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In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Guin Stark
Location: Stark Tower: Medical ---> the Quinjet
Guin took a deep breath, trying to keep the link open - the information flowing - but she didn't really know what she was doing, as she took the phone from Carolina as pretty much everyone shifted down to medical. Her hands felt a bit clammy as she panned through the phone, finally zooming in on a location about five miles out - which at least in New York City was incredibly close. "...They didn't go far..." Guin told Mary, Muscles, and the others, a bit quieter than she usually was. She then handed the phone to Mary, since she was the leader. "Traffic is insane but...There's the Avengers quinjet that could probably take a team there quickly. It's got stealth mode too..." Well, for Guin standards this was pretty quiet.

"That's good, won't take us too long to catch up to them then," Mary said, looking at the phone.

"...I can go prep the plane..."

"Alright then... Go for it..." she said, giving her a slight smile. Guin nodded, putting her hands in her pockets. She left medical and headed upstairs, keeping clear of the wreckage and destruction of her home. In the lab, she grabbed a pair of what looked like the metal gloves of an Iron Man suit. She then headed to where the quinjet was kept, relieved to see that it was largely in tact. Guin then headed inside of the plane, turning on the engines and getting them ready to go. It reminded her a bit of when she and Lance had "borrowed" a plane a few years back...

"...Is there a reason why you're following me?" she asked softly, not really certain why he had come with her. She still felt shaken, learning that apparently she had some sort of secret connection with Pietro that she didn't know about. When was he going to tell her about it? What did it mean for her privacy and personal space? Would she ever be able to be alone with her thoughts again?

"...I'm wondering if you're okay, especially since the younger me isn't here to hover over you and check on you."

"Physically, mentally, or emotionally?" However, it wasn't just the mental link that was troubling her...it was their plan of action. All of their time talking to Jakobsen may as well have been wasted - J.A.R.V.I.S. hadn't found any information yet in the data they recovered and now, some of their friends had been abducted. They were about to attack a U.S. government facility and break them out with the help of the Brotherhood...and destroy the facility. Sure, O.M.E.N. was a horrible and corrupt organization...but to an outsider, the X-Men were about to commit an act of terrorism - to inflict their will upon the world.

"All of the above." Wasn't that exactly what O.M.E.N. was afraid that mutants would do? "I'm fine," she said, shaking her head as she went to the consoles and started programming in a flight plan as well. And what about the future? She couldn't shake the feeling that they weren't making anything better...that they were just rushing faster and faster towards oblivion. "...If you say so."

"I do." Of course, it was a lie. She felt stressed and worried. If they were going to attack O.M.E.N., they should have done it earlier - when they were at full strength. She hated to admit it, but Allison and the others - though they went about it the wrong way - had had a point. "Alright then..." he said, falling silent now. Guin finished the prep work for the flight, sitting down in the pilot's seat. There was a small sticker that said J.A.R.V.I.S. IS MY COPILOT and she smiled slightly at it. "...I'm sorry we fucked it all up...I don't know if you'll see your wife again..." she then said quietly.

"...Don't worry, you guys didn't screw everything up, it isn't your fault."

"Really? Because now half of the team is locked up in an O.M.E.M. facility, probably about to get probed or some bullshit, and the injured team is teaming up with the Brotherhood to commit an act that can easily be sold as domestic terrorism...I don't see any version of this that is going to end well, so I'm sorry, but the future is fucked. You should have just gone back in time and made a new mutant homeland or some shit instead to survive..."

"Look, things may seem bad now, but trust me, it doesn't look like that to me. Here, in this time era, things are better than they were, and we can prove to people that we are in the right. Yes, it may seem like that, but things will get better."

"...Or we just made the future a lot darker a whole lot faster...."

