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Cold Front: Tacitum (Completed)

Anyone want to poison Reika? She's not going to surrender.

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

Starfire!

January , 8:43 PM
Chipotle Mexican Grill, West 34th Street, New York City

Starfire smiled, keeping her hands folded behind her back and rocking back and forth on her heels. "Hello, Rayner." She looked down at the extendend hand with a blank look on her face. Then she looked back to Rayner, and back to the hand. Ah, a handshake! She remembered that from earlier. She placed her palm against Rayner's and grasped, giving him a firm and handshake.
"I am here with my friends. There is Clio, and V, and Karen, and Jerome." She pointed over at the group of people she had entered with. "We were at a concert, but it was interrupted by an attacker. So we came here." Having explained herself, her eyes wandered back over to her friends. She waved over at the group, telling them with a gesture that all was well. The last thing Starfire wanted to be was a burden. Hopefully she had not embarassed them too much. After doing so her attention focused back to Rayner.

She then flattened her palms against the table and leaned in a little closer, lowering her voice to something that might be considered a 'whisper'. "I can't eat the food here. I'm not from this planet. That's why I was strange before."

She cocked her head to the side for a thought had just occured to her. "Are you from this planet? I hadn't thought about other people not being from this planet aswell."

Intrigues of Venedig - High Fantasy Mature RP

@Overlord Thraka wow somebody actually saying they are dropping an RP instead of leaving without saying anything

incredible! see you around and good luck with that novel

Intrigues of Venedig - High Fantasy Mature RP

Jehenne Alcroft

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Jehenne flinched as the young woman Louise was onto her back by a wicked punch. After a moment the Hammerwhirls' eyes fluttered shut and she went limp, mumbling something about her father. She would be out for a while. For a moment, Jehenne's face was flat as she considered her next words carefully. The Church of Existence. Well, this certainly made things more complicated. Worst case scenario, she would be recaptured and would simply start at ground zero once more. Claiming she was kidnapped by the slave-freeing lunatics would be an easy to make claim. So, Jehenne put on a relieved smile as she palmed her sealing stone in her hands.

"My, my. The Church of Existence. You people really are mad, you know that?" She said, cocking her head to the side and smiling. The smile died on her lips when she saw Tam. It had certainly been a while. It was inappropriate for him of all people to see her like this. Speaking solemnly she quickly put on some robes.

"No, you won't be seeing him again. Rodrick is dead, Tamlorn Winter-Rose." There was an unusual coldness in her voice that Tamlorn wouldn't recognize as normal Jehenne felt gratitude, relief, embarassment, and perhaps even resentment. Many feelings to strangle out of her heart.

"We have to get moving, don't we?" Jehenne followed the idealogues down their winding dark alley ways and eventually came to a gondola, and a man named Inquisitor Malamocco. Jehenne placed one hand over her waist and raised her other hand just over her shoulder, and bowed, as was the customary show of respect of her people.

"And greetings to you, Inquisitor. I thank you for the speedy rescue." She'd ask what he had in mind for her and the boy- or young man, rather- Rote. Probably something. She doubted they tried to rescue every miserable captive that was brought through that market. She carefully stepped into the gondola, adjusting her robe to make sure nothing unsightly was revealed, and crossed one leg over the other. It was a refined an elegant pose for the poor circumstances. As the Black Cathedral came into view, the last Alcroft raised an eyebrow. It certainly didn't look like a place of sanctuary...but it would have to do. Anything was better than with that rambling pyromancer, or where she intended to take her.

"It seems we've stumbled into something quite extraordinary." She said, looking over at Rote. They had shared a common experience. He was the person she knew best other than, well, Tamlorn. But she wasn't sure she wanted to talk to him right now. Jehenne had vowed to forget the past and focus on the future, and here was this walking reminder of a time that was lost to her. So instead she focused on Rote.

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i'm trying to think of what to post

The Marauders (2018)

Yasaliah Josk: Pilot

Yasaliah looked down at Luirae as she sat back into the chair, shaking her head. She pointed her cards at her. "You've got to be the dumbest drunk I've ever seen in my life, Rae." Josk's light purple face was now bright pink in the cheeks, the Satasi equivalent of becoming rosy.

"And you can't kill the Committee. Or the Council. Or the Spire. Especially not with your dumb plan, Astrid." The Satasi had downed a lot of alcohol and wasn't planning on stopping. She paused and tipped another bottle down her throat.

"I mean it's not your fault you're dumb, Astrid. Most humans are dumb. Most people are dumb, period. Dumbies everywhere." She raised her hand and cast an arc across the room, gesturing the dumbies across the universe. "What's it...sheep? Sheep? Yeah, that's it. Sheep. They're like sheep. They just follow the leader. Not me. They won't get me." She rambled on, ignoring the fact that Yasaliah was, in fact, got.

"I mean...what? Astrid?" She stopped herself mid-sentence and perked up, as if she just noticed something. She looked wide-eyed over at the human woman. "False conviction? Come on. You can be honest around us. We won't judge you! Not me. Come on, what'd you do? Did you, uh, blow somebody up? I bet you blew somebody up." She leaned toward Astrid, putting her elbows on the tabe and resting her chin in her palms. As the Satasi became more drunk, she began to radiate pheremones. Like losing control of a bodily function, suddenly the semi-nude Satasi began to emit scents that might make an unprepared individual hot and bothered. She wasn't even aware she was doing it. As a Satasi grows older, they begin to develop further control of their natural abilities. But young and undisciplined, the pilot could no longer keep it under control now that she could barely see straight.

Intrigues of Venedig - High Fantasy Mature RP

@jdh97 your character has a history with a character in my backstory. that's awesome, but would you want to work out the finer details with me in PMs? we can leave it vague, if you want too. i'm okay with either. :P

Intrigues of Venedig - High Fantasy Mature RP

@Letter Bee okay, no problem. the emotions that were plain were more of "wow this sucks", lol

Intrigues of Venedig - High Fantasy Mature RP

Jehenne Alcroft

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The enslaved woman nodded when Louise spoke of her father, as if she could relate."Fathers can be cruel. My own was more cold than he was a tyrant as yours was. It's strange how...arbitrary, people can be. If you had listened to him you wouldn't be the talented pyromancer you are today. I don't see any reasons why you and I cannot be atleast on amiable terms. I don't intend on rebelling." She said, searching for the right words. On the inside, Jehenne felt pity and annoyance. The poor girl was obviously damaged, but to still be going on and on about her father? It's like she didn't even exist outside her hatred for her father and that bizarre staff which, apparently, also had to do with her father. Louise was daddy issues incarnate!

Jehenne yelped as an ambush suddenly began. There were bolts fired and Louise manged to protect the two women. Rote seemed to have some sort of inclination. She rose her hands into the air in surrender. It seemed it might be her lucky day. Some lunatics who wanted slavery to be put to an end chose this moment to make their attack, and Louise quickly surrendered. Which made Jehenne wonder what was even the point of hiring a battle-mage if they instantly surrendered.

"Oh, dear." Jehenne said, biting her lower lip, keeping her hands raised. Her heart was racing from the adrenaline. "What a turn of events. I hope your employers are understanding, Louise. You were quite outnumbered." One thing Jehenne had learned is that there is no point in burning bridges unless absolutely necessary. She'd rather have friends, and people confused about her intent, then enemies.

Intrigues of Venedig - High Fantasy Mature RP

@Letter Bee uh, can Rote read minds? genuine question, since there's like, magic and stuff. But Jehenne hasn't said anything about vengeance, and she's a pretty good liar when talking to louise.

also, i forgot to change my exceptional skills list. so i'm gonna do that now!