rivaan

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Constantin Kolev

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Location: Gretna Green
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive), Perception

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He ushered the horse somewhat faster forward, but even that had a limit as to not have the horse bumpi nto someone. If there was one thing that didn't mix well with horses in movement, it was people who weren't looking where they were walking. Never the less, they had arrived at hte church in a short notice without any experiences of sudden evil winds or simply the world ending or whatever else could happen at this point.

As Veta jumped off the horse and stormed forwards to deal with Ludwig, Constantin didn't hurry to disembrak in quite the haste. He moved the horse a little away of the main entryway and then hopped off it, then moved his horse towards Vlad's, keepign them together. These were Circus horses, good horses, well trained. He didn't want anything to happen to them. While doing so, he looked about, noting some somewhat familiar faces around, but be it Virginia or Millicent, neither were people whom he actually knew much of aside seeing their faces earlier in London. Still he pulled his attention away from them and out to the surroundings again.

This haze was here for a reason and as interesting and curious as it was, the fact it was present was more than a lil suspicious especially since the wind earlier, made sure htey wouldn't have Ludwig to possibly say what it was. Of course maybe he was being a little paranoid in this. He had a good reason to be, this concerned the survival of Veta, Vlad, his parents and hte rest of the circus - all people he cared for. Thus he decided that while Veta was concentrating at her task at hand, he would stay vigil. With the horses out of the way, he focused his attention on teh surroundings, searching for anything that might be of danger once more.

My Hider

Character current location: Gretna Green
Characters attempted actions: Keep an eye out for dangers around that may endanger the Grand Duchess!
Any and all skills being used: Perception roll( No actiual skill to boost it a. A general Perception Roll)
Why each skill is being called: To spot things!
Desired location of the character: Gretna Green

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Priscilla Harker

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Location: Boat (Infirmary) -> Boat(Sun deck)
Skills: N/A

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"Indeed." Mosi nodded at the captain as he agreed to moving to the sun deck. She smiled and looked at the doctor who also gave the approval of the idea." Well as much as I don't really want to move, it's better to do so." Mosi added with a grin and reached over, taking the doctor's hand to help her stand up. She sure was awaiting the time eventually when her body resumed it's at least normal flexibility. She got up and tried lightly stretching, but it wasn't a nice experience. Yeah... the stingers had to be removed first.

She quietly followed the guards who were to lead them to the sun deck.She squinted her eyes even more over the swelling as she got hit with the first rays of light, before she got used to it once she got on the sun deck. It was way hotter here, actually. At least the air was supposedly clearer and all that. It would all be great in theory if it wasn't for the simple fact the haze in the air hadn't seem to have gone out. She stood at the side looking at the docks and the people starting to panic there as well.

"So... remember when I told the captain that it seemed to be a occult event happening?" Mosi asked with a huge grin on her face as she observed the people on the docks also panicking." Either something really out there is happening, or that's a whole lot of gas. I'm betting on my theory now." She chuckled as she found a chair to sit down on, so the doctor can start removing the stingers.

Warhammer 40k: Enigmas of the Warp

I will join. I think, I might be able to slot this in me schedule after all!

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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"Yes... no..." Amelia mumbled out, as Riley asked how she was. She herself wasn't sure how she felt right now to be honest. Every time she comforted herself that she would be alright, something happens and stuff she thought that she burried deep enough to not matter anymore resurface again." Just... bad memories, I didn't want to remember and things I've been trying not to think about." She added, leaning slightly to Riley." We... should go visit the graves when an opportunity shows itself." She eventually added out in quiet voice. There was no more avoid the subject or the issue. Maybe, just maybe by facing those graves and saying her goodbye with those who fell, she might be able to finally start slowly settling those memories. The people from back then were dead, at least they were so for good.

This was the only comfort in this situation, that the ones who had died, were no longer shuffling around in eternal torment. For the first time in forever she suddenly thought of her own parents. It's been so long since she had last seen them, the start of this nightmare to be precise, all those years ago. Back then she never found a trace of them when she was still close to her hometown. For all she knew they were either dead or were turned into a zombie long time ago, but she would never know. At least knowing the people from Newnan didn't suffer the same fate, gave her the feeling of relief.