"You don't know that... If I felt like we were going to fail, I would have asked Thalia to look into the time stream or something to see what's going on."
Folly Valeska
Location: Stark Tower: Medical
Folly had remained relatively quiet as she assisted in the move of the injured, glancing over at Dr. Banner as he arrived and set to work. She disliked Mary's plan, not because of whether or not she believed it would work - but because of the danger it would place Mary in. Yet as she glanced at Sara, something took a hold of her and she approached the girl, extending her hand. "You can copy abilities, yes? In the upcoming fight...I want you to copy mine," Folly told her. "I regenerate very quickly. It will keep you safe and protected."

Damon nodded at Mary, eager to get on with this. He wanted to go and protect those at the facility - those that he had already failed. "Let's go," he said simply. "Who can fight?" he then asked, as the Stark girl gave the location and headed off to prep the jet, with Future Quicksilver following behind her. "I can," Folly said, glancing around the room. The little kids should remain behind, but they had a good handful of people who could do this job.

"...Not everyone is going to come back from this mission," she then said softly.
Dean Kesseli
Location: OMEN Facility - Cell Block (Area 51, Probably)
They weren't making much progress when it came to ramming the glass - and yes, they didn't have much of a plan for what to do if it broke. It once again made him wonder how some of the X-Men without combative powers managed to get by. Sure, they didn't have their powers currently - but how did Stark Jr. manage to fight with the team when her powers did nothing? His thoughts broke away from that as a group of O.M.E.N. agents came to get them and he suddenly felt incredibly hungry, noticing that he was able to perceive things a bit faster as well.

"...Power's back on," he whispered to his cellmates. Once the cell door was open, he lunged forward, grabbing the gun from the agent. It fumbled about in his hand for a moment before he could get a proper grip on it. He had the gun aimed at the agent he had stolen it from. "Hey man, if you want to live, your friends need to drop their weapons and put their hands where I can see them." But predictably, the agents didn't do anything of the sort, instead pointing their guns at Dean. "...That figures, I was going to be nice," he muttered, before he fired off seven shots, using his agility to help. He hit four of them, taking down two of them. The other two that he hit, one was hit in the leg and the other in the arm.

He was hoping that the others would have their powers active soon, since his had come back. He went for another round of shots, taking down one of the previously injured agents and then hitting another in the arm. But Dean had never trained for combat before in his life and one of the agents shot him, hitting him in the stomach as he stumbled backwards, falling to the ground and bleeding profusely.

"Hey...hey Maximoff...I bet they didn't see that coming..." Dean mumbled, his head hitting against something solid - the floor? the wall? the cell door? He couldn't tell.

"Now is not the time for some bad joke or whatever."

"If I bleed out and die....Make sure prom happens...."

"You aren't going to die you idiot, so just shut up."

"I'm just gonna take a nap....."

"Nope, someone punch him to stay awake for me would ya?"

Dean then closed his eyes, his breathing beginning to slow. He felt so tired...
In Agents of SHIELD - Concluded → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

"...OUT OF THE SHADOWS INTO THE LIGHT..."
@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@FantasyChic
Hassenstadt, Latveria Region, Serbia: August 30th, 2020 - 1:45 P.M.


@Nallore: Up in command center, Kennedy checked his phone and got a bit of a pensive look, before he headed over to the bar and started to make himself a drink. It was strange and difficult, being back in this area, but he had to keep the bigger picture in mind. "I won't tell if you don't," he offered, passing over a drink to Cassandra - her usual. Drinking on the job was frowned upon but his hands were shaking and he just wanted to keep his head clear. Alcohol helped him with that, funnily enough.

