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My power grows exponentially each day as we come nearer to Halloween.
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In Darke Magyk - Concluded → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@mnkee@LadyRunic@Dragoknighte@KazAlkemi
Present Day - The Castle: December 22nd, 12,507 - 9:45 AM
@FantasyChic: "Technically they are only our adopted family... But they aren't too bad... We've met them a few times," Medea explained softly. Marya nodded in agreement. She considered Bruce to be their father by technicality. Their actual parents had died in a laboratory accident. The twins hadn't been fast enough to get them out, managing to only save their brother, Antonije. "His parents are really old..." Marya added. "But they only look like they're in their thirties, which is weird if you ask me - old people should look old."

"You mean like his grandparents? And they only look young because of Nova, she won't let anyone she cares about age. Oh, his aunt, though she is his mother's cousin not sister, is also the current ruler of Asgard." Marya nodded in agreement. "Too bad he likely won't get to be King of Asgard unless his sister dies." Marya then went over to one of the cupboards, pulling out a jar of marmalade and she jabbed her fingers into it, licking them clean. "And his older cousins. He's fourth in line."
Antonije Magnisky
Location: The Badlands: Port Witch Coven Safe House/Antonije's Observatory

Constance smirked slightly, seeing the document that Fleur had prepared. Her hair would grow back with time - as would her dignity. And she had a feeling that with Fleur's sleight of hand trick, her dignity would be restored quickly. "Now why don't you sign on the dotted line and run along? Give Medea and Marya my best," Constance told Bruce, regaining her sense of calm and control. Her accent was reminiscent of what we would call Virginian nowadays - her own mother had been from the southern region of the Big Wild Land Over the Ocean.

"It's my FUCKING door!" Antonije snapped, hitting his fist against the wall. He stepped to the side, that way no one could be standing in front of them. His silver-blonde hair fell over his eyes and his fists were clenched. "This is my house and I want all of you OUT now!" he added. Legally speaking, he was right - the Observatory belonged to him, his inheritance after his parents died. His temper was flaring up and Constance eyed him warily. She thought she had had a better grip on the boy. He then turned to look at Fleur and Bruce in particular. "And stop acting like my sisters are just pawns in some sick game!" he spat.
In Darke Magyk - Concluded → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@mnkee@LadyRunic@Dragoknighte@KazAlkemi
Present Day - The Castle: December 22nd, 12,507 - 9:45 AM
@BlueSky44: As Valda left the room, she'd hear a soft bell chime in her quarters, indicating that there is an intruder in the Palace. The ghosts that wander the halls however are a quicker alert system and one of them Appears to Valda, explaining that the situation is currently in the infirmary. The ghost will additionally add that neither of her siblings seem to have gained additional injuries, before the ghost vanishes. "So, did you see your mother?" Emperor Taj asked, the ghost not having Appeared to him and he didn't know that the bell meant an intruder. As far as where Rowland was, Valda would know that he'd be at Wizard Tower, per the discussion they had had earlier in the meeting. Arya was letting her mentor take on some of her duties, in order to better respond to the threats the Castle was facing.

@mnkee@KazAlkemi: Asha raised an eyebrow at Lyra. She ordered her? As much as she did not care for the definition of roles and status, there was a gap between them. Of course, it wasn't a social economic one, but rather, a moralistic view. Brushing aside Lyra's words, Asha turned to face Amarantha squarely. She saw no reason to coddle the woman. She had asked her a question and Asha saw no issue with answering it. "Your commander deserved to be slowly torn, limb by limb, and to have his heart removed and held for him to view while it still beat," Asha answered coolly. "I care not for kidnappers and abusers of children. Lyra, if you think his death was an abhorrent act, then I suggest you consider all of the pain and tragedy he has caused and would continue to seek out. Justice takes many forms and she has many faces."
Arya Rincewind
Location: Wizard Tower - 20th Floor ---> 1st Floor
Arya looked at her apprentice, curious for a moment as she stepped onto the Magyk staircase and waited a moment for Atkin, before setting them to double speed. The ExtraOrdinary Wizard had priority on use and a few groans and complaints could be heard as they whizzed down to the first floor, as a pair of Ordinary Wizards found themselves being sent down rather than going up to reach their rooms. She normally didn't do that, but it was an emergency. "You see Magyk as green? Curious, I've always seen it as purple...I wonder if perhaps you have a color blindness, as I've never heard of someone seeing Magyk as green."

