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7 yrs ago
My power grows exponentially each day as we come nearer to Halloween.
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In Morose's Characters → 8 yrs ago Forum: Character Sheets
Casper Xavier Theriot / Spirit Box
{"Is anyone else craving waffles? No? Just me?" }

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In The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed) → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jenna Westbrook
Location: Outside the Library
Jenna hesitated for a moment. She didn't really want to accept a ride from them. She didn't trust them and she wanted to work alone - Lydia was an exception, as they were blood. Or at least, legally they were. Robert was Lydia's plus one or her pet - it wasn't really clear what the dynamic there was, anyways. But at the same time, they did need a method of transportation and Riley's life could depend on their speed. "Sure, as long as you're a fast driver," Jenna stipulated. She didn't want this to take forever.

As for the mine itself...Well, she doubted they'd be willing to go inside. Yet it made perfect sense as a location - somewhere where werewolves and part time cats couldn't go. It then had a deterrent to ordinary humans who would find it to be unsafe and want to avoid going there, fearing a collapse. But the mine didn't scare her. Jenna prided herself on her fearlessness. And she felt confident that by the time the week was over, she would have left Red Lake for good. She didn't think Finley or anyone would miss her either.
In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Virginia Crypt
Location: The Road North
Skills: N/A
Virginia nodded. It seemed a bit dull when put like that - the mission. No, this was a quest, an adventure, a daring tale of heroics and bravery and the sweet brush of death! A mission didn't bring the excitation of the blood, the whispers of fresh graves, and the violent storm that had developed above them. It was another problem with the normals - their language, to be frank. They sucked all of the beauty out of everything and unlike the Soulless, it was hardly picturesque or beautiful. Everything the normals had built was responsible for her dear friend Millicent's suffering. Even Mary was held back - through her devotion to an order that saw her as less than an individual, just a cog in the machine.

There was no life if one could not be allowed to exist - a right that British society denied women, no matter the status, in Virginia's opinion. "I have no doubt that this will either give us more questions or a bit of clarity," Virginia mused, her eyes watching the beautiful storm raging around them. In particular, she noticed the way that the fire from the lightning refused to spread. Her thoughts filled with tales of excitation and her heart on her fallen might-have-been love, she still yearned to press onward. Mary's horse was steady and for that she was thankful. "See how it does not take to the flame?" Virginia pointed out. "It is an omen - a sign, I am certain of it..."

Her thoughts then slipped to the message through the flames from her father. Could another one await them?
Maeve Brennan
Location: Kirkpatrick House: Tea Room
Skills: N/A
Maeve couldn't help but laugh, not even bothering to stifle her chuckles as she stared at the 'Father' - or whatever occupation he was claiming to hold at the moment. She couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed that he only nearly ran into the bannister. There was something charming about his clumsiness - like a drunken bird attempting to get back into its nest. Yet Maeve's mood darkened for a moment - it easily could have been an act as well - the bumbling fuddling nature of his...What was real about him, if anything? It would need more thought and consideration. It wasn't wise to trust those that hid before masks - after all, Maeve knew that she shouldn't be trusted in this household for that very same reason.

It was that one similarity between them that caused Maeve to find him attractive - but also to know that nothing could or should ever come of it. She finished descending the staircase fully, following the Father as he headed towards the tea room. "Might jist be ter alleviate 'is boredom, not sure grace is de right ward for it," Maeve pointed out to Calum, an eyebrow raised. She felt a bit disappointed once more as he found his way into a seat, without another display of clumsiness. She would have liked for the display to last a little longer.
In 🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Cecily Ashworth
Location: Sidewalk Across the Border
Skills: N/A
Cecily winced for a moment, hearing her own name. Her knee jerk reaction was to scream NO and run off, crawl into some comic book store and read issues of Jessica Jones until she died. As illogical as it was, she felt like a comic book store was one of the last safe places in the world at this rate. Everything seemed to be infested with Juno, as if it were a parasite or a virus - and she didn't know which was worse. But Natasha trusted her - hadn't she? The knowledge that Natasha had lied to her had left her head spinning, but she took a deep breath. Natasha trusted her fiancé too. And despite her omission of the truth...Cecily still trusted Natasha.

"...Yes..." Cecily said, her voice cracking. She couldn't imagine how he felt. This was a woman he loved and wanted to marry - and now she was dead, being taken away in an ambulance after an ill fated trip to Mexico. Would things have turned out differently if Natasha had never met her? Was this her fault - some sick curse? Wallace had already died...And now Natasha, the true coroner of Justice, had met a grisly end as well...She had to take another deep breath, but it was far from silent - it was noisy and shallow, as if her lungs might burst from the effort.