Her eyes wandered around the room again, seeing everyone doing their own thing, it lingered on Ash and Thana for a moment there. They were acting pretty lovey-dovey there. It was nice seeing it, especially after the long time of seeing Ash alone during their journey here. She still quickly looked away and at Riley, though." We will be alright... we have to be." She mumbled quietly. Too much had gone wrong already for it to continue to go bad. Eventually at some point stuff had to go in a better direction. This should be that better direction!

Devil May Cry: Night of Knights

Kosara

Location: Camlann City, Ellington Plaza Theatre

"Huh..." Kosara mumbled when she realized what the enemies were. THey were flying and floating and noisy. She grimaced for a moment before she tossed the warg head to the side at the seats, having it neatly fall right in the middle of one, as if watching hte impossible to see movie right now. She then pulled her sword and dodged away as more blasts of air came in her direction. The darkness was kind of not nice at this situation. At hte theatre hall it was pretty dark overall even with the movie projector running, it didn't illuminate much without the screen to actually reflect the light. She frowned again as she dodged by virtue of her other senses, mainly she used hte sound the banshees were making as they were attacking at her which mostly sounded like draft across a corridor.

She tried shooting at htem, but it didn't seem to be hitting." Ohh... so... ghosts wanabes." She added and dodged again, slashing at another one that she just sensed above herself, but it wasn't physical so her demonic sword passed through it like it wasn't there, instead to be met with a terrifying sound attack of sorts that caused her ears to hurt like mad and forced her to dodge as far away in a single move as she could."... guns don't work and getting close to static ones don't work... What's the weak point?"

With that confirmed, she noticed that whenever they swoop down to attack her up close, they seem to be interracting with the enviroment which in this case was getting the theatre seats destroyed. So that was the moment to attack. She nodded and dashed towards hte middle lane before aiming her gun and shooting at hte hinges of the door to the entry hall htat was still illuminated, getting a line of light into the movie hall. To her pleasant surprise one of the banshees tried to go for her at the same time, getting a metaphorical deer in headlight look as it got put in it's place. It staggered and she realized something was up, and followed with a dash and a slash, up from the top down to the bottom in one single move, splitting it in two. It wasn't really alive for her to confirm, but she gave it designation dead since there wasn't any activity of it anymore. The others weren't making the same mystake though, they stood out of hte light, so Kosara dashed at them instead.

She dashed, dodged and jumped, delivering hails of bullets at the other 2 until one of them got triggered enough to make a dive for her, turning physical in the process as it got close. Kosara took the chance using her armored gauntlet proceeded to dodge to the side, finally getting enough momentum to leave phantoms and then delivered a devastating punch to the creature before it could turn incorporeal again, staggering it for a good moment, which she used to split it in two and then 2 as she swung at it twice. The last Banshee screamed, causing her ears to hurt, but it didn't get close no matter how she baited it. It just screamed at her and kept away from the reach of her sword. This wasn't working out well, so she decided to go for it once more. She sped up, ran up the wall, arriving by the enemy. It reacted right awya by screeming to get rid of her. She had to admit it was rather painful, but she had an ace up her sleeve. Her earbuds were blasting music at top volume so it didnt disable her as much, despite the pain and she allowed herself to 'slip' and drop on the ground.