Fixing her hair slightly, her cheeks had a faint tint to them. No, they weren't going instantly to the Manuscriptorium. As she practically leapt from the bottom step, the floor flashed a greeting up at her. It was enchanted and the texture was like sand, yet it never clung to your foot and it remained where it was, not making a mess:
IT IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY,
EXTRAORDINARY WIZARD

Arya grimaced. "You only receive messages like that when the Castle is in grave peril," she explained to Atkin. Whatever her mind had been on before, it was gone now and she was focused on the task at hand. She had anticipated that Queen Valda's rule would hardly been easy, yet she had been ruler for less than twenty four hours and already, massive riots had hit the streets...Though she supposed it was to be expected from a witch.

Yet what was to be expected from Asha the Magykal and Emperor Taj? The possibility that Asha had collected one of those stones, using it to enhance her power...It made sense, yet initially, Arya had assumed it was similar to her own amulet. ExtraOrdinary Wizards traditionally placed a portion of their Magyk within it before their death, allowing each subsequent successor to become more and more powerful. By tradition, the current one would place all of their Magyk inside it, meaning that Arya would be powerless without it.

Arya took a breath, opening the door and allowing Cuyler and Sylvi to come inside. She was relieved that Cuyler was alright - she had been incredibly worried about him - and she had the slightest hint of pink to her cheeks as she looked at him. "I...I am glad to see that you are well," she said, trying to retain a sense of professionalism. "I did not know you also knew Sylvi." She glanced at Atkin. "Atkin, this is Sylvi - she's a bard, someone who ties Magyk and music together."
Myrus Silvers
Location: the Palace - Infirmary
Rhys' luck has turned to the better when it comes to Magyk, it seems. His spell managed to stabilize Tom for the moment, but he isn't out of the woods yet and remains in critical condition. Rhys will be able to estimate that his Magyk on Tom will cease to take effect in a little over half an hour. His disguise Charm works excellently, causing him to have fair hair the color of straw and rich, dark black eyes. Becky noticed him appear in the room, yet as she looked over at him and saw his dark eyes, she paled, hoping it was just a trick of the light.

Myrus' condition was steadily improving. His eyes were following Skaoi as she worked, but she wouldn't be able to find anything physically wrong with him - beyond the symptoms, of course. Yet as Rhys appeared in the room, Myrus sprung upright, staring at the Darke Wizard that came to the room. Myrus' poor heart sped up and he gripped the pillow to his side defensively, convinced that this was yet another person come to hurt his sisters. Combined with the impact of Nera's meddling with his mind, and, well...

The pillow turned a slight off shade of pink, shimmering with energy as Myrus charged it. He wanted it to be a soft explosion, enough to scare Rhys off and make sure he didn't mess with Luna or Valda, but the amount of energy surrounding the pillow was HUGE. Becky gulped. "Prince Myrus, calm down..." she urged him, but she had noticed that once something became charged, there was no way to reverse the process. And once he let go, it'd blow.

"LEAVE MY SISTERS ALONE, YOU BUTTFACE!" Myrus shouted at Rhys, lobbing the pillow at him with military precision. Had Amarantha been there, she likely would have been a bit impressed. It hit Rhys in the stomach and exploded, the force sending Rhys flying backwards into one of the medical beds. He hit his head against the frame and for a moment, Rhys' vision would be doubled. He himself would need a healer now, as his head was bleeding.

