Potter

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Flashback-Ignis 1 Evening

Time: Ignis 1, evening, midnight
Location: Sorian Beach
Mentions: Cassius & Violet
Aesthetic/Ambiance:
Necklace ☁ Outfit
Ambiance

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The ocean waves playfully tickled the sand before retreating. The crashing waves filled her ears. Kira sat in the shallow shoreline and alongside her, a faint and enchanted bag beside her and a waterproof music box played in the background. A bottle laid near her and as did a weapon or two. She leaned back on her arms and stared straight up at the moonlight sky. The stars twinkled back almost too cheerfully for her mood, as if greeting or mocking her, she wasn’t sure.

Far out into the ocean, ships came to and from, billowing lights reflecting off the waves and the horns of the ships echoing. All the noise was nothing to Kira; it was a reminder of her heritage. The Great Mapenzi pirates ruled the seas and pillaged and plundered as much as they pleased; at least, until she came along. Fate had a funny or rather, cruel way of working out. Her hand found the bottle without much thought. Within moments, most of the contents were gone.

The scene replayed in her mind. The crashing of rubble, the screams and distant yells; chaos everywhere; the searing, agonizing pain in her torso; and then the heartbreaking moments that followed after. The scars remained on her–no amount of magic would rid her of it. Her hands tightened around the bottle and for a moment, she nearly thrust it into the ocean, as if it would do any good. She let out a loud sigh, relinquished her grip on the bottle, and closed her eyes. A series of emotions rose inside of her: grief, rage, confusion, guilt and vengeance that threatened to consume her, but she ignored them.

The previous night replayed in her mind’s eye. The quiet street with flickering lampposts, then the two lost sheep in the middle of it. The newly resurrected Violet Damien and the bastard and the insufferable, Cassius Damien. Kira recalled the fight; Violet was better than she’d expected, and Cassius was well, his usual arrogant self. Then the moment she revealed herself by voice alone and stabbed him three cruel times in the stomach. The physical pain would be hot and angry, yet the emotional aspect of it she knew would eat him away. The physical pain would be nothing like she had endured. No, he would never understand it. Why would he? After all.. The thought dissipated before she could finish it or else she would lose it. A scream rose up inside of her she wished to let out, yet didn’t want to attract any attention.

Kira opened her eyes and stared back at the same damn stars. Their existence was peaceful and routine–much unlike hers. How she envied those bimbo nobles prancing about and trilling about what to wear, which perfume to use, who was snogging who or who did what. The insufferable dinners and the people were mediocre. They were all just targets to her and nothing more. She clutched her necklace and sighed as a rush swept through her. Her gaze moved down to look at it. The relief and protection it brought her were irreplaceable, even if she were with the devil. Her gaze moved toward the town once more and then back.

She would be gone for one night, then off to hunt once more. She sighed and laid back into the water, submerging herself and staring up at the sky, and then allowing her eyes to close for just a moment. The world could survive without her–the family could not. Maya and Talia, she had checked in on them and they were happy, if not just for a moment. Then Wren–his constant lecturing and need for her to be with him. On the other hand, the expressions on her sister’s faces when she brought them home gifts could not be ignored. So again she’d peel herself back up and do what she had too; because disappointing her family and not protecting them were sins. Sins she would do anything to avoid.

Kira sat back up and wiped the salt and water off of her face before she was under too long. Her hair dripped with water and stuck to her face which she pushed away. She stood up and drank one more long sip of water and scooped up the music box. She rolled her shoulders and stared out into the ocean. What else laid beyond these insufferable lands? One day, they would find out and escape the hell.

She smiled to herself as she imagined it. Then, she glanced once more at the night sky, and took one long hard look at the ships and made her way back to shore. Kira stuffed the items in her bag and adjusted it on her shoulder. Her katana rustled in her bag and she pushed it in further in order to not attract attention.

Off to the manor once more for whatever awaited her there.

