shylarah

When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)

@polyatomicbeing Sorry to see you go. *snugs*

Black Rainbows: Synthetic Eden Organisation

Name: Robin "Rey" Westing
Species: human
Age: 23
Occupation: graphic designer, freelance artist on the side

Personality: Rey is a sweet man, very concerned with the wellbeing of others. He's shy, preferring to listen rather than talk when confronted with new people. He's rather sheltered.

History: Rey always knew he wanted to be an artist. And yet there's something missing, a blandness that just won't go away. He's happy with his life...isn't he?

Black Rainbows: Synthetic Eden Organisation

@RainbowFizz no, no, I'll make something. Just hope you don't expect anything fancy.

Black Rainbows: Synthetic Eden Organisation

Oh gods I forgot I need to make a profile. Rip me....

Black Rainbows: Synthetic Eden Organisation

*wiggles*

𝓣ℎ𝑒 𝓕𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝒻 𝓐𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑎 & 𝓕𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡.

It didn't matter that Miss Evelyn had been incapacitated for an extended period. The fact was that in all likelihood the potion had a certain half-life, and that while Finnegan was certainly severely affected, the effects should not last significantly longer for him than it had for his unfortunate date.

Finny tried to flirt, but he was entirely off his game. Alyssana felt a prickle of annoyance to go with the pity, but suspected his thoughts were beyond helping. It was like tales of Cupid's arrow -- he'd seen her first, and so his obsession was with her. He hardly owed her anything, save perhaps sense that he never quite managed to show.

And then he tried to stand, and ended up colliding with Walter. The younger man was unharmed, and yet Finnegan seemed to think otherwise. Now Alyssana felt guilt. She might have pulled Finny out of the way as well as herself. She was fast enough, most likely. But her distraction slowed her as Finny stumbled forward, landing atop her in her chair before she could rise to catch him. Nor was he any help in untangling himself -- and as if things weren't bad enough already, the door opened and Lady Sylvia entered.

Walter tried to excuse the situation. Alyssana herself couldn't care less what the new arrival thought, though she knew that gossip could be cruel indeed. At least Finnegan was sufficiently distracted that he stopped flailing, and she was able to straighten him up, turn him round, and escort him back to his chair. "Now is not a good time," she said shortly, not bothering to look at Lady Sylvia. "Lord Oaks has had a...minor laboratory mishap, and is in no state for entertaining guests." She didn't say the other woman should leave, but she hoped Walter would, and gave him a pointed glance. Alyssana would do it if needed, but it should come from one who actually owned the place.

Drawing Characters!

@Mae I do okay with hair once I have the shape of it. If I can't get the shape, rip me, that's the end. ^.^;;

Magia, Amore et Bellum [ACCEPTING]

I have an idea for Guild Second. @HaleytheRandom what do you say to a sworn pacifist doctor and healer?

I will work on the sheet.

Magia, Amore et Bellum [ACCEPTING]

Casara Talbot

Cas heard the news on one of her delivery runs. Two Guild members were talking, not caring that she passed by. "Do you think he's really dead?" one asked. "Will that Dark Shadows group fall apart now, do you think?" It was just a few words, but that was enough. Cas went cold, then fearful, and it took a moment for her to regain her composure. Luckily she had her back to the two talking.

Finishing the rest of the day's work was a test of endurance and control. Cas couldn't risk taking time to find out more, for fear it would be true. She wouldn't be able to handle that. When her thoughts strayed, she reminded herself that Aloysius was a clever man, if perhaps lacking in judgement at times. Still, by the time she finished she was shaky, and for a long moment she just stared at her phone, wondering what she'd do if it was true. A vague idea had built up in her head over the last couple hours, a suicidal effort at vengeance. She wasn't much of a fighter, and Shakti wasn't powerful enough to handle everything that would come at her if she started a fight in the Guild.

Aloysius's phone went straight to voicemail, but that could mean any of several things. But the police report was more encouraging than the sensationalist media. "Body not found", "missing": those were words of hope to Cas. And how like Aloysius, not to tell anyone -- damn him. Oh, she wouldn't know for sure until the meeting -- "8Pm. HQ. Don't be late." -- but it made more sense than a random train accident.

To cool her head she went for a flight around town, weaving between skyscrapers with practiced ease. She didn't have to worry about being spotted. Air distortion turned into an art form saw to that. The voice of her demon, whispering in her mind for lack of a convenient shadow, didn't help any, but they had a short and rather one-sided conversation on a hotel roof, explaining that the hurt Aloysuis had caused was inadvertent and not by any means justification to harm him.

At six thirty, Cas checked inside the Dark Shadows' headquarters, then took up an overwatch position on the entry. She didn't like being inside the building. Underground and with only one way in or out, it felt like a cage. There was no reason to subject herself to that until necessary -- and she wanted to catch Aloysius when he arrived. It was just a few minutes to eight when he came into view, and Cas stepped off her perch and descended in a rush of wind. She nailed her landing, touching down just far enough ahead that he had to use his own magic to keep her winds from mussing hair and clothes. He looked none the worse for wear, thank goodness, but with the profound sense of relief she felt there came another emotion, a sharp stab in the gut. She drew herself up and looked him dead in the eye. "Bastard," she hissed, before turning on her heel and heading inside before him.

Magia, Amore et Bellum [ACCEPTING]

@Hellion I've been told August for time of year.