"...I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Myrus then stammered, calming down a bit. He was worried that he might have killed Rhys or something.

Becky blinked for a moment, staring at Rhys. She wasn't certain if they should give him medical attention or not, but she discretely pulled a chord on the wall, signaling that there was an intruder in the Palace. "So, erm....Mr. Buttface, what business to you have here?" Becky asked, not certain what to call Rhys other than Myrus' attempt at swearing. She was a bit of an eccentric anyways.
In Current Mood in One Gif → 8 yrs ago Forum: Off-Topic Discussion
>Writing a bit of the next IC update and just....*happy sigh*
In The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed) → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jenna Westbrook
Location: Outside the Library ---> the Silver Mine
"Yes," Jenna said simply, giving Robin a look as if that was an incredibly dumb question to ask. In her opinion, it was obvious. This was the only other property that Sig-Bitch was connected to. Riley had already been confirmed as having been at the abandoned house, only to be moved to a different location. And this location was one where werewolves and shifters couldn't tread, protecting the demon's interests. And if Jenna was honest, she'd be disappointed if Sig-Bitch hadn't hid Riley there. It was the smartest and safest choice.

"Come on," Jenna said, fearlessly entering the mine itself and beginning to walk deeper into it. She wasn't going to call out for Riley - not yet. There was a good chance that she hadn't been left alone here and they'd only be betraying their hand. Of course this all assumed that the others would be coming inside with her. She didn't care if they decided not to.
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic@17th Day@Peridot
The Bus - Somewhere Over the Atlantic Ocean: August 30th, 2020 - 12:15 P.M.

@BlueSky44: Raynor was standing in Sparky's cabin, leaning against her desk. He had decided to just let her hide under the blanket, not sure if she wanted to talk to him or not. While Fury seeing them was less than ideal, he had a wary suspicion that his cousin might have had something to do with it. It was the sort of thing he did - putting people into awkward and compromising situations. He was unbearable on Valentine's Day, yet he knew it likely wasn't him. He was an entire reality away, after all. "Hey, Princess..." Raynor greeted softly, seeing Sparky poke her head out at him. "Look, I um....I'm really sorry that happened...I'll take full responsibility..."

@Peridot: Wherever Sami is, he'll receive a message from an unknown source. Of course, his gut will tell him that the sender must have been from someone high up in S.H.I.E.LD. command, if not from Fury himself. It also corresponds to the brief conversation that had previously. Unfortunately, it isn't news about his still missing uncle. Instead, it's a simple message, under five words: Eliminate von Bardas.
Dominika Novikova
Location: the Lounge (Level Two)
Skills: Dimensional Energy Perception (Passive)
"I'm fine, listening to Black Sabbath," Novikova said, taking her headphones off. She set her head lightly against Maria's chest, careful not to touch any of Maria's skin, as she relaxed slightly. They were friends first and foremost, and she felt incredibly safe around her. As Maria brought up Sparky and Raynor, Novikova nodded slightly. "There's something weird about him, Agent Blake...Like he knows something..." Of course, if he hurt her BFF and former roommate, he'd be dead, no doubt about it. Novikova then glanced up at Maria. "You don't think he's HYDRA, do you?" she asked softly.

As Tempest entered the room, Novikova couldn't help but appreciate the girl's looks. She was stunning. And helping to repair the imbalance between Communications, Operations, and Sci-Tech on the Bus. Yet her mind was still on Agent Blake, not knowing that they were going to be plunged into a mission shortly. He had been spending an awful a lot of alone time with Sparky - and maybe Tempest knew something about him? They both were agents with experience. She didn't know if they had worked together previously or not.