A moment later, Jim frowned. "...Did you hear that?" he asked, grabbing his sidearm as he stood up. There was another loud BANG from the lower levels and then a soft whine, as the power in the Bus was killed. They were plunged into darkness and the emergency lights on the ground turned on. He then coughed slightly, seeing the ground carpeted in what could have been smoke or gas. "Reed, the masks..." he coughed, rushing over to a box with emergency supplies as he put on a gas mask and tossed one to her.
Raynor Blake & Dominika Novikova
Location: Outside of Castle Doomstadt ---> Inside (First Floor Entranceway)
Skills: Dimensional Energy Perception (Passive), Lock Picking, Stunt Driving, Light Manipulation, Infiltration, Security Analysis
Raynor frowned, as he parked the vehicle in a darker/more secluded spot outside of the Castle. He would have expected a communication from Kennedy and Reed by now - but there was nothing. Turning on the car radio, he listened to the channel - and there was just static. "...Probably nothing..." he said, reassuring the others more than himself. He had ever expectation that he would walk out of this conflict unscathed.

"...If there's someone inside that beam of light, we need to help them," Novikova reasoned. She then bit her lip. It would likely just be to put them out of their misery, in her experience. For someone to be inside of that thing, alive...It must have been certain agony. Death would be the only thing that could be done for them. Raynor nodded at Tinley, agreeing with what she said about stealth. "I can do stealth, ma'am," he said. He then held out his hands and they seemed to shimmer for a moment, until he bent the way light moved around them, making them invisible as a group as long as they stayed together to the world.

"Let's get going, okay? And be quiet...this won't block out sound." There was only one entrance to the facility from what Novikova could tell - the front door. She picked the lock quietly, until she opened the door. Raynor did a quick check and there didn't seem to be any hostiles in sight.

"Clear." Novikova, Raynor, Nikolai, Sami, and Lee then all entered the building, without any knowledge of the events that were happening miles away at the Bus...
In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jack Newnan
Location: Headland: E. Main Street (E7 - Station Wagon Back Seat Driver's Side)
Skills: Survival
Jack did a quick look around them, but he honestly wasn't able to focus on anything but Jamie. The baby was taking all of his attention - that and the growing anger of the swollen eye that son of a bitch had given Tatiana. If he wasn't already dead, Jack would kill him again. However, there was a chance that he'd get to do that anyways if they waited around too long. If it hadn't been for the incoming tornado, Jack would have been tempted to wait around and waste a bullet. But Tatiana and Jamie took priority.

God, Jamie was adorable! He kept on getting distracted by the baby as he climbed into the station wagon, sitting on the driver's side of the back seat, with the baby next to him in the center. He kept on grinning at the adorable little tyke, ready to defend him at a moment's notice. He hoped that Ash would take the seat next to Jamie - he sure as hell didn't want Amelia there (he trusted her, but already when it came to Jamie he only really wanted Tatiana or his best friend around him). "Hi Jamie, say Da-da," Jack whispered to the baby.
Beatrice Decker
Location: Quincy: Inside House (D8)
Skills: Shelter Construction
Beatrice glanced over at Thalia and sighed, rolling her eyes slightly. "¿Simpatía? No hago simpatía. La simpatía es para aquellos que son demasiado débiles para cuidarse a sí mismos, ese no eres tú. La lata no es mía de todos modos - la marina lo encontró1" Thalia didn't need their sympathy. She was short a hand - so what? It didn't make Thalia any less of a badass and it seemed that she was pulling through just fine from Beatrice's standpoint. "Además, si eso pudiera venir de mí, te hubiera dejado que lameras la tapa2."

Scolding/flirting aside, she considered the matter at hand. With the wind dying down, did they really need to position the mattresses and blankets in front of the windows? She was about to tell Manny to forget her request when she snapped out of it, coming to her senses. There was no telling when the wind could pick back up and even if it wasn't the wind she was worried about, there were walkers. Glass wasn't going to hold up against the undead very well. It would keep them hidden and sound low, something they'd need with Thalia being out of commission for a while.

She then glanced at Alex, hearing his request. It was absolutely boiling inside. "...As much as I'd love to prevent deaths by heat stroke, until we know that we're secure here, windows should stay shut," she said, wiping a bit of sweat off of her forehead. "Manny, let's put the mattresses against the windows here in the main room - we can then put blankets over the other windows..." she instructed him.