She died...-Rogue

It wasn't the best explanation - and it might have easily been the worst one. But it was all Cecily could make her trembling fingers type out.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: Jakobsen for President Campaign Center: Jakobsen's Office
As Jakobsen started to chat with Mary, Guin couldn't help but feel a bit disgusted that he wasn't digital. It struck her as odd and almost a bit foolish of him. No wonder his running mate was acting like a secretary. This man didn't just seem paranoid and insane to her - he was backwards. She discretely hit record on her phone, catching the last sentence each Jakobsen and Mary said - and no one would be able to see her do that. The last sentence was enough to help get warrants for investigations and searches and thankfully, her phone synced with the Stark Secure Server. However, her eyes kept on darting over towards Muscles.

She had to bite her tongue to keep from snapping at Nina, but thankfully Mary had that under control. Folly left, followed by Muscles a moment later, and Guin got an idea. There was a coffee mug on Jakobsen's desk. If Muscles hadn't left, she would have asked for him to snag a DNA sample. Then they could get an independent lab to analyze it and prove to Jakobsen that he would father a mutant child one day. She picked up the coffee cup. "You mind? I've been craving coffee all day," she lied.

"Yeah, no," Jakobsen replied, snatching the cup away from her.

"What are you afraid of?" Guin asked, raising an eyebrow. "That I'll outsource this to a lab and they'll reveal you've got a non expressed X-gene?"

"What the hell are you talking about kid? It's my coffee, get your own."

This would be so much easier if A) I had telepathy and B) Muscles was back in here... Guin just smiled at Jakobsen, mentally readjusting her plan. "Somehow I doubt you'll be letting us go to Starbucks any time soon..." Guin muttered. Jakobsen just shrugged in response, falling silent. "Oh well, at least I know your fiancée is probably going to break up with you," Guin pointed out. "Attacking kids? Not famous for going over well with pregnant women. Especially ones with - what do they call it in the reports? - near supernatural levels of deductive reasoning?"

"Actually, she's fine with what my work is, I've told her about it."

"So you're going to be completely fine arresting her one day for not being completely normal? Wow, that's just cruel."

"No, she is normal, unlike you, at least for the most part. I also know that she's seen things that supernaturals and people like you are capable of."

Guin rolled her eyes. "You shouldn't believe everything you see on TV. Us Starks are normal humans."

"No, I know that you aren't, OMEN has access to SHIELD's files as well, helps when we have more funding, we can get the information we want, without having to make a database of our own."

She just laughed. "SHIELD? Really? You're believing them? Dude, Magneto wrecked their database two years ago. And as a reserve agent, I can tell you that whatever information you're getting from them, it's falsified to save face. You know it yourself - SHIELD is old news. They don't know anything. And yeah, I bet Granddad is rolling over in his grave right now but who cares. HYDRA probably killed him anyways."
Folly Valeska
Location: Jakobsen for President Campaign Center: Jakobsen's Office ---> Hallway
Folly's head turned quickly as Nina cussed at her. Her eyes narrowed for a moment and it was lucky for Nina that Folly was mostly mentally together at the moment. Hearing Nina suggest that she should've been put on a leash, after her naive begs towards Jakobsen about his supposed innocence....It made Folly's blood boil. When she shut her eyes, she could still see HIM. Her maker - the one that had taught her how to shed blood, yet it hadn't been her first.

No, her first kill had been years ago, back in Coventry. Things had been simple back then. The world ignored that which it could not understand - and O.M.E.N. had only been recently instated. It wasn't too long before the attack on O.M.E.N. HQ - or more appropriately phrased, the massacre committed by Hel, Loki's daughter. She clenched her fist slightly with anger, yet she knew that Nina would be a waste of her time. She could kill her another day for that slight. She wasn't some animal to be kept on a leash!

"I'll go help the others," Folly muttered, before she left the room. The instant she opened the door to leave the office, she was stopped by a few people, one of them the woman who had directed them to Jakobsen's office. "Sorry, but don't you think you should wait for the rest of your group?"

"No," Folly said simply, pulling her daggers and cracking her neck, ready for a fight. "So we can do this the easy way or the hard way. They're both equally fun for me - question is, how much fun will you have?"