"Tempest...What do you know about HYDRA infiltrating SHIELD? Is it really over?" Novikova asked, curious. She was leaving Niah be, not sure if she wanted to talk or be a part of this conversation. Evidence had come to light that Nikolova was involved with HYDRA as well. "And Agent Blake....What is he? A mutant?"
Director Fury
Location: C.O.'s Office (Level Three)
Jim shook his head at Cass' comment about the Brotherhood. In his experience, movements like Jakobsen's only served to further empower groups like the Brotherhood. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger - and with O.M.E.N.'s transgressions against mutants, more were beginning to think that Magneto was right. They only narrowly avoided genocide - if they stood by idly, what's to say that wouldn't happen again? "If it was that simple to discourage Magneto and his band of asshats, the X-Men would've retired ages ago," Jim pointed out.

Fury gave Jim a bit of a side eye. "The weapons vary in design - they're constructed out of salvaged remains after fights involving the Avengers, Fantastic Four, X-Men, Defenders, Alpha Flight...You name it, they're picking up the leftovers and seeing what they can put together. Intel says von Bardas' top engineer is calling himself the Tinkerer - since everyone needs have a fucking codename these days."

"The location is Castle Doomstadt in Hassenstadt, the most populous city of the Latveria region. Fucking medieval ass castle was converted into the state house, von Bardas will be there. It's also where we believe the weapons are being shipped off to the highest bidder - and of course, made in some dank ass basement below. Weather is prone to rain like shit, so be prepared for that, and the temperature is fairly cool...And yes, Agent Abercrombie, stealth. This cannot and I mean cannot be traced back to the United States." There was a silent implication to that. If they were caught, S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't be able to come save them.
In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Virginia Crypt
Location: The Road North
Skills: N/A
Virginia let out a bit of a melancholic sigh. The figures in the woods, the static in the air...It was the Soulless, acting as a collective once more. It was a sight that was becoming beautifully and alarmingly common. And then with the signs of dear Mosi...Perhaps there was a message from her father to be found as well. Yet she knew that she could not convince Mary to stay and the horse seemed to have made the decision for them both, heading as far as it could as reality seemed to warp slightly around them.

"Do you see this distortion?" Virginia asked Mary, incredibly curious. As disappointed as she was that they couldn't remain to explore the strange events, they seemed to have found themselves in another place of oddity. Perhaps this was again some sort of work of a dark force - maybe Veliona was looking out for them. The Dark Mother could have been capable of this, Virginia was certain. Yet it also struck her as odd in its own right - how far were they now from Millicent's likely location? And what became of Elizaveta?
Maeve Brennan
Location: Kirkpatrick House: Tea Room
Skills: Deception
Maeve's eyes widened ever so slightly at the scone landed in her lap. Had this happened back at home, she would have hit the offender over the head with her stick - unless it was Roisin. For Roisin, she'd just teach her daughter better aim. And she was a child. Maeve saw children as filled with potential - none more so than her own - and at least for the moment, worthy of receiving the benefit of the doubt. Try as she might, she wasn't able to get a read on Calum. She didn't know if he was genuine - or even if he was someone that could be trusted despite the deceptions. Or maybe this was just how he was.

"I don't tink I 'av much av a choice as ter whether or not I'm gettin' a scone nigh, do I?" Maeve said rather pointedly, picking up the scone and smoothing her dress to remove any residual powder that had been left behind. She didn't know if Lady Kirkpatrick expected her to refuse to eat the scone, but it was in her nature to not care. A scone that spent a few seconds touching the fabric of a dress was perfectly edible. Yet from the information she had gleaned about Lady Kirkpatrick, she was certain she would have done the same - at least in her early years.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: Jakobsen for President Campaign Center: Jakobsen's Office ---> Sidewalk
Guin headed outside with Mary, trying not to freak out too much about Muscles and her own Pietro. She had a slight notion that Pietro would be completely fine when she found him - but it was most likely wishful thinking. Muscles essentially came from an end-of-the-world timeline - and things seemed to have accelerated due to the arrival of those from the future. For a split second, she considered whether it was some sort of impact of quantum mechanics. Her future self would know - Guin was certain of that.

