Redking0380

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Fareed Nashala Asim

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Starry Night ball

Location: Grand Ballroom

“"She knows that I am always in her corner. I can advise and have my opinions, but at the end of the day she is a woman, not a girl, and I will respect her autonomy."
"But full transparency, I will step in if it looks your man makes her uncomfortable. I still have some responsibility as her brother.”

@Remram

”You are a much more carefree man then I. Should one of my sisters find herself in such a spot I would know the mans bloodline and hobbies going back four generations by the time they even met her. Fareed speaks plainly, watching the stiff woman talk further with Munir. She blushes like the maiden she is, making him wonder what exactly was being said.

”Though, I suppose there are worse people to experience a night with then my brother. If nothing else, she will enjoy herself until dawn. Then? Who can say what feelings may remain.”

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

The Cowl Inn

The Princess

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The Cowl Inn

It was a quaint day for Princess. The sort that ended faster than one would initially perceive, hours gone in an eyes blink.

But it was a semblance of enjoyable, a semblance of something that itches away at that need for experience. That need to find oneself.

Now here she…they sit in a bar. A place as quaint as her daily work, even if it's much cooler than that fire. Small talk filled the air like smoke, the walls had a grunge to them like soot, and she saw the same one each place she looked.

Opposed to those mixed drinks and cans of those around her, she had something more befitting her names stations. A curved glass, one befitting wine and filled with such a crimson liquor. Sips had been taken, but it mostly sat idly swirled.

"Anyway. You got plans for the weekend? Up to anything nice that doesn't involve running into burning buildings or splitting cars in two? Normal stuff? You're all people at the end of the day, this isn't some workplace sitcom that my......yeah."

Another swirl, Princess studies her glass. Noting how sticky it seemed, clinging to the glass so unlike what wine should.

“A fair question to ask, yet one I have had no forward thoughts to.” She takes a lazy lean to the side, not against the wall but again thin air. As if there was something there.

“Maybe I shall go to my cabin for a day, see how nature has treated it. Maybe I shall wander the streets alone or with my darling raven, perhaps I shall visit a gallery or draw my own art.” Princess muses, a wistful tone in her voice, but each word seems to draw color from the air. Leaving things noticeable more in shades of Grey, except her drink that seems to gain a deep hue of red.

A hum comes from deep in her chest, something orchestral. “There are many paths laid before us, we must merely pick one. Not to worry, nothing shall bar us from them all. Afterall, a path in the wood has no end just as it has no walls, the end is never…the end…” The words seem to linger, echo, her eyes tracking something not quite there as she mutters in and out of a plural reference to herself.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Fareed Nashala Asim

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Starry Night ball

Location: Grand Ballroom

. "Pardon me, I couldn't help, but to notice your... disapproval of that man over there speaking to my sister. Should I be concerned?"

@Remram

The man who approached was one of sturdy build, one who had the smell of oil amongst them to match that steely look in his eyes as his neck craned.

”Not so much disapproval as worry. Munir is a man with far too much heart to give and a mind too slippery to realize not all should hold it.

He turns back to the wayward brother, noting as he prances round like a bird with less rhythm.

”I would think you would have more disapproval for one who courts your sister, less so question a watcher of their ceremony.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Fareed Nashala Asim

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Starry Night ball

Location: Grand Ballroom

For a room of such size and opulence, this ‘Grand Ballroom’ was terribly stuffy. Perhaps it was a lack of airflow or the masses of conversing nobles, or that lingering spice to the air of some improperly prepared food.

Fareed was a man alone in a sea of faces, merely waiting and observing near the table of Alidasht delicacies. Not eating, watching. Amber eyes scanning across crowds, lingering on the foolish display being enacted by Munir as he seemingly flirts with yet another woman. All he can hope is that his sibling does not cause another incident or require him to step in and stop another rightfully scorned lady from stabbing the playboy. Ranyas talks of her brothers possibly manipulated mind seem to not have ground, but it would be remiss of Fareed to dismiss them outright. That rake of a sibling had been out of sight for far too long to not have fallen into some deception as he is wont to.

Regardless of possible plots, this was not an event a man such as Fareed could merely relax at. No matter what his dear siblings asked of him. The only reason he was here was to keep an eye upon that flirting fool over there and because many of them promised to attend shortly after his arrival.

Lies, most of them. Fareed was long used to them trying to deceive his wit to get him to relax, but sometimes it is a plot he must go along with. In truth he had little doubts many would be along any time soon if at all.

So he stands as a statue, watchful gaze silently seiving though these attendants.

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

Many On One

The Princess

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"Tough call that one at the pizza parlour. Not much you could do, but, hey, we'll go for the next one. Anyway, I'm aware you seem comfortable shifting from form to form, and what I have on my desk, I've got three forms so far. I guess the only question I have is are you okay as you are in this base form, Princess? I know you'll always pick a form when you get there. But when you're back at the office, are you all comfortable as you, and is there anything I can do to help? Within reason, of course." A delving question. But one that she could answer honestly.

Princess was someone used to questions. Questions of who they are, what they are, why they are eating fried hands, normal things that most people would think of. All things that she had no true answers for. How does one quantify self when one's being is but a thousand fractured shards of glass that grind against each other in s semblances of screams and cries begging to come out?

How does one express the limitations of form to a person who has ever known themself? How does one express the deep seated loss of something integral to what make you you when you cannot even remember or express what that thing was in the first place? How does one describe such an utter loss of self as to know you once existed as a thing greater but no longer have the frame of reference to even know what is missing?