✨Beyond The Veil✨

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Location: Concert
Time: Dusk

Interactions: @AuthenticTomb Luther
Mentions:
Aesthetics: Tessa’s Outfit (with a leather jacket)
Gear: She carries a pistol, two knives, two lighters and matches, cellphone, compass, gum, gummy bears and multiple eyepatches

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”One eyed Dark Angel?” Tessa mused. She let out a loud bark of laughter which caused some people to glance over and look away. A few of them shook their heads or muttered insults under their breaths to which she ignored. ”I’m a Dark Angel now? Wow, Luthy, how the mighty have fallen.” Then, she continued with a loud laugh. ”Me, jinx it? Pfftt.” She took a sip of her drink once it was delivered as well. ”But maybe I will since I’m now a One-eyed Dark Angel. What does that make you, the Two-Eyed Light Angel?”

She stuck her tongue out at him, then peered around. A quick sniff informed her that Dom was nearby. She tried to pick him out of the crowd, but between having one eye, the thick crowd and her height challenge, she was unable. It was comforting to know he was nearby nonetheless. Unexpectedly, a soft and consistent hiss caught her attention. She glanced around to discover the source with difficulty. ”Luthy? Did you hear that?” Nervousness etched into her voice. ”We need to go." Her eyes began to glow as the urge to transform began overtaking her. His heart began to race as sweat began to form. Was this a trap for the supernatural? Her stomach churned. She took her phone out and began texting him

She tried to move off the seat swiftly. The loop of her bag caught and she stumbled off of it and onto the ground. She scowled and watched as the contents of her bag spilled out and clunk her in the head. The times she collected consisted of matches, lighters, two knives, a compass, her phone, and spare eyepatches. ”Dang nabbit,” She hissed in frustration and panic. With her eyesight she was able to spot everything, but the moving crowd and one eye made it difficult. ”Sorry! I’ll get my shit together in a moment!”

Tess took a deep breath and hurriedly gathered her items together when shit hit the fan. The mist reflected red off of the lights. Tess shoved everything into her bag hastily and jumped back up and looked for Luther. She glanced around and looked at the shitshow the crowd had turned into heading for the exit. There was not going to be an easy way out. Due to her size, she knew fighting the crowd might be difficult, though she had superstrength on her side. In addition, having one eye left her a blind spot, but she had become used to using her heightened sense of smell. Still, this would not make it easy for her. If anything happened ot Luther, she would lose her goddamn shit.

”Should we hide behind the bar? Do we transform and find an exit?” She stared at the crowd and looked around desperately for an exit. ”Can we climb out elsewhere?”

Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron

Race: Tiefling
Class: Ranger
Location: Pirate Island
Interactions: @princess Phia ⋆ @Oso Bastion / Pirates ⋆ @samreaper Menzai ⋆ @FunnyGuy Minerva
Equipment:

Equipment List

⋆ Traveler’s cloak ⋆ Hidden daggers in boots ⋆ Longbow with etched star markings and quiver

Attire:
⋆ Outfit ⋆ Hair
Gold Balance: ??
Injuries: Scars on body, old chain marks on wrists, ankles and neck, tattoo on wrist with number

It was hell.

She had escaped one scenario only to end up in another one. Was she cursed? Was this her fault? Arya’s mind raced with questions. The compliment followed by the threat caused sparks to form around Arya. Flames licked her skin and promised to burn in front of her. Her gaze narrowed and her breathing slowed for a moment.

The struggle to not reply back or hurl an insult took all her self control. Perhaps in her adolescence, she might have fought back; but now? Her stiffening caused Stella to tighten her talons and cock her head at her in wonder, though she remained quiet upon sensing her distress. Either way, Stella knew she was furious and was holding back.

The comment from Minerva caused Arya to glare at her. “He had picked her?” Confusion rose inside of her. Being picked meant terrible things would come her way. Then again, she could likely bear any hardships better than the others. They had not lived a decade of imprisonment like her.

