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🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

Annabelle Lafeyette

Annie's parent's house

Annie looked at Detective Ramirez and tried to remember. Did she even think to look at the lisence plate? Not even a little. "Uh...no. No, I don't know the liscence plate. Sorry. It was a nice car, though. Looked fancy. It was...silver, I think." She smooshed her hands against her cheeks in defeat. "Oh, my goodness. I really messed up.

But she perked up when Detective Gold mentioned a name. "That could be her! I guess. I don't mean to judge but she didn't look like she cared about the law that much. Also, she called me sweetie, even though I'm older than her." She said, crossing her arms. "Only by a year, I guess. But still." Annie said reluctantly and a little petulantly. Still, no one deserved to be kidnapped by some weirdo.

Annie was wondering if she should tell the police officers about the weird thing the man did with his hands. Made her see things. Familiar, disturbing things. Would they even believe her? It looked and sounded like magic. Memories from her childhood. And a letter from earlier today.

Gold and Ramirez would be able to see from the family pictures on the wall that Annie lived with two married older women. That meant she must be adopted, too, which is something that seemed to be going around a lot these days.

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The Marauders (2018)

Yasaliah Josk: Pilot

Josk rolled her shoulders, smiling devilishly at her Captain. "You got it, Ray. We'll have this whats-his-face in cuffs in no time. Time to enforce the law and finish off this genocide the Commitee started." She said humorously, twirling a loose strand of her ponytail. Almost everyone walked into the Phoenix at once, which was probably a bad idea. Nothing more obvious than a squad of heavily armed goons strolling into a divebar and asking questions and getting real chummy. Amateurs. Well, whatever. Not like she really cared about catching this guy, anyway. The people inside the Phoenix could wait. There were a gazillion other classless places just like it. Truth be told, Yasaliah knew exactly how this was going to do down. There were going to trot around this crappy planet, find nothing, and then go home after getting yelled at by the Commitee.

Instead of walking into the bar like her clueless compatriots, Josk hit her stride and circled around the back of the business. Anyone who was tipped off to the approach of her crewmates would probably leave out the back entrance. Finding a suitable spot in the alleyway, she kept an eye on the back door of the Phoenix.

Tapping idly on her datapad as if she was searching the net, Josk was in reality checking anyone who exited the Phoenix to be this assassin guy. Anyone that looked like a shape shifter she could accost, pretend to be one of probably many honest sex workers that wandered places like this. Satasis had it easy in the way that pretty much all of them were super hot by common galactic standards, and Josk was like, ten times hotter than that. So it should be easy. If he was in there, they would find him. If not, she would just tag along to whatever other crappy place they found next and just do the same thing until we all got tired and went home.

The Marauders (2018)

Ugh! Okay. This time I mean it! Tonight!

The Crossroads (Multiverse-Style Battle Royale Crossover RP) (Unlimited Slots, Always Accepting!)

DIO

@ZAVAZggg

DIO had one leg crossed over the other. "I understand completely, if not relate too you somewhat. I, DIO, also have discarded elements of my past that are unbefitting of me." DIO brushed some of the golden blonde hair from his face as Dracula asked him more about himself.

"And here I thought I was being impolite by speaking too much. Very well. In my world, it is currently the year 1989. Humanity has innovated quite a bit in the time I have existed in the world, developing things like automobiles. Steel vehicles that roam the streets, run by combustion engines and fill the air with smog. Firearms have revolutionized warfare, moving from simple implements in my time to weapons capable of dealing death at marvelous rates, firing high velocity projectiles capable of ripping flesh asunder. There are even bombs that can wipe an entire city off the map, flattening the Earth and burning people to cinders in an instant. Those unfortunate to surive these bombs will be afflicted by poison and ailments and cancers unbeknownst to any who came before." DIO monolouged with interest, having given indepth research to the weapons of his potential enemies. He would have to pay every country in the world a visit to completely dominate them, once the Joestars were out of his hair.

"They are all very...quaint. But I, DIO, posess a power far greater than all of them put together. A power I intend on using to rule the entire planet once I return to Egypt from the Crossroads. Tell me, Dracula, have you ever heard of a power called a 'Stand'?" DIO asked, clearly revelling in his own power. Even if Dracula had heard of Stands, there was no way he could know he possessed the ultimate Stand. This was one reason DIO was confident in letting anyone into his abode. He truly believed he was invincible.

