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🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Miss Creme

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Location: Breakfast Room -> Grand Vestibule
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Though Sister Penance had decided to ignore Miss Creme, she was lucky enough that Jasper had chosen that moment to address the two of them. She would've felt so uncomfortable going out of her way to get his attention, so the fact that it had just been given to her made what had to be done next much easier. "Actually Sir." She said slowly, "There's been an incident two rooms over, it would seem a guest of tonight's event has been stabbed." She said, bringing her hands out and clasping them together. "I worry he may be in need of medical attention." She figured that, if anything, Jasper would be worried about upsetting the incoming guests, even if not for the man's health.

She looked over towards Sister Penance with a small, kind smile on her face. Maybe she just hadn't heard her when Creme originally addressed her, she was, after all, a very quiet person. and she could see how somebody might just glance over herself. Hopefully she managed to catch that Creme had done her part, she assumed Jasper was not the type of man to appreciate repetition, and worried that her tacking anything more on might upset him. She did, however, decide to say, "If you would like, I can take you to him." She offered. Staying near somebody, especially a person in a position of power, would be comforting for Creme, especially in this trying time.

Rise of the Evos

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Adalene Jones

Location: New York, New York
Interacting With: Emmie Adams
Abilities being used: N/A

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Adalene coughed a but at Emmie's last question. She shook her head, "Nope." A boyfriend right now would be a massive distraction for her, that's what she told herself anyway. She didn't really know if she wanted a relationship with anybody right now. She wasn't expecting that question from Emmie, and the thought briefly crossed her mind that maybe Emmie was somehow interested in her that way. Regardless of how many people in her field did swing that way, she was didn't think she was one of them. "Why'd you ask?" She question, leaning back in her chair, smiling at her friend,

She sipped her water, and though about the walk of fame. That would be something she would be very interested in seeing. All of her idols were on there, and she hoped that she would be too one day. She swallowed, and tried to come up with how they could actually go and see these places. It was a nice thought, but perhaps impractical in reality. She didn't really have the funds to take a cross country trip, and even if she did, she had classes to worry about. There was always break, but her first one wouldn't be for at least a few months from now.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Bartholomew Rosecliff

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Location: Ville au Camp (Main House) - Carnival Setup -> Kitchen House
Skills: N/A

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Bart was disappointed in Alexandra's initial reaction. He didn't expect to just be listened to, but he had hoped that she would do more than wave him off. He looked over at Faith, and held up a finger. He wanted to give her a chance to move on with them, not being one to give up so easily. He watched her exchange with Benjamin, and his lips widened into a smile when she ultimately decided to join them. Turning his back to head towards the Kitchen House. Getting their collective shit together was important, and while there was really no way for them to have been prepared for this situation, the fact that it was coincidence that all of them seemed to get in the together here really worried him.

As he walked towards the Kitchen House, he began to think about ways to mitigate this in the future. This wouldn't be a problem in the 21st century of course, cellphones had been a luxury he'd known for much of his life, and lacking that easy access to mass communication made solving problems like this very difficult. He almost wondered if they could rig up some type of basic alarm system, that would make it easy to get them to gather in the event of an emergency. The main issue he saw with that was, even if it was achievable, he couldn't think of a reasonable system design that wouldn't be horribly overt. Maybe this would be the something to mention to the rest of the Paradoxes, an implementation of some kind of protocol in event of emergencies.

Bartholomew was well lost in his thoughts by the time he got in the kitchen house, practically walking on autopilot. He leaned against the wall as he waited for the rest of them to gather here. His eyes were pointed well at the ground as he thought, but his attention was diverted by the smell of coffee. His nose crinkled a little bit at the scent, never being the biggest fan of the stuff. To him, tea had much more nuance and depth of flavor, but hey, whatever made people happy. He was half tempted to make a cup for himself, but he didn't want himself distracted from the conversation that was about to ensue.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Miss Creme

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Location: Breakfast Room -> Grand Vestibule
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Creme was happy to see that she would not be alone in her search to find somebody to alert, smiling as Penance walked out of the room, "W-we can look together." She said, still shaken by the incident. She stepped closer to Penance," Sorry to run right out, I don't deal with pressure very well..." She said, her voice small and quiet. Knowing she wasn't the only one who wanted to look for help was reassuring to her about the type of people here. Blush had been nice, but between Mauve and the man who'd been stabbed, she had been feeling worried about her present company.