A branch nearly smacked her and she went to raise her arms, then the cruel reminder they were cuffed caused her to duck instead. Frustration and helplessness rose inside of her and she had to take several deep breaths. Breathe in, breathe out. Box breathing, Arya.

The magic display did not impress her. Magic tricks such as theirs were a sight for sore eyes. She didn’t shudder and instead, remained poised and tall. Parlor tricks, as her mother would say Her bow tickled her back and for the first time in a while, she longed to use it for nefarious reasons. Her heart ached for her family. She scowled at the bugs attacking them and scowled more at the hot and humid jungle. Despite being cuffed, she could keep her footing.

Her thoughts were interrupted because Minerva had now chosen Stella and her as companions. Why me, she wondered bitterly. Maybe she’s scared? All that gusto could’ve been to save face, perhaps. She glanced at her and sighed–the conversion was aimed at Stella, who couldn’t understand her. The conversation rattled on and as it did, so did Arya’s amusement and irritation.

It was true that Stella had sharper eyes–Arya could confirm and learned to trust her instincts. Whatever the Principalities were was beyond the pair. Stella’s plumage was unique–a reason Arya had saved her. The Black Market was not a place for any animal, but especially Stella. The eagle ruffled her feathers indignantly and stared at the women. She nodded a few times and chipped back in response quietly, and enough to satisfy her hopefully, without drawing too much attention to themselves.

Arya went to reply, and inform “Peaches” that Stella could not reply when Phia’s upbeat spirit took a dive–both figuratively and literally. Arya inhaled and moved to assist yet, but Bastion intervened before the pirates could be malicious. The sight of the pair warmed her heart and she relaxed-only briefly. Trouble averted, now Minerva went back to her chatter. Arya remained quiet and stared ahead. Stella chirped back once or twice despite not knowing what she was saying.

Arya turned to “Peaches” Minerva and gave her a knowing look. ”Best friends,” she repeated incredulously, despite knowing each other for half a day. Was she actually friends with anyone here? What was it like having a friend? It had been so long and the thought of it both elated and upset her. ”…” She tried to speak but the sound did not come out. After having Stella threatened, Arya was afraid to reply back.

Then, as Peaches mentioned arriving, she whipped forward to look at what she meant. The smell of salt whiffed through her nostrils. The familiar rushing of waves and ocean before her caused tension to rise. Water–open water. Oh no, did they need to go in the ocean? Her stomach churned uncomfortably and she paled.

The Pirates now allowed them to speak and ask questions. Arya bit her tongue before she replied smartly. First, Menzai spoke and Arya appreciated his forwardness-not a trait she possessed. She glanced at him and smiled sweetly. Unexpectedly, Meiyu materialized out of the jungle. Her arrival caused her to jump and whirl around with wide-eyes. Where had she learned to do that? As the women spoke, Arya listened. She tried to catch the women’s eye and say thank you, but there was not much opportunity.

The invitation of questions caused Arya to swallow. She had them-plenty, maybe more than the pirates would want. The shackles were a cruel reminder of her past she had been hoping to escape. The terror and panic surging through her rendered her speechless. She tried to speak twice, but the words did not come out. Stella unfurled her wings and comforted her with them as best she could.

Arya finally squeaked out quietly. The tears threatened to flow but Arya bit them hard. ”What...What.. Do you want.. With us?”

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✨Beyond The Veil✨

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Location: Concert
Time: Dusk

Interactions: @AuthenticTomb Luther
Mentions:
Aesthetics: Tessa’s Outfit (with a leather jacket)
Gear: She carries a pistol, rifle, two lighters and matches, cellphone, two knives and multiple eyepatches

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Tessa’s smile rose like the sun at dawn. ”My voice is lovely, you say?” Her retort came out sarcastic. ”My my, Luthy, maybe I should be performing the concert instead then? Careful, they might call me up.” Tessa released her hug and looked up at him. It was as though the sun was seeing the stars for the first time; the beauty was breathtaking and for a second, she had to remind herself to breathe.