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Hard way then," Folly mused, taking a deep breath as she let her rage fill her mind and she went into a frenzy. She never felt so in tune with herself, never so alive, than when she would let go and just be. Three people were injured by the time Future Pietro zipped over, holding onto his side since he really should not be running right now, and pulls her in for a hug to stop her from going completely crazy.

"Let go of me, Palla Latchi!" Folly hissed. "The people at the tower need help and these humans were in my way!"

"No Folly, you can't just hurt people like that... It isn't how things work..."

"Isn't this how we've survived? Hurting people who would hurt us?" Folly pointed out. Their entire lives were spent fighting at this point. It didn't matter if it was against Sentinels, humans, or other mutants who worked to hunt down their own kind. Blood demanded blood and all.

"Yeah, but there is no proof that everyone in this building is evil, so we can't just do that..."

"....Fine, no killing, but I'm going to the tower."
Dean Kesseli
Location: Jakobsen for President Campaign Center: Sidewalk Outside
As soon as the campaign center came into view, Dean felt a prick on the back of his neck and his reflexes kicked in, smacking his neck. It felt like a mosquito or something a bit bigger had bit him, and only as the entire world slowed down around him and he was forced to move at that speed too did he realize the truth...His powers were gone. Now he really was a Wannabe Speedster. However, just because he had to be slow now didn't mean he wasn't observant. He saw the prisoner transport van pull up and he gulped, spotting the gun pointed at him.

"YEEEEEET!" he shouted, having not quite decided on what to shout but be figured it was better than screaming Sneak Attack!!! and he wanted to shout something. He wasn't just going to do this quietly. He rushed forward and somehow took a guard by surprise, grabbing the gun in his hands. Taking it into his own hands, Dean then shot at him, hitting him in the torso. He grinned with victory, only to feel a bullet penetrate his leg and he screamed. He kept a firm grip on the gun, cursing like a sailor. "God fucking fuckkity fucking damn it! That stings like a fucking bitch!"

Fueling himself with his shock and anger, Dean shot at another guard, sending him down to the count. As a response, another guard hit him in the shoulder with a bullet - bringing out another freakish scream from the Wannabe Speedster - and he dropped the gun to the ground. Luckily, the gun didn't go off and he tried to bend down to grab it, only to find himself in immense pain from the bullets. "FUCK ME!" Dean screamed, unable to focus with the pain.

But hey, at least he did something.
In 🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed) → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dorothy and Fitz
Location: Lower Deck --> Cargo ----> the Docks
Skills: None
"...I-I-I-I have to do something first..." Fitz said quickly, taking off at a run towards his quarters. He didn't have enough time to say goodbye to Jackie, but he wanted her to know how much he appreciated her friendship and company the previous evening and this morning. He scribbled down a quick note and left it next to his gambling winnings, just grabbing the board game from amongst the possessions left in the room and then running back to meet the Pender sisters. The note read simply: Jackie - If you ever need an engineer, I'm here...I hope you put this money to some fun....- Fitzy <3

Dorothy raised an eyebrow, still holding onto the possessions she received from Atticus. She wondered how much grief he would give her if he found out her intent to wear his rosary like a necklace. And she doubted she'd ever read his Bible - if she did, it'd be with a pen in hand so that way she could make corrections. It'd result in ultimately crossing out all of the lines, in her opinion. "Your boy toy is weird, mei-mei," Dorothy commented.

She then headed in the direction of Cargo, aware of the quick passage of time. She didn't want to still be on the ship at the end of three minutes. While she still considered Anisa a close friend, she didn't want to push her at the moment. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Foy, hearing his proposal. Although she didn't like the idea of being in debt to his family, the offer was intriguing. They already had a pilot, an engineer, and a doctor. It was the start of a small crew all of their own. Fitz couldn't help but have his eyes widen at the offer - a first class cruise? That sounded amazing! And if they got a ship of their own, they'd have something to tinker with. He could fix it up and make it better than ever - and Daphne could fly.

Dorothy had a habit of being impulsive at times and she nodded, holding her hand out to Foy after accepting the items from him and pocketing them carefully. "Thank ya, Mr. Coiffeur," she said, her Outer Rim accent coming out a bit with that simple sentence. "I hope t' see ya again." Fitz gave Foy a smile as well, still just excited about this idea. He really did like Daphne and if they were on the same ship together, without a captain that scared him half to death, maybe....maybe something more could happen.

