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In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Amelia Payne
Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Room 2->Conference Room)
Skills: N/A


The night passed and come morning it was time to get up and have breakfast. Amelia opened her eyes, at first gazing at the other side of the bed, searching for Riley. With that done, she slowly rose up and rubbed her face for a moment in a sleepy manner before a hand ran to her head almost by habbit. No hair, her expression froze for a moment, but it didn't last too much now. She just sighed as she pulled her legs over the side of the bed and looked about." Guess it's breakfast time. Today's the last day... Let's do our best, Riley." She spoke out as she stood up and moved in to quickly get dressed for the day. In her mind there were many things that could go wrong, but she didn't think that eitehr of them would be thrown out. Well maybe herself, she didn't feel like she was very useful overall, but who knew. Given they spent quite a bit of resources on them over hte last week, she was hopeful that they planned to take in most of them. Once she was dressed up, she washed her face and afterwards waited for Riley to be done also, so they could head for the Conference room together.

Over at the conference room, things seemed to be mostly the usual, if it wasn't for the fact there was paperwork there. Wayne even commented on it. Amelia didn't pay too deep attention to it, she just thought it was stuff like the interview results and so on. Anyway she just walked over to get her breakfast and then took herself a seat somewhere to the side. There was something off and it didn't take much to spot it. The armed people were more than usual. Today being the last day of the quarantine when some people would be thrown out, probably meant that passions might get high here. On this front Amelia wasn't too worried. She wasn't going to cause a scene... well wasn't planning to. She would however protect Riley, in the case something does happen. Who knew if someone from the others, might attempt something if they weren't approved. Her money was on the dog guy Hunter.

Still it was almost over with. She threw a look around the room. It probably wouldn't be too long before the 'results' are given out. Who stays and who leaves, Amelia's only hoped the most best for Riley and after her the best for the rest of Newnan crew.
In 🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Prima Rave
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
Skills: N/a
Hit Points: 4
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Rave could only sight at the disregard that she was seemingly receiving over her desire to get at least some basic idea what to do after they leave the room. It's not like she was asking them to spot getting out of the room or anything like that, right? All she asked was if the others had any actual idea as of what they wanted or proposed for all of them to do when they escaped, but they didn't seem to even want to plan things out. The way they were acting made is clear as bright day that there was no planning they wanted to do, they all sounded like they just wanted to run amok. If she wasn't pressed by the fact that she'd also freeze to death, she wouldn't be following them out of the room really, she still wanted to live and highly doubted the few of them could escape from this manor.

As she asked if they could use her knife, not a single reply to that came. At first they were being annoyed that she wasn't trying to help in any way, but when she actually tried to be helpful and ask if they could use it, they didn't even take any notice of the sentence being said? What did that mean? Did they don't really need her to help out, or were they just acting out that way as some form of punishment? In the end she decided to just keep quiet on this point after all. It didn't seem like they cared much anyways. Maybe if they find some of the staff, she could just ask if there's a place on the ground floor she could stay down even if she's tied up whatever.

While she was thinking about this, someone actually went ahead and somehow got the door open. There was noise and then after the noise there was a opened door that wasn't too visible admittedly. Voice sounded like Penance, probably. That said Rave had no idea how actually the door got opened." Good job." Rave added her humble congratulations and works of approval, though she was wondering if they might prefer her to keep quiet actually. So the door was opened, now the only thing they could need was a source of light.
In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Constantin Kolev

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


It's been some time since Constantin last had seen an execution of the Ostanavlivat'sya. He looked at Veta who was performing her skill, his expression still serious as he stood not too far away from her, waiting to jump in at a moment's notice. The skill in action did not surprise him, after all he had seen it before, but he didn't have much time to spare to observe the reactions of hte others. He knew where his enemy was after all. With a huge piece of his attention spend on Veta and the rest on protecting her from the bastard in the rafters, he had no free to spare to anyone else right now. Still he felt better, having drawn Vlad's attention to the enemy as well. Two protectors were better than one.

As the ritual concluded, Veta appeared to be very fatigued from it. At the slightest signs that her legs were about to give out, Constantin dived in for her. He moved over to her and helped her out to not fall over, taking a protective position between her and the thing in the rafters, thing that began acting ever more loud right now. It was growling like a common beast, but the firewalker knew that it certainly was not. The fact it made a sound, meant it was preparing to make it's move. He wasn't the only one who knew of it's existance now. As for his intial thought that the church might be a place to hold up and defend, it went away right now. This thing had entered the church in advance presumably. Maybe outside was actually safer than it was here right now. In either case it was his duty now to protect her with his life! Holding onto her, his eyes darted for the exit of the church for a moment.

It all depended on what happens now. He suspected the thing would probably attack soon or at the moment one of them attempts to run away or show a weakness. Currently out of all around, he was hte only one holding onto a fatigued woman who nearly fell over. This put both Veta in grave danger. He was resolute though." Ve should leave church... nov." Constantin said out with low, but serious voice, completely ready to try to defend Veta whom he was now helping. Still he had utmost trust in Vlad and his ability to provide them with assistance should the thing attacks him and Veta. He himself was ready to block any attack with his body until his life gave away, should no other option was present.