Her eye slid to the glass with curiosity, then down to her ensemble. She giggled and went to reply, when unexpectedly, a pair of vampires brushed up against her and knocked her in closer to him. She gripped his arm to steady herself and smirked mischievously up at him.

”Maybe?” Tessa purred and didn’t move back. ”After what happened…” Her smile faded and she looked down for a moment. She took a deep breath and continued. ”...I don’t want to be unarmed or caught off guard.”

Their eyes met. Her heart skipped a few beats and she temporarily forgot about Logan. The intensity of his gaze burned like the flames she loved to ignite. She realized how close she was and blushed. Tessa stepped back and jumped onto the seat beside him. She sniffed his drink and then turned to the waitress with a toothy grin that revealed her fangs.

”I would like what he's having. And water, please.” Tessa turned back to Luther and winked playfully. ”Trouble or no trouble? The decision is yours,”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: Evening
Location: Vikena Estate > Tough Tavern
Interactions: @princess Charlotte ♞ @Lava Alckon Drake ♞@Tpartywithzombi Ariella ♞ @CitrusArms Stratya ♞ [@sam reaper] Kazu
Mentions:
Aesthetic:
♞ Hair
♞ Outfit with hood

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The afternoon after the experience with the raven had caused her to stay inside. Since she had been alone, Liv had poured over her magic books. She had studied up on the familiars and devoured every page it dedicated to the magic. Whose familiar had it been? Alexander and her had barely spoken, yet it mimicked his voice. There wasn’t any way it was Charlotte or Lorenzo’s. Was it someone from the Black Rose meant to taunt and frighten her? That creepy warehouse guy who had lit it on fire? The feeling of being watched hadn’t left her. Olivia had closed her blinds and barely spoke to anyone else the rest of the day, except Maple. The two furthered their bonding that day.

The evening came sooner than expected. Liv had agreed to meet at the Tough Tavern with a few others. She dressed carefully, and ensured she had on a hood. Old habits died hard because Liv still didn’t feel safe at night, yet it was her favorite time of day. A carriage was prepared for her and she was soon on her way to the Tavern. As the carriage pulled away, her gaze moved over to the Damien Estate and she shuddered. The memory of Calbert holding the gun to Kazumin’s head was burned into her mind. She didn’t think she’d ever forget it.

Once at the Tavern, Liv descended the carriage with her hood up. She slid into the Tavern, avoiding a few drunk patrons outside of it. The chaos of it didn’t bother her; she was used to seeing people in all different conditions. Growing up in the slums, she’d seen everything. Charlotte, Drake and the other nobles? Well, she wasn’t sure how they would take to the drunks and hoped to provide a bit of comfort for them. A quick glance inside showed Olivia where Charlotte, Stratya, Ariella, and Drake sat in a corner booth. Straya and Ariella weren’t people she had interacted with before which caused butterflies to form. With a smile, she removed her hood and joined them stealthy.

”Boo.”

Then, her gaze landed on Kazumin sitting at the bar. She whistled in a familiar way to him to grab his attention, and gestured for him to join. It hurt not being able to be as friendly as she wished. Later that night, she hoped they would be able to chat privately.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: Morning
Location: Auction
Interactions: @FunnyGuy
Mentions:
Aesthetic:
Hair & Dress and shoes (no dagger..)

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The auction ended unexpectedly for Charlotte. Olivia had waited with bated breath. The bids rose swiftly. She didn’t know what to say, especially with Callum and Kira teaming up together. Olivia wished she could talk to Lottie, but unfortunately, she had a date with the man who had broken her heart. She scowled, then watched Alexander Deacon take the stage once more.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Alexander’s voice rang out. “Mina Blackwood and I graciously thank you for attending this fine and splendid event on Drunkard's Day, no less! Lady Vikena's bid was definitely the climax of this generous auction… but we have one final person to bid on! To raise the stakes, winning this bid will not offer a simple basket of treats, but a freshly prepared two course meal, all the wine you can handle, and a special gift for you to walk away with!” There was a pause and then he continued.