Of course, that wasn't to say that Dorothy didn't scare him. She did. He just felt it slightly less likely that she'd feed him to a reaver. Dorothy turned her head for a moment, looking at the cargo hold of the unfamiliar ship. The Prometheus would take good care of her friend, or at least, she hoped. "Come on, Mei-Mei..." she beckoned, stepping off the ship from the Cargo Hold, with Fitz nervously contemplating taking Daphne's hand as he followed suit.


In 🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1 → 8 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Professor Walnut
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Chair 7
Skills: Intelligence, Dexterity
Hit Points: 4
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Professor Walnut raised an eyebrow at the lack of reply from the fainter and she smirked slightly. However, the silence and serenity she had hoped to achieve were all for nothing, as there was a calamity towards the start of the line of chairs. She shut her eyes briefly for a moment, breathing in and out of her mouth. They had hardly been there for much more than half an hour and already, quarrels had broken out - yet she supposed it was simply human nature to seek out fights. At least there were no more lewd and suggestive comments to listen to - she hardly cared for that sort of talk.

"Thank you," Walnut said curtly, eyeing the fainter. She then heard the sound of hooves, yet as she turned and craned her head, even rising slightly out of her seat, she couldn't identify the source. They could have been coming from any direction. Her eyes caught the guard for a moment. Tilting his head to the side he just grins and goes back to his book.

Having not managed to ascertain the source and hoping that events would move quickly, Walnut relaxed back in her seat, and a moment later, she had fallen out of her seat and hit the ground, landing on her rear. Yet while most would have likely been preoccupied with the chance of a bruised bottom, Walnut's eyes went skyward, as the eighth chair - with the fainter, otherwise known as Director Kindle - still stuck in it! It was like Kindle had been turned into a celebratory firework as she continued to climb higher and higher towards the heavens, reaching an approximate twenty feet in the air.

"The poor thing..." Walnut murmured, as stunned as she was by the sudden aerial escapade of the fainting woman. She had such remarkable bad luck, it would seem. Yet Walnut's chief concern wasn't so much Director Kindle's rise as it was her eventual and inevitable fall. That would certainly result in more than a bruised rear...
In 🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Evelina Lucas and Andromeda Aldrich
Location: Spain 1487
Skills: Breakaway, History, Memory Training, Infection
Today was going to be different. Evelina had had an interesting four months with James and he had witnessed something she had taken no other Paradox to see. It probably would have been an interesting scene for Andromeda as well but she was not one to repeat herself, and the child had already been exposed to the Destruere. It was time for something different but that would still push the young woman. Taking a breath she pulled at the collar of the habit she was wearing. Blending in was key and dressing like a nun... had to be part of it. This was stiff dressing even for her. On the stool next to her lay another habit and a rosary as she waited for Andromeda to arrive.

Andromeda had enjoyed her time with Belladonna, finding that it helped her to center herself. She didn't know if she had truly let go of the ghosts of her past - the family she had left behind - but she had started to understand the bond to this new family that Belladonna spoke of. As she looked at the note underneath her door, she realized she would be working with the Dice and she couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. While the other Emendators and the Senior Paradox were impressive, Belladonna felt more intimidating to her. She was the head of the family, after all. "Good morning," Andromeda greeted, once she arrived and spotted Evelina dressed as a nun. She felt a bit confused, wondering where exactly they'd be going - and her mind was just conjuring images of the convent from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Motioning over towards the pile of clothing that was folded up neatly she gave a somber expression towards Andromeda. "Good morning my child, there is your attire for this day. Please do ensure your hair is neatly tucked beneath your habit. Careful with the crucifix, it is quite ancient." The woman was without her pipe for the first time since the new Paradoxes had a arrived, her fingers running along the rosary as if she was doing a silent prayer and counting them off as she went.

Andromeda looked at it, glad that at least the habit would hide her hair. White hair wasn't the most common in earlier time periods for young women and she didn't want to draw unneeded attention to herself. That and she hoped the nickname Pasty wouldn't catch on here. Her death had been the only thing to stop it from continuing to trend amongst her friends in her own timeline. Stepping into one of the stalls of the barn, Andromeda changed into the ensemble, ensuring her hair didn't stick out as Evelina requested. She then stepped out of the stall and looked at Evelina with expectation.

There was a look of approval from Evelina before it faded and she stepped closer to Andromeda. "There is an intuition in me. It says that of all the Paradoxes I needn't have to remind you that we have to be careful when away from the grounds. That being said, I am going to reiterate it. Where we are going is dangerous, on many levels. Not only for our kind, not only because of the Destruere, not only because of our gender, our beliefs. We are going to a part of the world, during a specific time that I purposefully avoided having to live though by tucking myself away in Scotland for the next four centuries. It was Eden compared to the Inquisition."