To her, skin was not something to be comfortable in, it was a stop gap. A binding to keep her together because what else could? What else could keep fragments of what was together if not something piecemeal? Something that in of itself consisted of thousands of pieces? Can one call a bird by its name if it had no feathers? Could a book be called such if it had no pages? Can one narrate life without a voice?

The princess does not know, nor does she know exactly how to voice it. So warped by others perspectives she no longer has one of herself, merely a funhouse mirror of blinding cracks. Even James, sensible James of the stalwart minds, kept her on the edge of something human and something like…static. Something based in fear and masks and tearful eyes afraid to look back, a nightmare for her and certainly for him.

“No,” she says with a modicum of cheeriness. “No, there is nothing you can do.”

Her smile is fragile.

Wilderness Wonderland: A Mascot Horror Game (Monster of the Week)

We discussed ideas, but never actually got anywhere beyond the basics

Wilderness Wonderland: A Mascot Horror Game (Monster of the Week)

William Aubergine

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William did not know the people next to the entrance, and frankly had little care for learning who they were compared to what they stood next to.

Duck Billed O'Malley was an old face, an acquaintance and little more. William worked on him as a favor when a colleague was on sick leave, but that was years before he even heard of Wonderland. Least until…

Point being, the mechanic did not expect to see the leprechaun up and around anymore. Much less here, with these strangers.

Each step echoes in the cold night, doing little to deter their conversation even as they turn towards him. One seemed on the edge of a greeting when the staticky whine of a television screeched out, one of them turning on to reveal… Jack.

Jack the Jackolope, Handsome Jack, the Jack of The Box zone, even the Jack of a limited time card set. It's a face that even after this long it's easy to recognize for anyone from this town, but it's deeply familiar to William. His hands had wondered every groove of that face, astonished at the lack of seams and how quietly it ran. ‘Now that's an inventor's secret’ Greyson would always say smugly, tapping the side of his nose with a shine in his eye. William always thought his face was off. Maybe that spark was the memory of something haunting? He had seen the same thing many times himself in mirrors.

History matters little except where it has led to, and in this moment it leads to him barging forth to follow the Duck inside the Wonderland.

Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont

A Slice Of The Action

The Princess

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It was a nice day, one of moderate temperatures and decent clouds to provide shapes to draw the eye. And hands at that, as she whittles away at a sketch book. That cloud looked like a bird, the other one reminded her of that sour face that James so liked to have around her, and that third looked like Phenomaman!

Actually… It seemed far too colorful for a cloud. And agitated.

Wait, what time was it?

The sun seemed lower, even if it was nowhere near dusk. Which would mean…

Was she late to work?

“Are you…my partner?” She asks the floating man calmly, appearing in control.

“Thats right girly, Fenom! At your service.” The colorful man was as boisterous as his costume would suggest. “We need to head over to this pizza place and help out. Frankies.” He twitches a bit.

“Oh! Apologies, I got my head caught in the clouds.” She closes the book, handing it off to a nearby bird before standing up. Princess felt a bit small next to Fenom, even more so then normal. That just wouldn’t do, they need to make up time! Short people can’t move fast after all.

The solution? More legs of course!

Princess takes off down the street, and somewhere between the third and fourteenth step did two legs become four and the heat become slightly more noticeable. Mostly cause all of the fur. Despite having much better hearing now, she does fail to hear the man behind her telling her that she went the wrong way, before half-heartedly following her.

Suffice to say, they started off on a poor note and arrived to their mission rather…late.

Late enough that from the parking lot they could see something…off. Even beyond the man who just got thrown through a window that repeatedly fixed and broke several more times.

Stepping in provided no further context, merely further confusion. Exasperated even more so by the static voice of James trying to give them orders. Princess does the sensible thing of approaching the one man around who seems to be keeping things some degree of functional.

“Oh thank N’Seth you’ve arrived!” The uniformed man somehow balances a stack of boxes on an arm that seemed unhealthy squidlike. “Look uh…” He takes a moment to look over the duo. “Cat thing, help move ingredients in the back and protect the workers. Big guy, you look nice handle the counter and phone. I will try and fix this. I just need room to breathe and to not get fired.”

Princess and Fenom simply exchange another set of looks before the furry cat jumps past the beleaguered man to the back, the very hot back. Right next to all the ovens.

Adventure is Out There!: An Amazing Digital Circus RP

Yeah that’s a good idea! Might be hard to have them engage with the adventures if they’re hating Caine the whole time 😆
I’m excited to see your OC!!
I think we can get the RP started soon. I’ll officially play Kinger along with my OC but I realized while also controlling Caine for our first adventure, I will have to pass on Jax. Should I put like a status update to get another player or two?

Or @Redking0380, do you plan to play any CCs?

@silver21

I am on edge and thinking it all over

Wilderness Wonderland: A Mascot Horror Game (Monster of the Week)

William has no idea what he's walking in to.

Oh I'm not talking about the park.

I'm talking about the three fools in front of the park, two of them casually talking about fairies and the supernatural while Loch is just standing there being like "I-I just thought we were dealing evil corporations and super advanced AI and maybe ghosts today. Nobody told me we'd be dealing with the fae! I feel wildly unprepared!"

@fellsing

Hey now, I have a big iron on my hip and far to much Willingness to pistol whip anything with wings