In Darke Magyk - Concluded → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Nallore@BlueSky44@FantasyChic@mnkee@LadyRunic@Dragoknighte@KazAlkemi
Present Day - The Castle: May 4th, 12,508 - 9:45 AM
@Nallore@mnkee@KazAlkemi@LadyRunic: Let's recap, shall we? Tristan was trying to woo Luna, only to let out one MASSIVE fart and his companion, Fyror, has had a heart attack out of nowhere. Our trained resident badass, Amarantha, believes herself to be poisoned with belladonna. Luna is hearing voices and poor Skaoi, she just walked into one hell of a clusterfuck...

Now, let's see what happens next...

Fyror's condition is rapidly deteriorating. If there were a fully staffed medical ward and Physik cures available - perhaps a few Magyk users on hand - he would have a 50% chance of survival. As it is now, his heart has stopped beating and he won't be waking up anytime soon. Amarantha is going to start seeing spots, but she will still be conscious and in control of her faculties. As for Tristan...He's going to feel like he's having one massive anxiety attack and a bit of shortness of breath - building pain in his chest as well...

@LadyRunic: Esmeralda stared at Rhys for a moment, still unable to see through his disguise. But she had conducted a runic cast earlier and knew that a man of his appearance would enter her shop, carrying information about her son - the son that had been missing for years after she let her no-good brother watch him for a month. In a fluid movement, she had pushed Rhys onto a chair and was practically straddling him, a knife to his throat.

"Ya wanna try that again?" she asked him, her words filled with venom. The blade cut into his throat slightly - not enough to seriously wound him, just enough to let him know that she meant business.

@mnkee@BlueSky44: Look as much as she does for Myrus, Valda won't have a clue as to where he is. She would have better luck just sitting down and waiting for him to start looking for her. However, Lyra will spot a rat scurrying around the halls. It seems to have come from the southern passageway that leads to the attic quarters of some servants. Yet the cacophony of the infirmary is echoing through the halls as well and will most likely need their attention...

@FantasyChic: Constance nodded, coughing up a bit of blood as she thought. Her brain felt like it was glitching when she had coughing fits, as if it was disconnecting with the rest of her body. And simultaneously, she felt as if she were on the verge of some greater understanding...another plane of being altogether. Jezebel looked at her warily. "Please tell me you ain't about to collapse, bitch," she muttered.

However, something did come to mind for Constance, and she eyed Crow warily for a moment. "Not in mixed company - I don't trust warlocks," she scoffed.

"Of course," Crow said, giving a smile. "I'm sure you will succeed in creating a new dawn, Witch Messiah..." he then swept out of the room, leaving just the girls.

Constance then cast a quick Silence spell, preventing anyone from eavesdropping. "There's..." she coughed up blood, her skin turning a sickly grey - like used and faded charcoal. Her veins were prominent and dark and she stumbled backwards, hitting the wall. There was a certain fear in her eyes. This was Stage Three - the next stage was a coma. "...Hellfire..." she muttered, before Jezebel caught her, looking at Fleur with worry.

"We need to get her to bed now," Jezebel cautioned.

Arya Rincewind
Location: Wizard Tower - 20th Floor
Arya glanced at Atkin, noting that he had uncharacteristically fallen silent. If he didn't start to drink his tea soon, she had half a mind to Cause him to drink, whether he cared for it or not. He was ill and as his guardian, it was her duty to tend to her apprentice in this time. She supposed that she could have just ushered him off down to the Junior Apprentice Dormitory with the others and written him off, but she found that distasteful when there was a perfectly good spare bedroom on the 21st floor.

"Hunting werewolves, of course," Arya told Cuyler with a slight smile. When not having to act as a representative of the Castle, she could be a bit more carefree and playful. There were slight hints of the person she might have been without the enormous burden of ExtraOrdinary Wizard - especially in a time with an untried Witch Queen. She then looked at the herbs he had pulled from his pack with curiosity, not recognizing any of them.