Her eyes widened slightly and Andromeda nodded. The last few trips seemed to have had a theme - first the Salem Witch Trials and now the Inquisition. "I did not expect that," Andromeda couldn't help but admit. Yet at the same time, she was curious as to why they were purposefully going somewhere filled with danger - a place that an Emendator would avoid. Her inquisitive nature was already trying to anticipate the lesson Evelina was going to teach her.

"No one expects the Inquisition," Evelina said in a morose tone before turning and heading for the portal. Stepping through the wall of decay hit nearly as hard as the blood curdling screams bouncing off the stone walls that surrounded them on three sides. Evelina glanced around her eyes darting this way and that as she stepped forward. She didn't let her nose even wrinkle as the stench burned her nostril hairs and made her eyes water. Nothing but a single finger coming to her lips as she gave the sign to remain silent.

Andromeda held her breath, squinting and plugging her nose with the stench that infiltrated this place. Salem had least been largely an outdoor adventure in the woods - but this was an established area, a torture dungeon from what she could tell where the stench had no chance of being eliminated. At Evelina's signal, Andromeda kept her mouth shut, looking around her to get some sort of idea as to why she had been brought here. As a history major, it was thrilling - but as a Paradox, it was frightening. History always was so much safer when learned about from the comfort of a dormitory study lounge.

Working her way through the narrow stone corridors one had to be careful not to touch them. It might be what one would believe a horror house might have been like if the bricks had been made from the mud from the Bog Of Eternal Stench. One touch and you might believe you would forever smell as this dungeon did. Eventually Evelina turned a corner and fell into a line of nuns walking, acting as if she had always been part of this line. A single finger pointed behind her for Andromeda to follow. Men, hungry and crazed reached through grotesque bars trying to grab the women as they passed.

Andromeda nodded, falling into line with the rest of the nuns. Without tilting her head towards them, she looked at the men behind the bars through the corner of her eye. Her heart went out to them - they looked like they were in horrible shape. For work supposedly done in the name of religion and salvation, it was pure and plain torture. Trapped in this putrid madhouse, she wondered how many of them would ever glimpse daylight again, but she kept her silence and followed the line, blending in as best as she could.

As they walked, they had to pass through the main dungeon, along a high wall that over looked the pit below. There, standing in center and making orders in Spanish the man himself, Torquemada. He was a smaller man, dressed in friar robes, his head shaved bald save for a thin circle of hair that rain around his hair line. When he went quiet, he looked like nothing one would ever worry about but when he spoke, his eyes darkened, he looked possessed. It was a terrifying sight to say the least. The nuns kept walking, silent, behind him and out the door of the main dungeon before starting to make their way up a long and rather narrow set of stairs.

Although Andromeda didn't speak Spanish, she couldn't help but feel wary about Torquemada. She remembered dimly lessons taught about him in her courses, yet they were nothing compared with the intense madness and darkness that seemed to claw its way out of his eyes. A shudder ran down her back, yet she forced herself to keep on moving, remaining in the row of nuns. Yet her heart trembled with anticipation and some nervousness as they began to walk upwards. She didn't remember what happened to nuns in this time period - it wasn't something she could have expected herself to remember, even before her previous life had become more dreamlike and fuzzy in her memories. Yet she trusted Evelina. She had to.

The door at the top of the stairs opened and guards, or were their worse, started pushing men and women alike down the stairs. The line of nuns tried to press against the narrow stretch but there was nothing to keep people from brushing and pressing against one another and the walls, the passage was just far too narrow. They were screaming, pawing, trying to grab the nuns, begging it seemed even if their words were in a language that Andromeda couldn't understand. In truth, neither could Evelina. She had never learned Spanish properly. There was reason for it. Her stern gaze however seemed to make them keep their hands off her, yet Andromeda was the last in line, their last chance, their last hope. So they grabbed as they were shoved further down. One refused to let go.

Andromeda turned her eyes to look at the man, seeing how gruesome and terrible he looked. He reminded her of Torquemada, yet his horridness was entirely different than his. She tried to pry his hand off of her, but he had a death grip on her. She would have told him to let go, but it was no use - she doubted he spoke any language she did. Maybe someone here would speak Latin - yet she found it unlikely. Instead, her eyes widened for a moment as she kept trying to get his grip off of her, only to watch as something dark seemed to push up against her veins, before it transferred into the man, spreading rapidly. Her breath caught in her throat, uncertain as to what had just happened, but she tried to keep calm. She didn't want a tornado to appear here.

