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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: Evening
Location: Tough Tavern
Interactions: @princess Charlotte/Felix/Yuka, @Lava Alckon Drake, @Tpartywithzombi Ariella, @CitrusArms Stratya, @samreaper Kazu & @Tae Kalliope
Mentions:
Aesthetic: ♞ Hair ♞ Outfit with hood

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Olivia raced off the rafters once the others had acted. She hopped down and somersaulted back onto the balcony floor. Olivia raced to her feet and found the chair empty where she thought she might have seen Felix. Half the bandits were dead or rushing out, yet Marius remained. Thanks to Stratya, there was a bullet that had gone through his brain. Still, life clung to him like wet clothing after a torrential downpour. Olivia moved with ease and ignored the cacophony of noise behind her. Dangerous calm overwhelmed her and she could feel herself shaking like a leaf. That night raced through her mind over and over, like a song stuck on repeat.



”No, please! I won’t come back! Please let me go!”

Helplessness rushed through her veins, as the image of her pale, sickly old self returned to her mind’s eye–scraggly blonde hair falling out, sunken hazel eyes, skin pale as snow, her nose, staring up at the visage of Maelan and Marius, trembling uncontrollably…

”Please stop!”

Loud, rambunctious laughter echoed throughout the home. Before she could move, she was frozen in place and her hands tied behind her back...

”I-I... I want to go home! I won’t come back, I promise! You… You can have the food!

Desperation crept into her voice; tufts of blonde hair spilled all over the floor, mixing with red dots…

I’m so hungry; please leave me alone!

Laughter from the two mixed with screams echoed throughout the home like a distorted symphony… Spells, spells she recognized, were utilized. Agony and terror blinded her....

”That hurts, please stop!”

Pain swept through her and discomfort; she was desperately trying to cast a spell, but was unable to make a peep. Fire surrounded her greedily, causing her only extreme terror and desperation. Her clothes were ripped and torn off of her, leaving her barely clothed. Taunts of being called "little rabbit," only added salt to the wound.

”LEAVE-”

The laughter became ugly as did the pain, and Persephone laid there limply, strung up on a pole. A puddle of red laid around her mixed with matches. Persephone’s clothes were ruffled and reeked of ash. If she had died, she wouldn’t have known–reality was hell and hell had swallowed her whole. How long it lasted, she didn’t know, days turned into nights and night into days, time became a false construct– until finally, she was released, dazed, confused, and numbed, freezing and utterly humiliated...

Terrified bargoers were the least of her concern. Nothing else mattered. Olivia could only see red, and around her, a red and black cloud seemed to follow her until she stood in front of Marius. She stared at him seizing on the floor and tilted her head to one side. Maelan’s head, dismembered by Kalliope, lay nearby. It was a shame she was gone, but at least she was no longer able to haunt their reality; only their memories. Liv slowly pulled the knife out of her pocket and knelt in front of him. She grabbed a tuft of his head and forced him to look at her until he was capable. She knew he couldn’t understand her much, but the vengeance was pulsing through her veins.

”You might not remember or recognize me,” she spoke softly, only audible for them. ”But I remember you clearly, Marius.” She paused then added, ”The starving, burned, and terrified little rabbit you snagged lived to tell the tale. Sometimes, the past comes back to haunt you.”

She stood up now and grinned malevolently with glee. ”Let’s see how you like it.” She thought for a moment and then stretched her hand out as black tendrils began forming around her, curling around her like vines, beckoning her to call to them.

”Acu Ferro Ignis.” Pain surged through Olivia, but it was worse for Marius. For him, he would feel a thousand tiny needles piercing his skin. His garbled screams were heart-wrenching, but not for Olivia. His screams came out as music to her ears. She watched him coldly and twirled the knife in her hands. There was a glint in his eyes as he laughed as well within his screams. After listening to it and relishing it, she took the knife and stabbed him in the heart. His screams lingered briefly until it became silent.

Olivia watched him lay there pitifully and kicked him furiously in the head. Rage burned through her as tears consumed her vision. She punched him over and over, not caring that he was unable to feel it or react. Darkness consumed her as she beat him to a pulp.

Finally, she pulled back, sliding to her knees and staring at her bloody, dark tendrilled hands in horror, in the puddle of blood oozing out from him.

As her heart sank and her eyes returned to green, she whispered, ”Kazumin....”

In her peripheral vision, she turned and saw Kalliope faint. Then, she looked up to see two masked people behind her and her blood ran cold, colder than she already felt, and before she could react, they were gone.

Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron

Race: Tiefling
Class: Ranger
Location: The Bar
Interactions: ⋆ The party!
Equipment:

Equipment List

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

Attire:
⋆ Outfit
⋆ Hair
Gold Balance: 53
Injuries: Scars on body, old chain marks on wrists, ankles and neck, tattoo on wrist with number

The scenery inside the bar was more than Arya had envisioned. Her stomach churned and did somersaults. However, the aroma of food wafted through her nostrils and her mouth began watering. The noise assaulted her ears and she resisted the urge to run. Stella’s talons dug into her shoulder–Arya reached up and set her hand on her feathers and brushed her hand over them gently. Stel didn’t release her grip, but Arya knew she had briefly relaxed. She began to scan the room for a table in the back when Phia wandered over to the table, her gaze settled on something colorful and shiny.

”Phia-wait,” Arya sighed and inquired over her shoulder, ”shall we find a table in the back once we round up Phia?” Then, she hustled after the young elf protectively, her muscles tense and taut, ready to spring like a coiled cat.

As she reached the bar with Phia and protectively stood behind her, her eyes glimpsed the menu. While she wanted food, she resisted the urge to speak out and touched Phia’s shoulder gently. ”Please, Phia, don’t wander off alone here, okay? We have to make sure we communicate.” She patted her shoulder gently. ”I know it’s pretty and we’re all hungry and tired, but let’s not lose each other.”

Arya gulped and tightened her hood around her face.

It was like deja vu.

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Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron

Race: Tiefling
Class: Ranger
Location: Port Verge: The Seaside Tailor Stall >> Lhazaar Principalities
Interactions: ⋆ @Oso Bastion ⋆ @princess Phia ⋆ @samreaper Menzai ⋆ @Lava Alckon Corin
Equipment:

Equipment List

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

Attire:
⋆ Outfit
⋆ Hair
Gold Balance: 48
Injuries: Scars on body, old chain marks on wrists, ankles and neck, tattoo on wrist with number

Arya watched Phia emerge from the tailor with wide eyes. Her outfit fit her well and she looked even prettier than before which Arya didn’t think was possible. She smiled and clapped her hands with delight. ”Phia, you look absolutely stunning. That outfit looks great on you.” Arya admired her courage to dress that way. It happened too often that she’d bared more skin than she had been comfortable in captivity. Anyone noticing her exotic markings would not be good. She smiled shyly at her complement on the hat and blushed.

”.... I do, thanks to Bastion. It was really sweet,” she replied. Arya looked down at Phia. She glanced around the busy market and offered her arm to her. ”So you don’t get lost in the crowd.”

She looked at Menzai when he spoke to her. His kindness was unshakeable, even despite the tensions with their situation and Minerva Peaches. ”You have a nice hat too. It fits nicely and brings out your eyes.” When he offered to share the meal, she nodded in response. It wasn’t as though her coin purse was overflowing.

Menzai sniffed out the other two and she followed, hopefully with Phia in tow. She slowed to a halt as the scenery before them played out. Minerva had jumped onto the back of an elf, or half-elf; she wasn’t sure, and Meiyu was beside them. What had happened here? Arya freed Phia from her arm and allowed Menzai to pull her towards some food stalls to help her deal with her hunger. The noise, commotion and banter had her nerves ready to bolt at the slightest provocation, but she had to ignore it. She joined Menzia and Phia at the food stalls and glanced at the wolf shifter. ”....I don’t know what to do about that situation.” She kept an eye on the situation in case it blossomed into something more dangerous. She took several deep breaths and began examining the food. ”Seems like it’s always something. Does anything appeal to you two? Maybe the others?”

Arya glanced between the duo, and then the scuffle. It seemed as though they had it handled, and attention was the last thing she wanted to endure. The thought of not being quiet to meet the Pirate Prince had her skin crawling. What if he thought she was marketable, like the others? Her stomach tightened into knots. Was there a way to leave without meeting this Prince? She couldn't abandon her friends... No, she wouldn't. The stress of the situation caused her to bit her lip.

✨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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The world around Tessa began switching–when was the sky on the ground and the grass in the air? She heard Luther’s voice distantly, as if he were in another dimension. She glanced up at his bipedal form. Her right eye twitched uncontrollably. What she didn’t know, it was bloodshot. It was as though she had been run over by a jeep, dragged up a hill, then kicked back down the hill into a river of crocodiles. Was Luther injured? She glanced at him and her vision swayed. Her shoulder was bleeding and the blood was beginning to sink through her leather jacket. The hint of iron began to waft through the air.