She took another sip of her tea. "Perhaps we might take these to some of the Physik women who live in the Forest...I must confess, I do not know what these herbs are and I would hate to waste precious resources. They would be more apt to use them for the care of those poor souls afflicted with this illness." She then glanced at Atkin for a moment, feeling another pang of guilt. She never should have taken him on as her apprentice - he had been doomed to death by either illness or the Queste.

"...That is the object of the lesson, of course. Learning the essential skills for practical potion making - Magyk free due to Atkin's condition."
Myrus Silvers
Location: the Palace - Attic
Myrus held his breath for a moment, sitting on a dusty crate covered in a white sheet. He was a bit scared, yet he knew that it had to be done and he searched his pockets for a moment, finding nothing that was particularly useful. He took off the bracelet and ring that he wore, setting them aside. A dusty knife near the window caught his eye and he walked over to it, picking it up.

Myrus was scarcely six years old, sitting in bed as his father, Fendrel, looked down at him with a smile. He slipped a ruby red ring off of his finger and held it out to Myrus. "This ring has been in my family for generations - the Silvers family, not the Royal Family - and is passed from father to son..."

"What does it do, Father?"

"It's a guarantee of safe passage through the hellfire," Fendrel explained. "As long as you have this ring, you will be allowed through, my son."

Myrus' eyes glanced back at the ring, shaking his head slightly. He took a shuddering breath, recalling something he had heard one of the ghosts say about his father. He doubted it was true - but lately, he also just didn't know what to believe...Could his father have been such a man? He just didn't know, as he picked up the blade and made a clean cut on his lower left arm, staring at the blood that blossomed from the wound and hit the ground in tiny droplets.

It stung more than it hurt - yet at the same time, he felt an overwhelming sensation of relief and ecstasy. But it was ephemeral and Myrus drew his blade again, creating another wound close to the other, the ruby red liquid pushing itself out to the surface as his body ached and his soul cried out into the darkness.
Antonije Magnisky
Location: Number 40 Alchemie Way - the Basement
Antonije chuckled, thinking for a moment as he tried to come up with a description for just how awful Sylvi's hair was. It looked like a rat's nest - or perhaps a burrow that some creature in the Badlands would make to avoid being spotted by a Port Witch and becoming the Coven's dinner. "Silvija, it's just bad!" he emphasized with another laugh, before he got up and out of the bed, tugging all of the blankets off of her and tossing them aside with a smirk. It was the same way he got his siblings out of bed - just take away the source of warmth.

"Maybe I ought to cut all of your hair off, actually, could be easier that way..." he mused, looking like he was seriously considering it. He then headed over to the dresser, grabbing some clothes and throwing them on. He wasn't going to put on his nice clothes until he absolutely had to. He figured they'd look horrible if he did anything else - probably get a million different stains that Myth would interrogate him about.

"They're called diesses!" Marya explained to Myth, sticking to Myde English that way she could be understood. It annoyed her that Myth didn't speak Serbian, but on Myth's wedding day, she decided not to bug her about learning it. Not this early, anyways. Perhaps later on in the day that could be arranged. She then seemed to become a silver blur for a moment, before she was there on the couch again, a piece of paper in her hand.

"Huh, Tata, seems you got a fan..." Marya mused, before she handed the letter to Myth.
In Experiment X → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Ellie Theriot
Location: Xavier's Jet
Ellie scoffed, hearing everyone's non-committal answers to what needed to be done. Did they really think that any of the human guards would show them that same hesitation? Humans didn't show mutants mercy. She rubbed her arms slightly and as she blinked, in the split second her eyes were closed, she could still see the fire and gasoline that her supposed brothers had tried to use to kill her. Mutants were the abominations that were due to inherit the Earth. "Do ya really think that they'd give us the same mercy?" Ellie scoffed, putting out her cigarette on the tray table.

