Maybe.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Fyror Kildragon

The memories always bring back the pain.

- Unknown

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

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Fyror tried to shake off the sense of foreboding and worry that had gripped him once more. That's not to say that it had ever truly gone away to begin with. No, for him such feelings came and went like the waves of the ocean, and right now, they were most assuredly in a storm. Truth be told, beyond that air of seriousness was a man who just couldn't stand to see others suffer, and he often bore their suffering like it was his own. His own health be damned.

He silently followed after Miss Fontaine and Silvio. In an attempt to relieve himself of those gnawing feelings, he instead elected to contemplate Colette's words. Why was the Grand Duchess also interested in searching for Miss Wyndham? Well, he supposed the woman had the same, or similar, information he did, if not entirely newfound information. Though that begged another question, why was Colette so determined to see this through as well? He recalled upon first meeting Colette that she had stated that she knew of what Lord Rutherford was. But to what extent?

His lips thinned just thinking back on the graphic information Doctor Graham had given him regarding the deaths of Lord Rutherford's previous wives. It wasn't something he wished to recall again, let alone talk about openly. However, he supposed he should brush aside his own discomfort and lay it all out for Colette. She deserved to know. He let out a small sigh, vaguely taking in the details of the small kitchen before turning his attention to Silvio. "Quite. I will gladly take whatever you can spare," he replied.

Current Mood in One Gif

>TFW you figure out how to fix a plot hole...

🦄 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 - Carnival Setup (The Cooch Tent)
Skills: N/A

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Alexandra took in all the activity in and around the carnival setup with a sweep of her gaze. She came to a stop in the middle of all it. Letting out a small sigh, she put her hands on her hips as she tried to decide where she wanted to start first. Everyone seemed to be equally busy setting up for whatever show they had in store for Ville au Camp. It was sketchy at best, really.

She crossed her arms over her chest and absentmindedly tapped one of her feet. Her gaze finally settled on the tent with the sign The Cooch on it. She tilted her head a bit to the side, as if deciding whether or not to try their first. Eventually, she just shrugged her shoulders and made her way over there. She figured it was a good enough place as any to start.

"Hello?" she called out as she neared the tent. She waited a moment for a response, before peeking her head inside. Her gaze settled on two women, Rita Sue and Libby. "Hi. Sorry for the intrusion. I just wanted to see if there was anything I could get you ladies, or if there was any way I could be of help?"

Current Mood in One Gif

>Me jumping to conclusions like...

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Madam Mauve

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Location: Shadowell Manor - Billiards Room
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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"Indeed," Mauve replied in simple agreement. However, she wished to wait a little longer before venturing out of this room. It give the do-gooders a chance to vacate the corridor. It wasn't that she was nervous about being confronted for her questionable actions earlier, but more so that she didn't wish to have the inconvenience.

She turned around, leaning back against the billiards table. However, as she did so something just felt off. A wave of fatigue seemed to hit her out of nowhere. She took in a deep breath, leaning more heavily against the table. She glanced over at Cobalt, his sudden change in demeanor evident. She eyed him as he stumbled across the room like a drunkard. What, was he cracking under the pressure? Her brows shot up as he collapsed to the floor.