Evelina reached down subtlety, her quick movement wrenching Andromeda free from the man before moving Andromeda ahead of her and back behind the nuns. The man screamed and started running down the stairs as the guards got to him. The nuns said nothing, not even looking as they made their way up the stairs and out into the light of day. Evelina made her Andromeda was away from any of the others moving down the stairs. While the smell of the air out in the main part of the prison was better, it was still horrid but in comparison it was like a field of daisies. One could breath without choking. It wasn't until they made the streets and Evelina found a chance for them to duck into another alleyway did they finally break away from the group of nuns. Quietly Evelina began to examine Andromeda where she had been grabbed. "Did he hurt you?"

Andromeda drew herself back from Evelina slightly. She didn't know what exactly had happened to him, but it had caused him to let go of her and the darkening of the veins creeped her out. "No, but...I'm not sure you should touch me..." Andromeda said softly. She didn't want Evelina to get hurt. "...I think I did something to him, actually..." She was trying her best to take calming and steadying breaths, thinking of Evelina's advice to her when her first ability had emerged at Ville au Camp.

Evelina gave her a look and grabbed her hands again to take a look, checking her arms and just overly being cautious at this point. "You gave him the Black Plague," she said in a calm voice and slowly let go. "And no, you can't give it to me. We are immune to disease. I've seen similar in other Paradoxes. You wouldn't be the first to induce an illness. Just breath deeply and let's go home. I know where another portal is," she said as she pulled at the neck of her habit and glanced around. This thing was stiffling, even for Evelina who always dressed prim and proper.

Andromeda nodded, taking in a deep breath as she looked back at Evelina. She appreciated her caution for her - it was motherly and her thoughts drifted for a split second back towards Belladonna's words many months ago. And at the same time, of when she was seven and had scraped her arms playing on the slide, her mother checking her over and cleaning the injuries. "...Alright, thank you," Andromeda said, taking another breath. It was a relief to know that she wouldn't be able to hurt others that she lived with - she didn't want to accidentally kill the Dice or wound the Cards or cause the Hat or the Watch to succumb to disease.

There was a nod from the Emendator. Turning she lead Andromeda through the streets. Things were not much better on the streets than they were in the dungeon. Finally they reached the edge of town and moved into a deep ravine where a river ran low. Under a bridge and then back through another portal that was hidden. Coming out Evelina wasted no time pulling the habit off her head. "How about tomorrow we go to the beach? I know a lovely hotel off the coast of Africa."

Andromeda matched Evelina's motions, pulling her own habit off and exposing her white locks to the light of day. She was grateful that the loop hadn't been put in weather that would give her a semi-permanent sunburn. The October day was practically as perfect as it could be for someone of her complexion. "...Beach sounds fun," Andromeda said, making a mental note to bathe in as much sunscreen as would be humanly possible before heading out the next day. Even if it didn't last the entire trip, it was better than nothing. "...Thank you, by the way, for giving me a second chance..." Andromeda added, not expecting Evelina to reply to it or say anything else, but she felt a need to say it - for whatever reason, Evelina had brought her back to life what felt like months ago now. Something she was grateful for.

There was a quirk of the brow. Evelina had never been thanked for bringing someone back, at least not with this type of genuine appreciation. Most either thought of it as a punishment or a way to get what they wanted in their previous life. The Emendator wasn't exactly sure what to say to that, it was an unfamiliar experience, which was saying something considering everything she had lived through during her existence. There was a bit of a smile to her lips and she nodded, before the stoic look she normally carried returned. "Do dress warm tomorrow, it will be frigid where we are going." That was an odd statement perhaps, island off the coast of Africa and she needed a jacket?

Andromeda looked at Evelina with confusion. She had been mentally imagining something loose and airy, in order to protect herself from the sun but also not overheat herself. Andromeda instantly started to imagine what sort of place they would be going and all she could imagine was perhaps a visit that took place during the ice age - or during one of them, at least. But for there to be a hotel? It just perplexed her more and more. "A cold African island? Sounds like a paradox," Andromeda said with a grin, making a subtle reference as well.
In Darke Magyk - Concluded → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Dragoknighte: Day 5

In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@17th Day Alright, looks good. Move him on over. He'll be brought in along with @FantasyChic's new character after training round 2 ends.
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