"Les vierges pauvres," she then muttered with a bit of a huff. "Ils pensent que nous sommes parasitaires!" She then huffed again as Katalina asked what would happen if things went south. Ellie had no doubt that the humans would kill them. Everyone here seemed to be naive to that fact and she got up, not caring if they were allowed to move about the plane, and she walked off until she was sitting by herself. The others could do what they wanted. But she wasn't going to hold back.

Not one bit.
In 🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1 → 8 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Professor Walnut
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Central Hall -> Starry Salon
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Walnut couldn't help but feel disappointed. Why hadn't these people gone off with the rest of the pack as well? She longed for the silence of an empty room, quiet enough that she could hear her own beating heart. Yet to add insult to injury, one of the mongrels decided to come and speak with them. Her method of deriving pain through suffering - if she did such a thing - were her own. "Perhaps I ought to give you some special treatment," Walnut quipped, looking at her with a steady gaze.

She nodded, taking Titian's arm as she ventured forward with him, leaving the central hall for the aptly named starry salon. There was a genuine smile on her face as she took it in, looking around at the exquisite decorations. She would quite like to have a room of her own like this. Perhaps one day she would. "Doesn't the ceiling look like the falling snow would just overwhelm you?" Walnut whispered, enjoying the exotic atmosphere. What was damn cheery for some was exquisite for the others - just as what is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.
In 🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Nora Kingston
Location: Docks - The Ferry (Main Deck)
Skills: N/A
Nora had been hoping for some more conversation and discussion of the mythology that Lady Munn had raised, but it would seem that it would have to wait. She had no doubt it would recommence at dinner and likely be a topic of much discussion throughout the duration of the ferry trip. She did hope that she would not get too sea sick. When it came to matters of constitution, Nora always felt a bit apprehensive that she would lapse back into her childhood illness. Pulling out her own ticket, she saw that she was on the elite deck - and for a brief moment, she wondered whether it was because she was one of the intellectuals...or if it was again just due to the circumstances of her birth.

"Lady Munn, where is your room? I could walk with you if you wish," Nora said softly. She did not mind walking to her room alone, but she also figured that Lady Munn might need some assistance due to her clumsy nature. Yet at the same time, Nora did enjoy her company and would look forward to the opportunity to spend some more time talking with her. She had to imagine that after Peter's sudden passing, company would help...though George's company seemed to help put a smile on Vera's face as well, Nora could not help but note.
Gene Benaszewski
Location: Docks - The Ferry (Main Deck) ---> Heading to the Second Deck
Skills: N/A
Gene smirked slightly at Josephine. While some might have found the sweetest thing to be a bit patronizing, it amused Gene to no end. She had recently been met with nothing but attitude by a new group that she had met. They were basically screaming toddlers. And now, here was a woman, responding to her in a much more positive manner. Yes, Gene was certain they would get along swimmingly - mostly because she was already at her limits with some other individuals and could use some positive company before she completely snapped.

She also couldn't help but notice how people were deferring to the ones with qualifications and expertise here. It was refreshing and she almost longed to just stay on this boat forever, eating candy in the company of these extremely British people. If only there were more Brits back at home - everything was so polite and no one was acting like an entitled child. She was snapped out of her thoughts by George's comment about her getting the brains and him getting the looks, rolling her eyes but she giggled slightly at it. "Oh, I have some stories I could tell you about Georgie..." Gene mused with a mischievous glint in her eye, nodding a bit though at her brother's words. She did have some things to tell him.