She was also happy that somebody would be around to do the talking for them. She wouldn't feel comfortable trying to explain what happened, she felt like doing that would be like going back to the moment. She wanted this to be resolved as soon as possible, so she could move on, and forget about it, as hard as that might be. She crossed into the Grand Vestibule, waiting for Penance to follow her. She stepped to the side of the door, and stood with her back straight, her hands folded behind her. She took a look around the large room, and saw that she was not alone, but that the Lord's butler was here as well. She waved at the man, trying to motion for him to come over to her.

Rise of the Evos

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Adalene Jones

Location: New York, New York
Interacting With: Emmie Adams
Abilities being used: N/A

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Adalene clenched her jaw for a moment, seeing she had hit a nerve with her last comment. She didn't mean to do that, and now she felt bad. She didn't want to address it though, feeling that dwelling on the issue would only exacerbate the awkwardness. She cleared her throat, and averted her eyes for a moment. She really couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose both her parents, let alone at a young age. Recovering herself, she remade eye contact with Emmie, and returned her focus.

"No actually." She said, as Emmie asked about any pets she might of had, "I had to move around a lot, and pets would've made that a lot more difficult." She explained. She then thought for a moment. LA might be nice, she hadn't seen too much of the west side of the country. "I wouldn't mind visiting someday, LA could be pretty cool." She agreed She then drummed her fingers on the table, hoping food might come soon. She was so hungry at this point, she felt like she could eat a horse.

Heroes of Olympus: the Next Age of Heroes

Arthur Stanford

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Arthur's smile widened at his sister's reply, "That would be another solution." He agreed, and locked arms tight with Ash. He drew breath at Alannah's comment towards them. Maybe she hadn't meant it to come across as such, but it sounded a bit like she was singling out Ash for his loss. Taking a moment to turn back and face her, he said, "I'm sure we both will come back, I'd love to get some tips." He said, flashing a smile the daughter of Athena. Just because he beat his sister this time, that didn't mean that he was the superior combatant. He'd been beaten by his sister plenty of times, and he didn't particularly like the implication that she might need help that he didn't.

Stretching a bit, he turned back towards the the path towards the dining pavilion. He looked over at her, and said, "We should figure out something for Chatter's, I don't want to wake up to that again." He said, thinking, "We could put him in a box over night," He said, letting his shields form back into accessories around his wrists. "I doubt he'd care for that though." He said, almost sounding glum. Being awake this early was something he just didn't care for. Having days when he could sleep in was something he cherished, and he wanted to mitigate losing them in the future. He thought maybe he could speak to some Hypnos kids, hoping that they might have something for him that could help him sleep through any morning interruptions.

Rise of the Evos

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Adalene Jones

Location: New York, New York
Interacting With: Emmie Adams
Abilities being used: N/A

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Adalene smiled, "Well my dad's a marine." She said, "So you know what that's like. Strict, loves me lots, high expectations." She explained. "I'm hoping he can visit sometime, he was really worried when I got deathly ill a few weeks ago." She explained. She didn't see a reason why Emmie couldn't be around for that, save for her parents starting to thing she was batting for the other team. "And my mom can be a little overbearing at times, but she means well, you know?" Her face then flickered for a second, realizing that Emmie, in all probability, didn't know. Quickly, she started to look for anything to change the subject to.