"How are you doing?" His tone was nearly clinical with a hint of anxiety. "Call Sicily. Its on my favorites. Tell her to get her ass over here." Luther growled the words.

Tessa fumbled for the bag. The cool night air stung her body as though filled with hornets. She sniffed out the phone and grabbed it. For a moment, she thought she might be sick on it, but managed to swallow it back. She scrolled through the favorites with difficulty, and then found Sicily. Whoever she was, Tessa was going to be grateful for aid. She tried to speak, but the nausea overrode her senses.

Tessa stared at Luther and motioned to her shoulder and dialed Sicily.

”With Luther and we need your ass here...” she spoke into the receiver once it connected, her voice weak. ”...At underground. Vampires. Bitten.”

Tessa laid on the grass and clutched her hands into the misty ground and stared at the sky. The stars twinkled back at her mockingly. Her hair splayed behind her like a cape.

”Are you okay?” She turned to face him dizzily, and tried to push herself up stubbornly. "I'm sorry." She stared at him. His bipedal form was as attractive as his human form. She almost laughed at the thought, but her head throbbed.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: Evening
Location: Tough Tavern
Interactions: @princess Charlotte, @Lava Alckon Drake, @Tpartywithzombi Ariella, @CitrusArms Stratya, @samreaper Kazu & @Tae Kalliope
Mentions:
Aesthetic: ♞ Hair ♞ Outfit with hood

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The tavern went quickly from joyful and boisterous to silent and terrifying faster than she could load an arrow. For a heartbeat, she could almost feel old bruises under her ribcage, hear the echo of his laugh, another table and another man begging… The lazy way he held the razor and white smoke around his pistol…. Her skin crawled and chills ran up and down her spine as if she’d been doused in cold water. Olivia’s heart raced so loudly she wouldn’t have been surprised if anyone else heard it. Sweaty palms clutched the table. Her gaze darted around her. Olivia’s stomach clenched with terror. There wasn't any way the group could escape safety. This wasn’t some punkass gang–these were professionals.

Her knuckles turned white from gripping the table so tautly. The dockhand's scream sent her heart racing even wilder. The wet crack of the fleeing man’s skull against the wood floor caused her to turn away at the grotesque display. Maelen’s words and taunt about the shadows caused her to glower. This fucking mage–she bit her tongue before she cursed under her breath. Her gaze moved over to the barred door, black windows and crossbrow lines, Garren watching everyone intently, with Marius in the middle, and Maelen by the hearth, cloaked figures in the back… She doubted they were here for a drink. Who were they? Was this group related to the Black Rose? Her jaw clenched at the taunting voice of Moira’s “Asteroth’s silly little rabbit” comment–why were they targeting him? fury and fear rose through her. They would not have him or anyone else!

Olivia kept her gaze pinned to the wood, but her voice slipped out in the barest whisper, brittle as glass. “Ignore her. Do not respond." When Garran ordered drinks and invisible fingers tightened on the tavern’s throats, Olivia swallowed once and let out a slow, controlled breath through her nose. Her palm slid just enough to nudge Kazumin’s under the table edge in warning.

“Everyone,” she murmured to the group, barely moving her lips, eyes fixed dutifully on the scarred wood, “hands flat. Do what they say. That mage owns the room—no heroics yet.” When the tankards started to pass and the air eased its grip, she wrapped her fingers around the first cup put in front of her, knuckles pale. Her tolerance was high enough she’d be safe enough for some time, but she wasn’t incapable of being drunk. Her ears rang from her heart pounding so hard.

“Drink,” she added under her breath, a hard edge under the softness. “If someone’s going to paint the floor for being stupid, it’s me, not you.” Her eyes lifted just once, quick as a knife flick, to find Charlotte across the chaos—one small, steady look that said I see you. I’m thinking–hold on, before she tipped the cup back and let the burn of cheap liquor anchor her to the table and the terrible patience this night was going to demand. This was a long game.

In case Charlotte had not seen her gaze or couldn’t interpret it due to fear, she whispered into her drink, “Communicare in mente,” and focused on Charlotte intently without blinking. ”Do as they say. Please tell Drake to do as they say. I will protect you all..”

Olivia knew there was a price for those spells and the consequences of those actions would soon bear fruit. Her eyes narrowed as fire burned in her eyes. Terror wracked her body as she began to take slow, deep breathes to steady her heart and mind.

Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron

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

Equipment List

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

Attire: ⋆ Outfit ⋆ Hair
Gold Balance: 43
Injuries: Scars on body, old chain marks on wrists, ankles and neck, tattoo on wrist with number

Arya’s gaze remained trained on Corin. Despite Bastion’s warm greeting and familiarity, she could not relax. When he mentioned a headache, a frown appeared on her face. He’d need a medic, but where would they find one on the island? As she approached them, her body tensed and remained poised to strike. One hand instinctively had gone to her quiver of arrows. He offered his hand to Stella who sniffed it and ruffled her feathers, then tilted her head at him and squawked her greeting. Arya’s smile remained polite as she nodded at him for his respectfulness. She kept reminding herself that Bastion knew him and it seemed well. Whoever the other elf had been, she hoped he was also fairing well.

Phia’s assessment of the situation caused a crack in her cautiousness. Her contagious joy and look on life was endearing. Fortunately, she also looked over Corin and tended to his injuries. It reminded her of–then the thought brought a chill that caused her body to tense. Every moment that passed on the island was a moment she would lose to reuniting with her family. Arya reminded herself to breathe in and out. Stella, noticing this, brushed her wings against her back as a reminder to remain grounded. In that instant, she lost track of Phia due to the busy stalls and heavy aroma of food. Panic coursed through her as she nudged Stella and commanded her to find Phia. Her eagle took off from her shoulder and took flight.

”Found her!” Stella paused in the air and then settled on the top of the stall. Arya sighed in relief and began moving through the crowd quickly. While most of them remained attentive to their affairs, a few curious onlookers pointed at the eagle and murmured amongst themselves. Arya sighed in relief and followed Menzai as well towards the stall. Her gaze swept over the stall while Stella perched back on her shoulder and ruffled her feathers warningly to any onlookers.

At the same time, Menzai now offered gold to the tailor in exchange for information. Her eyes widened–what a brilliant idea. She eyed the tailor and examined carefully for any sort of deceit or lies. Just then, Bastion joined and remained vigilant for threats as well. Her gaze moved over the clothing–how she wished she could afford more. The floral crowns with the flowing skirts and the enchanted dress. Her gaze rested on the simpler outfits with pants, blouse and boots, a simple outfit for her to move and hide in the shadows. She looked at her outfit and debated on buying new clothes when Bastion handed her a frog hat. Her eyes widened with joy and shock, and her expression lit up. Frogs.

Flashback

For a moment, the scene around them faded. They were back at her house; crickets chirped merrily, cicadas buzzing, and fireflies illuminating the air around them as the two tiefling sisters laid on their backs and gazed up at the stars. The pond nearby remained calm, with occasion ripples across the surface from bugs landing in it. One of their hands was intertwined with the other. Arya’s short hair was tucked beneath the nape of her neck while Zoriana’s flowy blonde and black hair was tied into a ponytail, yet kept its wild nature.

”That constellation… Is it Draco?” Zoriana’s quiet voice rang out across the still and peaceful night. ”Or–no, I don’t think so. Hmm,”

”Mmm. It might be. Could it be…” Arya went quiet as she began pondering the question. ”Maybe…. I think it's Sirius?”

As Zorie went to continue their conversation was interrupted by rhythmic ribbiting. The two sisters glanced at one another and sat up, their reverie paused. There was a baby frog hopping along the stone path leading to them. As Arya examined it, she noticed its eyes were wider than usual, and the tone it kept sounded melancholy. She frowned, while Zoriana carefully crawled over to it and offered her hand. The frog recoiled, then slowly jumped into her hand after a moment. There was a conversation between the two that remained telepathic, and then Zorie turned to her and frowned.

”He’s lost, and his family is missing. There were a few snakes-I told them to stay away, but they clearly didn’t. He shall now be our pet! I’ll go get him an enclosure.” Without further conversation, Zorie leapt up much like a frog herself and bounded into the house with frantic excitement. Arya smiled as she watched her sister take ownership. She trailed behind peacefully, though her heart was heavy with the news. From then on, the frog was carefully tended to by Zorie, and the two became best friends. As an older sister it warmed her heart and she hoped that Zo would remain that beautiful, and peaceful little girl.