“I’d say that's quite the tempting offer… even if your date happens to be the unpleasant sort.” There were a few chuckles. “The last and final offer of the Caesonia Dating Auction is yours truly! Alexander Deacon!”

There was a collective pause. “No starting bid! I don't expect to get anywhere close to Lady Vikena's value and I doubt I’m desired by one of the Damiens!”

“2000 gold pieces!” A lady shouted out firmly.

Olivia blinked. These people were made of fucking money. They tossed it around and bathed in it practically. She sighed and considered her options. Lottie’s voice filled her head and she began fidgeting with her hands. She would be so furious with her…. What if she didn’t find out? It was reckless, dangerous, and insane, yet she wanted answers. Olivia bit her lip. Her gaze flickered around the auction and then shakily called out her bid.

”2,100 gold pieces!”

Her stomach did several somersaults. Her nails were going to be decimated by the end of the bid.

✨Beyond The Veil✨

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Location: Her bedroom > Concert
Time: Dusk

Interactions: @AuthenticTomb Luther
Mentions:
Aesthetics: Tessa’s Outfit (with a leather jacket
Gear: She carries a pistol, rifle, two lighters and matches, cellphone, two knives and multiple eyepatches

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Tessa sat alone in her room in a quiet and meditative state. Her red hair hung around her in fluffy waves. Her militant outfit-tight black shirt stuffed into a pair of jogger cargo pants and boots loosely tied stood out against the pink of the room. Beside her on the desk sat a rifle, two pistols, shotgun, a few lighters, her phone, a small backpack, and pocket knives. She refused to be unarmed, even in her room, a reflection of the chaos in her mind she struggled to quiet.

The racing thoughts of hearing Dom announce Logan’s death ran through her mind like her blood in her veins. The memory of the terrible night where the wardens betrayed her flashed through her mind’s eye. Then Dom and Logan came to save her while she was being ripped apart by rogue lycan. The years of hard work and dedication she’d put in to become as perfect of a warden as possible went down the tubes, as did her dreams of making a difference in this cruel world, even if it swallowed her whole. Try as she might, she tried to block it out. Soon, her hair was plastered to her face. She tugged at her hair and pieces began to fall onto the bed. She watched them, then began flickering the lighter obsessively, in an effort to quiet her mind. Why would a therapist recommend she fucking meditation when all it did was bring out the worst memories? What a crock of shit.

Her phone rang and jolted her out of her reverie. The chorus of Safe and Sound caused her to grab her phone and read the text. A thrill washed through her as she recognized whom it belonged to:

"I'm heading to see Vein Theory. Let me know if you head over."

Tessa grinned and began hastily packing her backpack. She slung her rifle over her back and wiped her face. Her room was filled with many objects, but a mirror wasn’t it. Tessa hastily texted back she’d join Luther and quickly stocked her weapons into her pockets, brushed her hair and tied it back, and then fitted her eyepatch on safely.

Twenty minutes later, Tess arrived in wolf form. She found an empty alleyway and changed back to her human form. She began to sniff out Luther and weave through the crowd. This time, instead of him seeking her out, she’d find him. It took her time since having one eye limited her vision, but eventually she did. Tessa came up behind him and poked him gently in the back, enough to announce her presence yet not trigger a frightened response.

”Guess who?” Her teasing voice was loud against the loud music. She greeted him with a wide smile and jumped into the seat beside him with ease. Her weapons shifted in her pockets. ”How’s my favorite Luther doing?”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Sorian Park
Interactions: @Oso Cassius ☁ @helo Callum ☁ @princess Charlotte
Mentions: @FunnyGuy Alexander
Aesthetic:
☁ Necklace ☁ Dress/Hair/Accessories

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The nod of acknowledgement from the Vikena girl made her grin sweetly and return it. Beside her, Olivia had shrugged at the Vikena girl. These two darlings had no idea what was in store for them.