Taking hte cue that it's prey was rendered harmless for a moment, the banshee dove for her, but this was what she had planned and as it arrived by her, it was met by the sudden upward slash from the huge sword, cleaving it again into two pieces. Two pieces she right away slashed at again. Having dealt with 3 of htem, she carefully looked around, eyes looking about for another enemy, it wasn't until she confirmed no other banshee was appearing, that she took a breath of relief and proceeded to wipe some blood from the corner of her mouth." Damn... bit myself..." She cursed in embarassement. She had indeed bitten her lip when she faked the slip and fell down.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Prima Rave

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
Skills: Wisdom
Hit Points: 4
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Darkness... it was so damn dark in here right now. While the presence of hte voices of hte rest of the occupants of the attic gave in a level of reassurance that she wasn't alone in here, it also made the place rather unnerving. The way people could be around, but you couldn't see any of them. Hell she couldn't see her own hands even! It was going to get colder fast, and there wasn't a way out found yet. Well Titian seemed to have gotten out, so at least one door might be open? She looked around in vain, as her hand was placed on her injured leg. Everyone seemed to have their own task they were wanting to do, but they more or less denied the possibility of calling someone to come with a light.

"Be careful with that bed, it didn't look like the safest thing!" Rave called back to Walnut when the woman said she was going to be checking the bed. She was concerned about the survival of hte people here even if she wasn't as approving of some of their behaviors. With the others going for hte doors, she wondered why Walnut was going for the bed instead though. What sort of tool would the bed have? Honestly on this she was in agreement with Penance, they needed some light, or even if they left the attic it would be hard. Like how would htey go down the stairs without a light? Since she wasn't going to be moving much right now, she tried to figure out a way to maybe get a light going. There surely was a way to get some sparks or something to get a fire going!

" If only there was a flint and steel..." She mumbled as she tried remembering and thinking of other ways to maybe get those sparks. She was ready to burn a piece of her clothing if she had to.

My Hider

Character current location: The Attic (Confinement)
Characters attempted actions: Think of a way to light a fire with possibly avaible materials!
Skills Used: Wisdom
Why each skill is being called: Cause this is all about the Wisdom.
Desired location of the character: The Attic (Confinement)

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Constantin Kolev

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Location: Gretna Green
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)

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Constantin didn't reply to Veta's comment, but he gave a silent nod to it even if she wouldn't be able to see it. Despite everything, he had to once more remind himself that soulless weren't really brainless animals. The assumtion that they would have attacked held little value especially since many of the soulless were fully capable of cooking up schemes. Some of them did seem to continue to possess some sentience and hell even animals could be scheming. Wolves for one easily hunted in packs which by nature was a plan. He was forced to recall the flying multiheaded icy bastard of a creature that nearly killed them. That one put up a fog to hinder visibility and hinder people and then also bailed for unknown reason. Yeah Veta was right, figuring out the minds of Soulless was a fruitless task and one that was not for humans.

"Sadly, Ludwig died with many ansvers." Constantin said quietly as he sighed." When it happened, I had just asked him to try to identify that thing that attacked you by the lake. I still felt that it's appearance at that time was of importance." The firewalker explained to Veta as they rode forward. The haze didn't seem to be vanishing and THAT was just plain weird. It wasn't relaly too hindering, he would have been concerned if it was fog, but with the way this was, he just felt curious. He seriously pondered what Ludwig would have had to comment on it, had he not met that unfortunate fate earlier.

"Ohh... there's the church? Good." Constantin commented as he saw the building some distance away. At least the chuch was reasonably and logically located in the town. This was at least something good he could say about this place so far. Be it bad food, crazy seas, scary monsters, and dangerous events, overall Constantin didn't have much of a pleasant or good impressions of these lands. People were somewhat nice most of the time, but the rest of it...

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Priscilla Harker

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Location: Boat (Infirmary)
Skills: N/A

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Priscilla let out a soft laughter at the captain's expression and reaction to her little speech about the Occult. Apparently she found herself an unbeliever. Nothing bad with that, it was his personal right to choose so. Besides she didn't actually have proof it was an occult event, unless she actually found something or someone being brought back from the land of the dead. Now if that did happen, and she made the captain oversee the whole process, she wondered if he would believe then, but honestly she couldn't really tell what might be happening in actuality. After all, was someone tryign to pull something from the dead on the ship? That was also the reason she suggested the captain to send someone around to ask people around hte port too.

"Well, it might be gas..." Priscilla shrugged her shoulders." But isn't that thing more or less bad for us? If it's really is gas, won't we get kind of dead or sick if we stay here?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, eyeing hte captain, looking for a proper answer from him on this.