Arya snapped back to reality. She accepted the hat and briefly brushed her hand across her pouch. ”Bastion… I, wow. Thank you,” She smiled and then hesitated–her hood had to be off in order to wear it. She glanced around then entered one of the stalls to hide her face. She slipped off the hood and set the hat on and a sad smile crept up her face. She pulled her hood back up and smiled as she exited and faced Menzai and Bastion.

”I’m... froggy.” Arya joked. Stella let out a loud sigh if an eagle could, and she glanced up at her. ”Maybe I’ll get you one,”

Stella scoffed in response and ignored her. Arya giggled and turned back to the two. ”How can I pay you back, Bastion?” She paused as the scent of food wafted over. ”I'll buy us some food?” She gestured to the stalls, and her stomach rumbled loudly. Arya ignored it and glanced at the tailor in case he did in fact take Menzai’s offer.

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Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron

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

Equipment List

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

Attire: ⋆ Outfit ⋆ Hair
Gold Balance: 38
Injuries: Scars on body, old chain marks on wrists, ankles and neck, tattoo on wrist with number

A new face.

Nothing on this godforsaken pirate island comforted Arya except her companions and Stella. Once the pirates were gone, Minerva and Meiyu departed for shopping. The four of them were left alone. Phia mentioned food and Arya nodded hungrily; it would be best for them to find food and water quickly as possible. Afterwards, shopping would be smart since they didn’t have much left after the airship crashed. She didn’t have much coin, but knowing what was available would be helpful….

As Arya went to take a breath, a man emerged from the jungle and bumped into Phia. Her muscles went from relaxing to tensing up so suddenly it gave her whiplash. She reached for her bow and strung an arrow. His mannerisms seemed genuine and benign, yet Arya did not relent. How could they trust this fellow was who he was in this den of thieves? What if he was someone disguised? Menzai shared her worries which were shared with Phia from his tongue. Unexpectedly, Bastion spoke up and cleared the man’s name. Arya lowered her bow and moved to a defense stance.

How many others had followed them? Were they still being watched? The brief glimpse of relaxation faded into the wind. Stella scrutinized the man carefully. Her gaze moved rapidly, and Arya reached up to scratch her back gently. Her eagle accepted, but did not quit tracking the movements around them.

”If Baston cleared your name, then we can relax–for now.” The way the three of them responded to the threats told her she could trust them. Even her gut did, but something in Arya remained cautious. ”We are lost, yes. Do you know anything about this island?”

”Newcomer. Why?” Stella pecked her head gently.

”Hopefully the airship,” Arya replied softly to her eagle.

”If he does anything wrong, I will peck his eyes out.”

”I wouldn't expect anything less, El, but try to refrain.”

Her talons clamped onto her shoulder and she stared at the man unblinkingly and warningly. Arya moved over to Menzai and Phia, and set a hand on the woman’s back to keep her steady due to the fact she’d fainted earlier and mentioned how hungry she was. She glanced at Menzai and shared her worry with her eyes, and then turned back to Corin and Bastion. She pulled her hood back up and fastened it around her neck.

✨Beyond The Veil✨

^{____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________}

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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Tessa inhaled when Luther became assailed. Fortunately, he was able to fend off the vampires before she could react. Her heart skipped a beat and she inhaled sharply. Fury and fear rose inside of her. Her eyes glowed brightly with amber, and then she transformed into a lycan. She howled loudly, and began forcefully pushing past a few vampires. She nodded and started to transform so she could howl to attract Dom’s attention. Was he here alone? She sniffed the air. It smelled like Vex.

Just then, a chokehold interrupted her transformation. Agonizing pain shot through her and blind her as fangs ripped into her shoulder. A frenzy of vampires began tearing at her. Tessa shrieked and headbutted the one behind her. The vampire–male, by the voice–yelled out in pain. Tessa thrashed and kicked at a few vampires while struggling to free herself.

Pain blinded her as the venom coursed through her. Tessa focused on transforming, and managed to kick them off. She whirled around, then lunged at the vampires. Blood poured out of her mouth as she bit into the vampires and tore them apart. Once free, she transformed back into a human. Breathless, dizzy, and terrified, she grabbed a match from her bag and her lighter. With difficulty, she tried to light it. However, in desperation, she managed to and thrust the burning matches at the nearest vampires.

”Get back!” She yelled dizzily, and grabbed onto Luther for support. ”Good grief! Can you see a way out? I can’t.”

Tessa pointed to his back and to herself, then back at him. Tessa gasped for air, but did not allow herself to look helpless. Jumping onto Luther's back was the fastest way out of here. ”Mind if I hitch a ride?”