Upon hearing Cassius’ bid, Kira’s smile widened. While her expression was soft and innocent, inside she felt the amusement rise in her chest. Hook, line and sinker. Cassius had pulled the bid up even higher. He could bid all he wanted, she would not give up. Regret abandoning me yet, Scourge? Though maybe I should thank you…

Before she could place another bid, a new voice piped up and caused her to look over.

“Three-hundered!” Prince Callum waved at her and continued. “You. Me. Team-up. TRIANGLE DATE!" Callum shouted at her with a wide grin. “And we give a big ol’ pile o’ gold to feed the people!” He spread his arms out wide, as if he were a shining beacon of benevolence, still holding a bottle of whiskey.

Kira laughed dainty. The unexpected had happened. She took the bottle of whisky, then downed it and held it back to him. ”Great plan! More food for the people.” She grabbed the bottle of whiskey, and high-fived him with her free hand.

”Triangle date it is!” Kira raised her hand in the air, high and dominating. Her voice carried assertively.

“A woman, Lord Cassius Damien and Prince Callum Danrose! Didn't I tell you all, Lady Vikena is as exceptional as it gets!”

“Four-fifty.” The deep voiced man announced calmly while tipping his bowler hat toward the stage.

Kira glanced over with a raised eyebrow, then turned away. “550 gold!” She didn’t bother looking at Cassius. She kept her back to him-that was all he needed to see.

The crowd cheered in delight. People looked to and from at the sudden alliance.

She chuckled once more. Marek would be more than pleased by befriending Callum. ”Delighted to make your acquaintance, Prince Callum. My name is Kira.” She eyed the monkey with interest and bowed her head respectfully to it, then faced the stage once more. She smiled politely at Alexander and averted her gaze afterwards. Her composure was cool, calm, and collected.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: Morning, Ignis 2nd
Location: Sorian Park
Interactions: Me, Kira!
Mentions: @princess Charlotte; @helo Callum; @Oso Cassius; @CitrusArms Stratya; @FunnyGuy Alexander
Hair & Dress and shoes (no dagger..)

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Olivia clambered out of the carriage quickly and neatly. She thanked the driver for his help and turned to face the auction. Her green eyes scanned the scenery. On the stage was Stratya, Charlotte, and Alexander Deacon. Prince Callum was in attendance as well, but he didn’t look as though he was with it. Her heart hammered. Her mind made up a decision quicker than she had processed it. Patience was all she needed.

She turned to face the attendants and noticed Cassius looking haggard, his gaze locked on Charlotte. Her brows knitted together, and she moved forward, as if to say something to him, when a dark haired and skinned Alidasht woman nearly tripped in front of her with an apologetic, yet impish grin.

”My apologies, Miss. Haste makes waste, huh?”

Olivia eyed her for a moment and smiled politely. The woman was tall, dark haired and skinned with a mane of black hair like a lioness's. Her outfit glittered like diamonds, and caused Olivia to blink from the brightness. It was beautiful, she had to admit. The woman looked slightly older than Charlotte and her. The woman's doe-eyed topaz eyes met hers.

”Of course not. My apologies as well.” Olivia replied sweetly. With a curtsy, Liv moved away quickly and found a seat, and stared up at the stage. Stratya had found a date for 100 gold and now Charlotte's bid had begun at 50 gold.

Olivia waved to her and blew her a kiss playfully and then relaxed her pose. She would fake-bid on Charlotte if she needed too.

The woman’s voice whom she’d nearly knocked into, broke her reverie. ”120 gold!”

Olivia resisted the urge to look back. Instead, she caught Lottie’s eye and shrugged as if to say: That’s interesting. I got your back!