Alright I'll try and have a post up before I head to work in 10ish hours. If not, then Monday afternoon/evening at the latest.
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You're an interesting species. An interesting mix. You're capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you're not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.
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Courtesy of my ancient iphone 4 lol
Just cuz I haven't done this for a bit
Mocha hanging out on me while I wait for the carpool to get here.
Mocha hanging out on me while I wait for the carpool to get here.
I'll probably do a personal post for Trish tomorrow, doesn't necessarily need to be a collab or anything. But if anyone's available around 2 pm EST tomorrow and sNts to join in, I'm game.
“Fair enough.” Beth shrugged and pressed the com again. “Capt’n, you may want to interview our new refugee.”
The comm crackled and this time it was the captain’s voice. “Sure, I’ll be there soon.” His voice raised a bit at the end as if he was uncertain.
”There the captain is on his way.” Beth leaned against the rail.
Is this gonna be Harper and Amir then? The collab that is
I assume Amir is up next to finalize the new addition and move the plot along? (not rushing, just clarifying)
Susie watched as the mute went for the front door, not willing to speak in order to stop her, not when there was a creature in her kitchen. From the sounds, the knights were still fighting it, clattering, clanging, grunts and snarls emanating from within. She might be half orc, and she might handle the bar fights that break out here, but if a creature could defeat knights with their armor and weapons and training, what hope did she have. She slipped behind the bar, making herself as small as she could, awaiting for death or salvation.
Lyle, on the other hand, had different ideas. He moved over to the bar, dropped a few coins, and grabbed a bottle of corn whiskey. He'd seen the merit in the young girls idea, even if it was more of an impulse than a plan. Biting the cork free, he took a long swig, drew his mace, and moved over to the girl and the door. "Let's go girly. Better to die fighting or fleeing than like a rat in a trap."
He wrenched open the damaged door, slipped past the bits and pieces and blood from the halfling's corpse and stepped into the foggy air. There didn't appear to be any wolves in the immediate vicinity, but it was hard to tell. Lyle sniffed at the air, listened close, his instincts from his hunting days kicking in. He could only see maybe ten, fifteen feet tops in front of him, but could already make out blood, wolf tracks, and footsteps from the greaved knights. Wolves never attacked settlements like this, even when starving and desperate. There were much easier targets in the woods, hunters, loggers, even lesser creatures. What was bringing them here?
He heard a clink, as if something were pulling at a chain nearby, in the house next to the tavern. The house belonged to Gunther, a cut-rate hunter in the village, not even worthy of the name. It was followed by tapping against glass. The girlie would be closer, and he'd need to keep an eye out for dangers. If she did investigate, she'd find a tiny wolf cub looking at her through the glass, chained to a wall, yipping happily at the attention.
Lyle, on the other hand, had different ideas. He moved over to the bar, dropped a few coins, and grabbed a bottle of corn whiskey. He'd seen the merit in the young girls idea, even if it was more of an impulse than a plan. Biting the cork free, he took a long swig, drew his mace, and moved over to the girl and the door. "Let's go girly. Better to die fighting or fleeing than like a rat in a trap."
He wrenched open the damaged door, slipped past the bits and pieces and blood from the halfling's corpse and stepped into the foggy air. There didn't appear to be any wolves in the immediate vicinity, but it was hard to tell. Lyle sniffed at the air, listened close, his instincts from his hunting days kicking in. He could only see maybe ten, fifteen feet tops in front of him, but could already make out blood, wolf tracks, and footsteps from the greaved knights. Wolves never attacked settlements like this, even when starving and desperate. There were much easier targets in the woods, hunters, loggers, even lesser creatures. What was bringing them here?
He heard a clink, as if something were pulling at a chain nearby, in the house next to the tavern. The house belonged to Gunther, a cut-rate hunter in the village, not even worthy of the name. It was followed by tapping against glass. The girlie would be closer, and he'd need to keep an eye out for dangers. If she did investigate, she'd find a tiny wolf cub looking at her through the glass, chained to a wall, yipping happily at the attention.
Also now that many of the people are heading in different directions, I may sneak in smaller replies to each individual prior to my bigger one
@HylianRose @Shurikai @Orynae @Henwen @Three Five @Phantomlink959
Reply is up, next round is due by Friday, August 21st.
Reply is up, next round is due by Friday, August 21st.
Mister Acheson smiled as the author introduced himself. Gripping Garen's hand firmly, giving it two good shakes, "Indeed I do, though I must say, that is a bit of a weakness of my darling wife. I own several publishing companies, so she can get advanced copies of books before they are released to the public. She was particularly taken with your first book, saying your youthful ignorance mixed incredibly well with the horrors therein." He glanced over at Shinnston, who had been gathering up a few others that had expressed interest in a tour, "If you'll join us Mister Waldgrun." Mister Acheson politely excused himself, and joined his lovely wife on the dance floor. Shinnston, waited a moment, letting the tour group get acquainted for a moment. "Follow me please, and do stick with the group, wouldn't want anyone getting lost or hurt, would we?"
Shinnston led them from the main hall westward, down an expansive corridor, indicating they were entering the west wing. "This island was owned by the original Acheson's, as were all islands down the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers. They were the original settlers of these, as many natives tended to avoid them for a variety of cultural reasons. Isle Potestas has always been the home of the patriarch of the family. When the Revolutionary War was due to break out, the Acheson family used several of the islands to train men and women as spies for the Colonies. These spies were critical in the outcome of the war, however, shortly after, several of the Founding Fathers found it prudent to not have a bunch of trained spies amongst them with no enemy to fight. As such, the United States military marched on the islands, under the guise of natives, killing and slaughtering any they came across. My great-great-great-great-grandfather was one of the youngest spies in their employ at the time. He'd managed to find little baby Fredrick Acheson. He escaped with the only surviving member of the family, and fled across the sea to Europe. Since then, my family and the Acheson family have been working together to restore the family's wealth and honor, and have finally come home."
