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The Curse of Sonina

I will be getting a character up today or tomorrow :)

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Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Dareen had assumed that Fatima was just taking a mild detour, but the Queen drudged on ahead down the dark alleyway. Nodding dismissively at Jandar, Dareen furrowed her eyebrows and followed Fatima behind. She wanted to call out and ask what Fatima was doing, but her role was a silent one and she didn't want to give herself away. Interlocking her arm with Jandar's she followed behind, trying to act all uppity and snooty at the mild disarray at the environment around here. As they continued forward, her discomfort need no longer be manufactured. A powerful Jewel lay ahead. Dareen had spent her time around powerful Jewels before but this was dark. Darker than even Jandar's. As Jandar picked up the pace Dareen caught wind of his anxiousness and his feelings of worry only amplified Dareen's own.

She began to breathe quicker, and she swallowed dryly at the sensation of Jandar tightening his grip on her. Sweat began to dig away at her makeup and she nervously scanned the environment. Where was Fatima going? Who's Jewel was so dark? The feeling was only getting stronger. Jandar than disengaged from Dareen and interposed himself between her and Fatima. The mercenary in disguise's chest was beginning to swell with fear. In this god damn dress. She felt naked! Without the cool feeling of protective cloth and chainmail weighing against her skin she was utterly exposed. This dress might asewll be tissue paper. Without her weapons, either. They were but a moment of concentration away, but sometimes that's all it took. Mikhail was supposed to be following them, right? Dareen turned her head around, eyes wide, searching the rooftops but finding nothing. If Jandar's disguise was breaking, Dareen's was already broken. Her fingers clawed at the thin air, wrapping themselves around the handle of a blade that wasn't there. This was oppressive. No backup. No plan. Not even a hood. She always wore that hood. Her ears were cold and Dareen always thought they stuck out too much to the sides. Was that really relevant right now? Once again she found herself brushing her damnable hair out of her face only to find it had begun to stick to it.

"What are we doing?" She whispered harshly, the fear in her voice making itself apparent in her rapid, trembling canter of speech.

🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

Annabelle Lafeyette

Annie's parent's house

"Um," Annie articulated her confusion, nervously pacing back and forth. "Yeah, I can stay on the phone. I- I live on 271 Oakview Lane. I don't-I don't know where he went. It was just a street or two over I was taking my dog for a walk." Annie peeked through the blinds to see her neighbor waiting outside. What were they doing here? What awful timing!

She was going to need to talk to someone about all this. Her parents were- well, they were worry warts that was for sure. Maybe she'd tell them later. Probably text her friends, like Willow? Would she even care about something stupid like this? Annebelle hadn't exactly acted valorously. Well- whatever! Who cared about Annie's- reputation? Mind all jumbled up, Annie tried to keep calm.

"There's my- neighbor? At the door. I'm- I'm sorry. I'm frazzled," She laughed nervously. "That guy really...got inside my head." She finished, voice getting serious as once again the strange visions that felt like memories swarmed in her head. Today was a bad day.

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

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[HIGH CASUAL] ► Her Majesty's Spirit

The Ballroom

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^{August 31st, Sunset | An Entrance | Fellow Guests}

A few others had joined the conversation at this point, the radius of discourse growing. Dietrich had spotted a lull in the conversation as Sabrina and another woman began to get to chatting. Elly was listening when Dietrich approached. She raised her eyebrows and turned around, resting her elbow on the back of her seat. Someone speaking to her in her mother tongue had not been something she had particularly expected. Though anyone could tell just from looking at her that she came from that favorite Isle to the north.

Gingerly picking up a glass of wine she daintily sipped it and placed it back down. Elly returned her answer in Moorish. "Yeah, I've got some Mjod back on my horse. But perhaps consider that I'd like to be sober though, hmm? As much as my brothers-in-arms would most likely tell you otherwise, blackout drunk is not the default state of Moorish existence." She said humurously. Her Moorish, of course, was smooth, natural and sophisticated. It was, after all, her first language. Back in the day Alice and Elly had helped each other learn their respective mother tongues merely by being around each other, and learning the common tongue of the southern kingdoms was a necessary part of her education as a warrior. After all, a language barrier is more resilient than any wall or fortress. Especially to a viking, who ate fortified locations for breakfast.

"Name's Elly," The moorish woman introduced herself, unaware that her name had already been pegged. The man who had inquired about the Mjod was a finely dressed Thelannian nobleman who seemed just shy of middle age. Handsome and apparently intelligent since he knew at least a little about fine Moorish alcohol, he had given Elly a good first impression. Still, if he was a knowledgable about viking ways as he seemed, he would know that Moorish people rarely kept conversations at the level of a whisper. Elly was no different, though her tone was friendly and inviting as opposed to boistrous or challenging. Switching back to the common southern tongue, Elly spoke up loud enough for the others at the table to hear their conversation. She had no interest in secret conversations even though his intentions seemed innocuous enough. After all, these nobles were here to support the 'heroes', stuffy as they were. It would be rude to leave them out.

"You comin' with us on our little trip? Or are you here to meet the heroes?" Something about this man indicated that he could handle himself in a fight. Having grown up around people itching for a fight, Elly figured she could spot a warrior amongst a crowd. Could be wrong though. Her question about heroes was lightly dipped in sarcasm. Subtle enough to be missed by those who took themselves and this event a little too seriously but the humor in her voice could be picked up on by those who were 'in on it'. 'It' being that heroics were rarely as spick and span as the stories and songs often recounted them. It was a prodding question for Elly to pick up on what kind of person the man she was talking to was.

Bogeys! - Air Combat Drama [OPEN]

Jamie Teale

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Or not. She didn't get to enjoy her breakfast for long. Jamie was quickly hurried along to meet Gravestone and she grumpily complied. Sitting lazily in a chair she picked at her teeth as the Old Man talked. But she sat up straight, slamming her fist on the desk and smiling as Gravestone announced Jackson was alive.

"That tough son of a bitch. I never should have doubted him. I'm sure he'll get outta bed any minute now," She coughed and was grinning from ear to ear. God damn...she was getting a bit emotional! Then she frowned and glanced around at everyone else to see what they had just heard what she heard.

"Wait- what? Angel 6 was a spy and- you guys- what do you mean where the fuck is Carter?" Jamie was on her feet now. "We gotta go find him! Also, what? Robins? Fucking what- a spy? Jesus!" Visibly flustered Jamie wasn't sure what to do with her hands or where to walk. Putting both of her hands on her head she turned her back on the group. Why hadn't Felix come back yet? Last time she saw him he doing some kamikaze shit. Or having it done on him? Either way his plane was destroyed and the Old Man hits them with the 'where the fuck is Carter' as if they're supposed to know? He was in friendly territory, someone should have gone to pick him up already! He could be fucking dead impaled on a tree or something! And Robins- a spy? Jamie couldn't even register that bullshit. No way.

-closed go away

that is gonna be a solid bump from me, my mans

The Curse of Sonina

well gang, looks like we got a mystery on our hands. i am interested in ur cool idea

Rogue Continuum [CLOSED PENDING REBOOT]

ive been here :)