As she spotted the blood on the sidewalk, she couldn't help but feel confused. Had someone followed them to the meeting with Jakobsen? Although it was New York City and it wouldn't have been the strangest thing to see on the pavement, with the attack on the tower and Mary's seeming belief that the blood meant nothing good...Her stomach churned again. What if one of their friends had died? All during their attempts to get information on Jakobsen? It was enough to distract her from Nina's latest episode of bitchiness.

She took off at a run. Her family was at Stark Tower. It was her home. Her eyes swept the sidewalk, looking for a quick means of transportation that she could 'borrow' but there was nothing there. It was all up to a sprint to Stark Tower. Muscles was moving slowly and it freaked her out, but the thought that maybe the blood out on the pavement had belonged to a friend of hers...She didn't want to think about it. Certainly not if it was her father, Pietro, or Lance's blood.

"Should I try calling someone while we run?" Guin asked, catching up to Mary. "Also, the blood...I think someone might have followed us from the mansion...And if I had to make bets based on everything that happened...that might be Allison's blood..." she explained, freaking out.
Folly Valeska
Location: Jakobsen for President Campaign Center: Hallway ---> Sidewalk
Once outside, Folly paused and looked at the blood on the ground. It wasn't a sight she was unaccustomed to seeing. Even before she lost her sanity, blood had been common at Cirque Anomaly. Trainers would make a poor move with an animal, acrobats and performers would get injured, her father would beat her mother...All of them spilled the same blood onto the ground. She could not help but focus in on it, attempting to read the blood like a record of the past. Yet it was only on the sidewalk. There wasn't much to go on, irritatingly so - someone seemed to have tried to clean it up.

She took off to a run across the street, rather than following Mary she went to the people gathered there. "What just happened?" she asked, looking at them with keen eyes. However, she was met with blank stares and shrugs, as well as a young boy taking selfies of himself and his boyfriend. Had she not thrived on committing atrocious deeds without leaving a trace, she would have been perplexed at the lack of witnesses. The blood had to be connected to Jakobsen, she was certain of it.

"Can I help you?" one of the strangers asked, since Folly was just standing there, and she shook her head. Looking over at Future Pietro, she decided a topic had to be broached. "If you can't run, Palla Latchi, maybe it's time you have her use the link...Then we can know exactly what to expect."

"No, not right now... And don't mock me about running... I already feel like I'm running slower than a snail..."

Folly raised an eyebrow, looking at him. "The blood on the sidewalk, it has to be connected....We don't know the situation we're going to at the tower, whereas she can find out in seconds. Tell her or I will."

"Try to tell her and I'll use my speed to the best of my abilities to make sure you don't damn it. I'm saving my energy to fight Sentinels, but I'll use it to make sure you don't say anything if I have to."

"Why don't you want her to know?" Folly asked, confused. Of course, she also doubted Future Pietro would be able to beat her in a fight like this. He was fast, but he couldn't heal like she could.

"Because younger me didn't want her to know, alright? So no, we aren't going to tell her if we don't have to, and we don't have to yet."
Dean Kesseli
Location: Jakobsen for President Campaign Center: Sidewalk Outside ---> In a (White) Van (With Candy)
Dean was having a whirlwind of emotions as he was put into the van crudely with the others. The callous treatment for mutant life - human life, really, in Dean's opinion - hit him hard. This was exactly what Xavier's school had been meant to change - treatment of living beings as something less than dirt. Even as he was handcuffed and bound, with two gunshot wounds, Dean couldn't help but think of others - like the Morlocks - who didn't even have the option to pass as human if they wanted to. He would've dropped something of his - in an attempt to warn the group inside of what happened to them - but it was all so fast.