"Hey doc, I know to leave you to your work and all that, but when can I move?" She asked with a sort of tired voice. As much as tired and frankly not really comfortable she felt, sitting here with all these hazy vision stuff going on was a little too much." Like I would love it if I could instead go somewhere on the open air deck and sit there? Will that be alright with you captain? That way I will be out of the way of your crew while they do their tasks around the rest of the ship." She suggested to the captain.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Briefing -> Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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Thank god the briefing had more or less ended with the explanation from Thana. Amelia was really grateful to Riley as her love tried to comfort her, but this briefing brought to the surface too much painful things she was trying to avoid for a long while now, things she was struggling to deny or to never think about. As she was silently trembling a lil, she was recalling their faces, of those who vanished with that collapse and of those who vanished afterwards too. Amelia couldn't help, but recall Ray. The poor guy, she basically dragged him out of the ruins and yet he wasn't with them anymore because of a fickle play from fate... luck... karma? There was a saying that Karma was a bitch, she never understood the extent of it until the apocalypse came.

She quietly just followed Panama out of the Briefing and all the way back to the Conference Room, once inside she didn't go back to the tv. She didn't even bring her chair, instead just found herself a nice spot by the wall and kept quiet, emotions stirred a tad out of control for the moment, she needed to sort them out, but the memories weren't cooperating at all. Now that it's been stirred, she was recalling people...

She hugged her knees and hid her face into them, quiet. She was going to go visit Jame's grave when a chance presents itself, that much she made her mind on, that was the least she could do now that she knew for sure he was here, but how should she deal with these emotions that were stirred up? The sadness, the loss, the regret and the pain they had experience in the wake of Newnan's fall. Sometimes even now she could hear it all whenever she closes her eyes, or she would dream of it too. In her silence she contemplated if something would happen to this place also... a tsunami maybe? It was technically safer here than outside in the wild, but... was it really when it all came down to it? Was anywhere safe? Suddenly she kind of wished to go back to the bedrooms...

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Prima Rave

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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It wasn't really unexpected, given it was the only way of interracting with the rest, but suddenly the chatter felt like it had increased. People were speaking out and expressing their opinions once more. The sounds of people in the room, certianly beat not having any voices though, it this was complete silence, well it would have been really scary experience, being locked in a completley dark and silent room, not knowing what was out htere. With people talking, at least you could get a feel that you weren't alone. She frowned as the people in the room started accusing Titian right away again. Well yes he did break out a door and by the sounds of it left them behind, but could he really be blamed if all these people were accusing him like this still?

Though that said, it's not like she couldn't understand their point to a degree. Still as far as she had seen the man act until now, he didn't seem like someone who if he wanted to hurt you would do so by underhanded means. He seemed like a direct kind of guy to her and he did help her earlier, so she wasn't really willing to blindly blame him for this mess, so on that count she was in disagreement with the others who voiced such opinions.

Anywas, she also spotted the fact that it was getting kind of colder now. Only now she realized, yeah... fires were out across the manor, so there was not constant source of hot air to warm the confinement and well... this was the attic sort of, was it not? Above them was only the roof and tiles, they wasn't much to isolate them from the cold outside. She frowned as her hands grasped in the darkness, only to find her animal in her lap still, so that was nice. Taking it carefully she blindly put it in her pocket again, as to not lose it in this darkness.

"Well... I'm having harder time moving... and I'm sort of in the middle of the wall without a door so..." Prima Rave said as people seemed to agree that locating the doorways was the course to follow for hte moment. She didn't really want to go outside without someone from the manor to be present, but well... neither did she want to freeze to death later." Maybe we can call out to someone to come with a light?" She asked." I mean they probably would want to keep an eye on us in this darkness after all, right?" She suggested and with that said she slowly and carefully started to attempt to stand up at least. Using the wall behind herself to lean on, she put as much weight as she could on her healthy leg, as to not strain the injured one.