In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Amelia Payne
Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room->Room 2)
Skills: N/A


Amelia smiled to Riley and nodded at her comment and suggestion that they should speak about the important stuff later when they are in their room alone again. Following the surprise chemical warefare deployed by the tiny survivor, to Amelia there didn't seem to be much of anything special happening before the Major woman called for them that it was time to get back to the rooms and call it a night. Amelia was a little bit confused at first, but then realized that time must have slipped a lot faster than she had expected it to. In a blink of an eye it was already time to go to bed and tomorrow it was going to be the big scary day." Guess it's time to head back to the room." She said softly to Riley and threw her a glance, waiting for a moment, before standing up and slowly heading towards the room, making sure to not separate from her lover too much. This was great for her, especially since she wanted to return to the room for a little while now.

As they got to the room, she changed into what she was going to sleep with and just laid down on the bed without moving for a moment. She was tired both physically and mentally to a degree. While it wasn't the most stressful or the most filled with surprises days of her life, it still carried a lot of punch, especially with all the more negative experiences resurfacing. She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. Then there was the fact about the big day tomorrow. Hell she felt like it was the first day of highschool all over again, only like 50 times worse.

Finally she gave Riley a good night kiss and then laid back down on the bed, relaxing, looking at her lover with a content smile." Good night, Riley." They were going to be fine... they had to be fine. She was going to be happy as long Riley was alive and well though, no matter what her own situation was. With those thoughts in mind she drifted off to sleep. Long day it had been and by the sounds of it tomorro was going to be even longer.
In 🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Priscilla Harker


Location: Boat(Sun deck)
Skills: N/A


"Hmmm? Above? Yes... ehh..." Mosi made a sound of confusion, following by a sudden realization as her head tilted backwards and she looked up at the sky. She continued to look at it for a good few moments, incapable of saying out anything as she blinked and looked down again, moving one hand to cover her face as she sighed heavily." Sorry." She apologized, before relaxing the hand down again and looked at the doctor." Guess I must be more tired and affected by this than I suspected. For a moment there I got confused that we were down on the open air launge instead up here." She mumbled out and closed her eyes in slight embarrassement. Maybe for the moment she should be thinking things through a lot more before she spoke out, least something like this happened again." Yes... ahm... awkward..." She cought slightly." Room's on the Second deck..." Mosi said the location properly this time somewhat pretending she didn't fail in quite a sectacular way just a moment earlier.

As the man explained his preference for gas over supernatural about the current state of events, Mosi couldn't help it and nodded at his arguments. He did make sense, after all, what you knew was less scary than what you didn't. Fear of the unknown and all that, the all manner of ghosties, ghoulies and long leggedy beasties that were fumbling around in the darkness were the stuff of nightamres, that they were all fed up form the moment they were born. 'Be good or *add scary monster name here* will come take you at night.' She just sighed slightly at the thought of it. Recalling all hte times her parents were trying to scare her into doing their bidding while growing up or trying to get her to turn out the way they wanted.

"That is true, but..." Mosi began saying as she looked at hte man in the eyes." The possibilities lie in the unknown, you know." The woman stated somewhat resolutely." What you call medicine now, once upon a time would have been seen as magic to the people. Who knows what other wonders are hiding out there, waiting to be discovered." She looked the parts of herself that she could, finding no more stingers. The feeling was absolutely divine.

"Thank you, doctor." She finally thanked the man from the bottom of her soul." Had it been not for you, who knows what might have happened." Mosi stated and took a really long deep breath of relief." Will also thank the captain properly later for helping me out, despite the fact I lost my ticket." She promised and looked at hte doctor." I'm in your debt for this, if you ever need help about something, I will surely try to help you out to the best of my abilities!"
In 🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1 → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Prima Rave
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
Skills: Wisdom
Hit Points: 4
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Alright, Rave was more or less sensing that the comments at her were qutie hostile at this point. She frowned in the darkness and felt a little bit offended at the suggestions that she was just sitting around and not doing anything, basically just because and asking stupid questions. She didn't think those were stupid questions, acting without thinking was always a bad plan and she had a valid reasons not to be out there trying to play the rogue and break through doors or try to break furniture in complete darkness. She grid her teeth as she put some weight on her leg, only to feel the pain stab at her.

"Look, I'm not against getting out of the room." Rave stated and sighed." But just getting out of the room doesn't solve anything, does it? Once out it's going to be a lot of danger, we should decide what we are going to do while we are in the process of going out of the room." Rave explained her reasoning." As for why I'm standing around, it's because I can't really help with anything physical right now. I can't really put weight into a freshly stabbed leg and me wobbling around and bumping into someone seems like the least helpful thing." She added an additional explanation. She was starting to dislike these people more and more. Some more so than others, but to her mind they either didn't care for the consequences of their action, or were acting out on their own plans with little regard for the rest.