That very fact worried him even more as he looked at the others. Such speed and precision? They had been preparing for this, training for it even. And it was probably not the first time that they'd grabbed mutants from the streets before. However, there was something else that needed to be handled...This small splinter group had no idea what was happening at Stark Tower - and if they hadn't run off, they would have been there to help defend it. He wouldn't have had to run after them in an ultimately failed attempt to save them. "So uh...Since you guys left, Magneto showed up offering to help and shortly after that, Sentinels attacked...I noticed you guys were missing when the attack started, since I was checking that everyone was....well, not dead," Dean explained.

"...And if I'm going to be honest, it doesn't look good," he added. "Look, I get you had your reasons for running off and that you all hate Mary or whatever...but I think the people at Stark Tower, those innocent kids, could've used you being there to protect them...Did you accomplish whatever it is you wanted to do?" he asked, hopeful that this entire thing hadn't been for nothing.
In Let's Gush! → 8 yrs ago Forum: Roleplaying Discussion
Okay, got to gush in here about one person in particular...The incredibly dedicated, hardworking, intelligent, funny, compassionate, diligent, kind, and creative @Lady Amalthea.

If you haven't met Lady A, then you are seriously missing out. She runs the best damn RPs on this forum, with *multiple* RPs over the 2 year mark and several that reached the conclusion of the storyline. Her plots are well thought out and never obvious - and they just have everything. I myself have never really gotten into the Walking Dead as a TV show or comic book line - but hell, her Walking Dead RP is one of the most enjoyable RPs I have ever been in and allows an intense examination of human nature...alongside drugged up unicorns and SpaghettiO's wars.

Each RP is better than the one before it but not only are they a hell of a lot of fun, she teaches you to be a better writer and RPer. She puts in time and energy where she doesn't have to, just to see her RPers leave her RPs better equipped to handle the next one. Not a lot of GM's on the site take time to do that - in fact, I haven't seen anyone else who does.

And when the forum started crashing constantly, threatening the loss of IC posts and CS's? She made a damn back up forum. Now, I'm sure you're thinking ~well I can make one in two seconds, bare minimum, and we can host special things there.~ No. Lady A doesn't roll like that. Not only do we have hundreds of IC posts saved there, she designed a custom award system with the CUTEST graphics (like seriously, they are adorable!!!) and got the board a custom skin, as well as base avatars that match the board's theme.

Her dedication knows no limits and if this hasn't convinced you of just what an amazing person she is, just take a look at the numerous resources she's made for RPG - including guides on how to start RPing and how to develop your own RP! But wait, she also will be there for your, listening to your problems in real life and supporting you. She goes above and beyond the job of a GM and deserves more thanks than we could possibly give her.

SO THANK YOU LADY A!!!! <3

In Current Mood in One Gif → 8 yrs ago Forum: Off-Topic Discussion
In 🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Cecily Ashworth
Location: Sidewalk Across the Border
Skills: Deduction
Cecily hesitated - if she hadn't been paranoid before this entire mess (with the rough starting part being the murder of Danica Graves in her mind), she certainly was now. Justice wasn't a normal town and with Natasha dead, she couldn't help but wonder if Justice's roots had spread out across the country. Yet the man on the phone - Natasha's fiancé - seemed to be genuine. Natasha trusted him, she was constantly talking with him during the trip, and her heart went out to him. He seemed to be a man in genuine pain due to losing a loved one.

And besides, she hadn't been asked to return to Justice - he asked for her to go to Chicago. It was away from Justice and away from Mexico. The odds that something would happen in a city void of connection - they seemed low to her and she relaxed ever so slightly, as much as she could in her current emotional state. Maybe he'd know what Natasha had meant - why she'd lie. After all, he was going to marry her...She took another shaky breath. "S-s-sure....I-I th-think I can get them to tr-transfer her..." Cecily squeaked out. She honestly didn't know, but it felt like the right thing to say.

Her hands still wouldn't stay quite still as she typed out a response to Roy: Dr. Strange. She didn't want to type out Natasha's name. Maybe her phone had been tapped. She hoped Roy would understand from that name. It was all she could think of to say.

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