Gene had already noted which room she was on - she had a room on the second deck. "I'm on the second deck," she added to him, as she took out her papers and headed that way, ready to show her identification and tickets if needed. "These people seem brilliant, Georgie, I have t'say." Of course, her impression of them could easily change.
In Rise of the Evos → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Scott Rydzynski
Location: His Apartment - Seattle, Washington
Interacting With: Olivia
Scott stared at Olivia, processing the information. Three bodies had turned up, all with the same M.O. It was surprising to him - mostly because he figured that the FBI would be involved. Crimes that gruesome, the government had to have found the same connection by this point. It would only be a matter of time then before suits started rounding up people looking into them, wondering if they were the killers seeking attention or fame. He didn't want to get mixed up in that.

"First of all, I can't just take someone else's kids with me on a trip to New York," Scott told Olivia. However, there was another thought that occurred to him. "And secondly, how the hell do I know that you aren't the killer? What if this is your M.O. - luring people out to meet you during these fucked up visiting sessions? Telling them that you'll protect them, only to kill them? It'd explain how you know so much about the killings too - details I bet the public doesn't know either. And that you're seeing connections others aren't."
In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Virginia Crypt
Location: Carlisle (F7 ---> F8)
Skills: Nakai, Pavati
Virginia observed that Mary was having some difficulty with her Ryne, and if it had been any other moment, she would have taken a moment to appreciate how beautiful Mary looked with some of her blood spilled on the pavement. It was a sight that would have caused something to stir within her. Yet practicing the technique Nakai, her mind and body were both focused on the task at hand and not the potential for romance. While she could have gone after the Ryne attacking Mary, there was another one nearby that seemed to be distracted and Virginia found it prudent to take care of that one first before assisting her friend.

"Hello, number four," she greeted the Ryne, as it was distracted by its friend on the attack. With a clean swing of her axe, she decapitated it and the head fell to the ground. They'd need to reinsert the fangs into the artery to have a true death, but that was a job that could be done later. She took a breath, waiting to see if Mary had the other Ryne handled or if she would need to intervene. Yet she trusted that Mary would have no trouble with it...

...Though, she had thought the same of Mosi and she had perished not so long ago.
Maeve Brennan
Location: Kirkpatrick House: the Carriage
Skills: N/A
Maeve nodded curtly at Lady Kirkpatrick's praise. She enjoyed that standing her ground came off as a bright decision to her - there were some where in order to win them over, it was necessary to bend. It was refreshing to not have to suppress her natural stubbornness, yet she truthfully never would when it came to her daughter. Roisin's wellbeing was more important to her than anything else in the world - including the fate of the world itself. Nothing would ever change that.

She read over the contract, finding nothing out of order and she took the inked quill, signing her legal name Maeve Brennan. It had been a while since her surname changed, and while she didn't love her late husband, she kept his name all the same. "There ye are," Maeve said, handing the contract back to them. She couldn't help but wonder how long ago Lady Kirkpatrick had had this prepared - perhaps before she even had made her way to Scotland. Her talk earlier of those she sponsored - who owed her - came into clearer context. And without a doubt, Maeve did indeed now owe her. This was training that she could not afford for Roisin herself.

....But it was worth it all the same.
In 🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S. → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Andromeda Aldrich
Location: Ville au Camp - the Mill --> the Gate
Skills: N/A
"...Got it," Andromeda said softly, accepting the pistol from Gilbert. She couldn't help but be mildly terrified she might have a better chance of shooting herself in the foot than hurting anyone else. But they had trained in this and she just needed to be confident in herself. She knew how to use a pistol. She would have been more comfortable with a whip, given that there wasn't the danger of shooting oneself, but that was that. She followed Gilbert out of the barn, mimicking his hunched over movements.

Andromeda stood next to Gilbert and Giouse, wondering for a moment as a thought occurred to her. Eve was gone and the Cards had gone off somewhere. She didn't know that Alicia had poofed, so she supposed that Alicia would likely be asked to play Eve - if they needed to pretend that Eve was still there. She gave the gentlemen a slight nod, not wanting to start talking since then they'd ask her questions and she didn't know what to do. She was just going to follow Gilbert's lead until told otherwise.
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