Still she thought about it a little as Penance asked Blush about the lock. Still somewhat displeased about being blamed for nothing she decided she might as well try to help as much as she could, given her situation." Look, if you need something for the lock, I've got my knife with me. It might be sturdy enough to help you pry a lock on a door. Will that help you?" Rave asked in the darkness.
In Warhammer 40k: Enigmas of the Warp → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
"Ah!" Vala suddenly jolted to a sitting position from as she woke up from her nightmares. She was breathing heavily as she regained her bearings and looked around her room. It was the same as she had left it when she went to sleep. The door was still secured tightly by a magnetic lock she put together just to secure it, because she trusted those buckets of bolts that called themselves techpriests about as much as she'd trust a daemon or rather she might trust the daemon more... It hadn't been once or twice her defenses caught someone trying to get inside the room and she did have a bug or two on occasion in hte past. Techpriests hated her guts and to most of them she was ready to return in kind. She was just as worthy to tinker and deal with technology as any of them!

She moved her feet off the side of the bed and sat properly, rubbing her face with her hands. Bare skin revealed from her sleepware, feeling the coolness of the air. It's been quite a bit of time already since she entered the services of the inquisition... how long was it? A few years now? She still had nightmares. The initiation into the inquisition wasn't the nicest thing ever, especially since they found her so near chaos vessels. She was proved, studied, interrogated in many ways until she was deemed safe from chaotic corruption. And she suspected she was not exectured on the spot simply because of luck back then. Anyways it didn't matter anymore, but honestly those 'studies' left a huge scar on her, nto so much physical as mental. And she was fine physically only because they did a good job.

Taking a deep breath, she walked into the shower unit, and took a breif shower before she moved over to her usual equipment for a mission and changed into it. With the suit and armored secured, she got her weapons in place and no one could call her unprepared. She had a lot of weapons on herself. Better be safe than sorry, was her motto and she was still alive because of it.

As she opened the door of her room, she saw a servitor 'innocently' milling about with some tasks. She narrowed her eyes, sighed and then did an eyeroll. No doubt it was placed here to keep an eye on her or something else. She was going to have to do a sweep of her room when they return later... If they dared mess with ehr stuff while she was gone, she was going to show them what she thought of their tech heresies opinions and this time with 50% more explosions...

She closed the door of her room behind herself and proceeded to attach the magnetic lock on it for good measure, before pulling a pen and a note from ehr pockets, scribbling.' It explodes if tempered. Try unlocking this one.' And attached it to the device before heading off to the hangar where they were to meet up for the upcoming mission. Needless to say it was likely her 'owner' would recieve a very disgruntled message from teh tech priests of the place at a later date... as usual. But no matter what, she WAS in service of the fucking inquisition, so the bags of bolts couldn't touch her none of her devices had proved any of hteir claims for heresy so far and they wouldn't.

As she entered the hanger she spotted her Celestian Superior Aviza, doing some preparations about hte mission of her own. Vala, made a note to step heavier to signal her arrival as she walked to a nearby crate that she decided to use as improvised table and started going through her gear there. Mostly confirming there wasn't any issue with the cells for the sniper. A while back one was defective and she nearly ended blowing off both her hands. Somehow a recharged by fire cell ended up in her supply. Vala was sure it was teh techies, hadn't had a proof though.
In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Lady Amalthea I posted ^^
In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Constantin Kolev

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


People had gathered upon the hollow grounds. That was all nice, having a sturdy building to protect was way better than be in open fields, but that was under the condition they could protect it of course. Constantin wasn't quite sure how people here protected places like churches or if the holy grounds would even keep the local soulless at bay. There always seemed to be exceptions to every rule.

As he watched Veta focus on the ritual and Vlad conversing briefly with the woman that Veta chased after, Constantin noticed something wrong. The room felt wrong... There was a scent in the air, fire, but the place was free of smoke, unless he couldn't see it through the haze, but he doubted that was the case. Still as his attention was focused, he noticed something, something really bad. There was some kind of existance inside the church. It was big, dark, wrong... hiding in the rafters. He felt like cursing, but didn't. Veta was not to be disrupted from the ritual, but her safety was of greatest importance as well.

A hand tactifully moved over to his weapon, resting on the handle in as casual manner as he could, but he was ready to dash in and protect the Grand Duchess with his life. He moved a few steps about, moving closer to her within acceptable distance, to have the chance to jump in and push her out of the danger if the worst came to shove. In the meanwhile, he looked at Vlad with very serious expression, but didn't speak out, he was afraid of provoking the thing into attack. He hoped his expression was enough of a clue and also slowly looked upwards with his eyes only for a brief moment without moving his head, hoping that Vlad would get the clue.

Still what a bad series of luck they had for a while now. Though he couldn't help, but admit that it was probably not luck. he might be a little paranoid about Veta's safety, but he was almost certain the soulless seemed to be gunning for her for some reason... and maybe hte rest of them as well on the side. He now only hoped the thing didn't act before Veta was done with the ritual.


In 🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Lady Amalthea, I posted. ^^, so... counter reset plz *puppy eyes*
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