"You know, getting to the Bahama's would be pretty nice." She said, "Especially for you, once you visited, you could go literally whenever you wanted." She said. She couldn't count the number of times she'd just wanted to take a day off, and she couldn't think of s better place to do that than what most people would consider paradise on Earth. "It'd be so nice to just be able to " She snapped her fingers, "And be on one of the nicest places in creation, whenever you wanted." Assuming there wan't some kind of distance limit, they definitely needed to get her to travel around more.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Bartholomew Rosecliff

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Location: Ville au Camp (Main House) - Carnival Setup
Skills: N/A

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Bartholomew quietly nodded at The Hat when he took the peg. He was happy to be of use, no matter how in how small of a fashion that might be. He looked over at Faith, and cracked a smile. Regardless of the insult, he knew what she meant by it. "Sounds like a plan Velma." He fired back, and turned his back to Gil to walk towards the other Paradoxes. As this happened, Gil cried out in pain behind him. Quickly pivoting to look back at him, ready to spring into action, he calmed down as Gil dissuaded their fears. It sounds like whatever was happening, he'd done it to himself. "Are you sure Gil? If you're hurt maybe I could try to heal you..." He said uncertainly.

As he said this, he started to look around at the paradoxes around him. He wanted to get them all together discreetly, but stay close enough to Gil that he could take Bart up on his offer if he wanted to give it a shot. He took a step towards Alexandra. He and her by far had the best rapport, so he decided to start with her. He cleared his throat, and closed the distance between the two of them. Placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, he quietly said, "We're getting the gang together, come on." He glanced at Ben, not really having anything to say to him. Gil wanted them to be left alone, so that was exactly what he was going to do.

Heroes of Olympus: the Next Age of Heroes

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Athanasia Theroux & Arthur Stanford

Location Training Grounds

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Athanasia thought herself competent with a sword and shield. Though her stance was more to defect blows with her lighter frame, lacking the heaviness of the older kids. Which sadly, included her older brother. So when they squared up Athanasia had been preparing to lunge forward and strike low, but Arthur had been faster. His blow sending her backwards on her rear as he playfully teased her. Her black eyes flashed despite Alanna's reminder to take it easy. "Oh, brother. Such a bother." Regaining her stance to a single knee, never minding the dirt, the pale girl lunged forward and low to the side. Slamming her shield towards Arthur's side while her sword slipped below towards his thigh in a slicing strike. Her grip however had other ideas as it slipped and her fingers fumbled. The shield thunking to the ground.

Arthur chuckled when the shield fell to the ground, and patted Ash on the head. "Looks like we got off to a shaky start, let's give you another shot." He said, and picked up the shield, handing it to her. "Keep a tighter grip on it, monster's aren't going to be as kind." He took a step back, and readied himself for her to take another strike at him, "You can have the first blow this time around Athanasia, make it count." He did, however have his bracelets drip off his wrists, forming into shields, and floating around his body. "But I'm not gonna make it easy for you, sister." He said, flashing a smile at her.

There were a few things that could make her eye twitch in just that way, that wasn't comical but made her look slightly mad. Insane, that was. Arthur patting her on the head was one of those things. Though her eye didn't actually twitch, she just felt like it should. That little nerve. Especially when the cheeky bastard formed his special little shields. Well! If he wanted to fight, they would fight. Smiling her sweet little smile as she resettled her shield. "ας είναι." Athanasia tittered in ancient greek. A phrase similar to 'so be it'. Stepping forwards the shadows wrapped about her in a welcoming embrace before they parted. Rather than stepping as she planned by using the shadow Arthur's shield casted to appear behind him, she had come out on the side. Not that it really mattered, it got her within the circle of her older brother's defenses. Bringing her sword against the back of Arthur's knee she rapidly retreated, per her lessons with Ryland.

Arthur stumbled a bit, stepping forward as his sister moved to his side and hit him. "I deserved that." He said, as steadied himself. Ash was much better than she looked, and he knew the best way to get her to actually push herself was to get her mad. "You still need improvement though, you've left yourself open for this." He said, and pivoted on his more steady leg to go in for a side swipe with his sword, crashing it into her side, and knocking her right down on her butt again. He said, and stepped back, expecting her to use her shadow trick again, but wanting space if she were to charge forward. He decided to ease up a bit on his snark, he knew Ash could take it, but this was still for fun, and he knew he was pushing it with the pat already. Hopefully she'd be able to keep herself steady enough to not get knocked down on the next hit.