The tour led through the many lavish bedrooms, parlors, sitting rooms, before pausing in the absolutely massive library belonging to Mrs. Acheson. Shelves from floor to ceiling, and was bigger than the ballroom. Dark woods, comfortable seating, and a fire in the hearth. "Let us break for a moment, refreshments are available now." At that, a few servants came through with platters of finger foods and drink. "I can answer any questions you may have before we continue."
The man that had shared a carriage with Ada and Lorelei saw the lovelier of the two sisters looking lonely on the dance floor. He moved toward her, gently taking one of her hands in his, "Join me?" He definitely stuck out in his military garb, but he didn't mind. He was a good dancer, and she appeared to be a bit more relaxed than she'd seemed in the carriage. Smiling down at her, "I'm Kvist, and it is my pleasure to meet you again miss."
Jennings' eyes and smile appeared momentarily sad, before he quickly lit up as Lorelai spoke to him. "Ah, well you definitely deserved every word. Are you enjoying... this, my dear Lorelai?" He downed his drink, turning to face her properly, "Why aren't you dancing with one of these fine gentleman?" His smile never truly appeared genuine, and there was always a spot of sadness behind his eyes.
As the older woman and her young daughter joined them, Jennings once more greeted them, tiring of this parade. He'd been considering retiring lately, there just wasn't as much joy in it as he once thought, it never filled that hole in him. He exchanged a few pleasantries, before finally fed up of the atmosphere, "Would you two ladies like a private tour, just me and you?"
As Erica, Denn, Odette, and Kest danced, one of the plainclothes security personnel, one of the newer guys, could be heard by Erica as he spoke into an earpiece. "--Ell service has been cut? Hardline too? On my way." The tuxedo adorned man turned toward the back of the ballroom, and if Erica looked, she would be able to make out a few wires that had been cleverly hidden in the designs of the room ran to the door he entered.
Meanwhile, a pair of young, very buxom servant women approached Gerald and Chester, "Why hello there." They had quite a variety of piercings and tattoos, and the look of predators in their eyes, "You two look bored, might we help? I'm Felicity and this is my sister Natasha."
Shinnston led them from the main hall westward, down an expansive corridor, indicating they were entering the west wing. "This island was owned by the original Acheson's, as were all islands down the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers. They were the original settlers of these, as many natives tended to avoid them for a variety of cultural reasons. Isle Potestas has always been the home of the patriarch of the family. When the Revolutionary War was due to break out, the Acheson family used several of the islands to train men and women as spies for the Colonies. These spies were critical in the outcome of the war, however, shortly after, several of the Founding Fathers found it prudent to not have a bunch of trained spies amongst them with no enemy to fight. As such, the United States military marched on the islands, under the guise of natives, killing and slaughtering any they came across. My great-great-great-great-grandfather was one of the youngest spies in their employ at the time. He'd managed to find little baby Fredrick Acheson. He escaped with the only surviving member of the family, and fled across the sea to Europe. Since then, my family and the Acheson family have been working together to restore the family's wealth and honor, and have finally come home."
The tour led through the many lavish bedrooms, parlors, sitting rooms, before pausing in the absolutely massive library belonging to Mrs. Acheson. Shelves from floor to ceiling, and was bigger than the ballroom. Dark woods, comfortable seating, and a fire in the hearth. "Let us break for a moment, refreshments are available now." At that, a few servants came through with platters of finger foods and drink. "I can answer any questions you may have before we continue."
The man that had shared a carriage with Ada and Lorelei saw the lovelier of the two sisters looking lonely on the dance floor. He moved toward her, gently taking one of her hands in his, "Join me?" He definitely stuck out in his military garb, but he didn't mind. He was a good dancer, and she appeared to be a bit more relaxed than she'd seemed in the carriage. Smiling down at her, "I'm Kvist, and it is my pleasure to meet you again miss."
Jennings' eyes and smile appeared momentarily sad, before he quickly lit up as Lorelai spoke to him. "Ah, well you definitely deserved every word. Are you enjoying... this, my dear Lorelai?" He downed his drink, turning to face her properly, "Why aren't you dancing with one of these fine gentleman?" His smile never truly appeared genuine, and there was always a spot of sadness behind his eyes.
As the older woman and her young daughter joined them, Jennings once more greeted them, tiring of this parade. He'd been considering retiring lately, there just wasn't as much joy in it as he once thought, it never filled that hole in him. He exchanged a few pleasantries, before finally fed up of the atmosphere, "Would you two ladies like a private tour, just me and you?"
As Erica, Denn, Odette, and Kest danced, one of the plainclothes security personnel, one of the newer guys, could be heard by Erica as he spoke into an earpiece. "--Ell service has been cut? Hardline too? On my way." The tuxedo adorned man turned toward the back of the ballroom, and if Erica looked, she would be able to make out a few wires that had been cleverly hidden in the designs of the room ran to the door he entered.
Meanwhile, a pair of young, very buxom servant women approached Gerald and Chester, "Why hello there." They had quite a variety of piercings and tattoos, and the look of predators in their eyes, "You two look bored, might we help? I'm Felicity and this is my sister Natasha."
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