Ash gave an indignant squawk as she was sent sprawling backwards again. Glowering at Arthur, the ten year old stuck out her tongue in the most deadly of insults she had while regaining her feet. He could knock her down a thousand times over and Athanasia would still rise to the challenge once more in some way or another. Charging the wall hadn't worked, flanking was difficult. So why not go beneath? Gripping a handful of dirt from the floor of the area, she hurled it at Arthur's eyes watching as the wind blew it away ineffectually. Now, there were things Athanasia could deal with, but the absolute failure of that made her want to really win. Swinging her sword towards Arthur's feet she smirked as he stumbled onto his ass. "One down. Two more, and I win."

Arthur coughed as the sword swung into him, finally giving him a taste of his own medicine, and knocking him clear on the ground. "Good job." He sputtered, staying seated on the ground, as she gloated. He tilted his head, "Three strikes and you're out then? Okay Sister..." He said, and let his back fall back towards the ground, his shields zooming over his head and flying towards her. The first went wide, but the second hit her squarely in the chest, sending her to join him on the ground. He folded his arms behind his head and said . "Good game! Better luck next time." He said, his voice smug with satisfaction. He took a moment to feel the cool breeze run over him, and sat up. "If you don't want to go again, I'm hungry. Shall we get some breakfast?" He asked, turning his head towards his sister.

Athanasia's smirk faltered as the dark shields shot outwards at her. One going wide with some luck, then her luck broke. The second shield smashed into her chest. Landing her firmly on her butt again. Frowning at her counterpart, Ash glowered darkly. Three times she had been knocked down to his one! It was infuriating. Standing up, she dusted herself off and paced behind the stretched out boy. Pouncing she tried to tickle him and failed. Wrapping the boy in a hug instead. "Food is good." She agreed with a sigh. "Vengeance will be wonderful too." She giggled with a wicked gleam in her eyes, as she stood once more to dust herself off and setting the delicate hat atop her pale blonde head.

Arthur gasped as he was hugged by his sister, not expecting that.Smiling, he hugged her back and said, "Then let's go!" He stood up next to her and said, "All else I'll say is that you may want to reconsider your combat attire." He gestured at her dress, now dirty from all the times she'd been knocked over. Starting towards the mess hall, he stretched a bit. He felt more awake now, in a lot of ways, a morning sparring match was better than a cup of coffee for waking up. He felt so much better than he had before, especially since he was basking in the glow of victory.

Athanasia shrugged, looking bemused. "Perhaps." Turning on her heel she stepped after him, dusting off her battered dress. It didn't bother her over much. A dress was a dress. "I just need to start winning." She pointed out with a amused expression, it was funny that he expected her to wear a dress into the fight, or didn't think of the small army that waited in her trunk. Her hand looping through Arthur's arm.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Miss Creme

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Location: Music Room - Entrance -> Breakfast Room
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Miss Creme looked on in to the events in front of her with a look of terror across her face. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She flinched back as Mauve looked back at her, and averted her eyes. Whatever caused this turn of events, she wanted to stay as far off of the woman's radar as possible. As the woman made her remarks, and walked away, she started frantically thinking, needing to come to a decision about what to do. Taking direct action would doubtlessly put Creme on Mauve's bad side, and she couldn't in good conscious do nothing. "Oh dear oh dear oh dear..." She muttered under her breath. She backed slowly out of the room, ping ponging back to the Breakfast room, her hands on the sides of her head.

She pulled out a seat at the table, and sat herself down. Part of her wanted to try to go find Blush, and get her opinion on what she should do, but who knew how long that would take? Trying to find the Lord was an option, but she knew better than to try to get the attention of a man so superior to her. There had to be somebody still down here for them, and surely they'd care about an assault in their own home, even if only out of concern for the stains left behind. That seemed like the safest path of action to her, so she stood up, and shakily walked to the end of the room, ready to search for somebody that might be of some help.