Eltariel

@Lmpkio

Eltariel watched with awestruck wonder as the magnificent creature left her and returned to her tower to sleep beside it. It was a humbling experience to see such a beast. It struck her as...noble. Dignified. Wise and long living. A similar feeling to standing before Galadriel, but this giant lizard had an unknowable quality about it, having coming from some distant world. Was it alone? Was it separated from its pack? Was there a world out there brimming with these things, of even grander heights? Or did this creature rule it's world like some sort of God?

It was asleep now. Eltariel saw her vision becoming dark and tunnel-like and knew that she, too, would be asleep soon, though in a different way. The shaking and the pain had stopped, and the chill of the snow had been replaced by an all too familiar warmth. Eltariel fell onto her back, blinking up at the overcast clouds. She began breathing heavily, less and less air moving into her lungs each time. Her chest rose, fell, rose, fell, rose, fell...rose...fell...rose...fell...

Eltariel stared, half-lidded at the sky above, no longer moving or breathing. Her pale blue eyes had glazed over and there was no more life in them. Her expression was tired and resigned.

Several hours would pass, but ancient forces of magic unknown to her would eventually return her to the Crossroads. Now, though, there was just a small person laying in the snow, a dimunitive blue spot compared to the massive creature at the base of a stone obelisk.

The Crossroads (Multiverse-Style Battle Royale Crossover RP) (Unlimited Slots, Always Accepting!)

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🌠 Once Upon A Time 🌠(Concluded)

Annabelle Lafeyette

Annie's parent's house

Annie nodded as the woman detective, Ramirez asked what they looked like. "Yes. Um, let's see. The guy was bald. Maybe like, 5'8 or 5'10? Taller than me of for sure. He was white, but tanned. Also strong looking. I think he had a little bit of a beard." She said, scratching her hair.

"The girl was...shorter than me by a couple of inchess. Maybe five feet tall? White, too, with dirty blonde hair that came down to just around her shoulders." She gestured at the area on her own head. "Um...I'm not really sure how to describe their faces. That seems kind of hard, if that's what you want, but I guess I could give it a try?"

She looked over as the male detective, Gold, excused himself to take a call. "No, yes, of course, no problem." Annie sat back in her chair, her hands folded in her lap and her legs pressed tightly together.

[HIGH CASUAL] ► Her Majesty's Spirit

The Ballroom

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^{August 31st, Sunset | Center of the Hall | An Entrance}

Elly had nodded, smiling. "Well, such stahlwert comrades are good to have you. Whatever that means." Elly said with a good natured chuckle, taking a sip of wine. She blinked at him breaking the 'fragile' cup. Took a lot of effort to do that. A nervous twitch perhaps? It certainly was an interesting little tick. Unless this was the only time it had happened, or maybe it was just a faulty cup. Either way it soon passed from the light blonde's mind. "It is good to meet you, Dieter. I-" the words were plucked from her mouth just as the life of the King of Thelan was plucked from his body.

The piece of meet feel from her fingers and rolled onto the floor. What was this? Everyone stood in shocked silence as some fucking traitor strolled into the room like he owned the place. But the viking woman was outraged. The Pendletons were white with shock and they vanished from Elly's life, fading into the background. After the man finished his spiel, Elly grabbed a nearby wine bottle, flipped it upside down, and smashed it, glaring at him with furious eyes. She seemed intent on slicing the throat of every traitor in the room herself. He would dare do this? As if it was his place to decide? She had no love for the the Thelannian king but this was an attack on everything Elly stood for. The fury was almost too much to bear, her hands were shaking and tears sprung to her eyes. There would be war. Thousands would die and more over she felt like her outrage was only being met with cowardice and indifference from those in the room. "You...!" She croaked angrily. She didn't even have her weapons!

But her anger was to assuaded and replaced with determination. One of Alice's men- loyal to the cause, handed Elly her wooden shield and heavy hand axe. She nodded grimly and then turned to look at Dieter. Words escaped her and she looked away, giving a glare of death to the nearest one of the rebels. Joining the others in the fray, Elly roared and lunged into battle, aiming to bury her handaxe in the neck of the nearest enemy with tremendous force.

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DIO

@ZAVAZggg

This caught DIO's interest. The vampired raised an eyebrow and uncrossed his legs, leaning forward with a keen smile. "Dracula? The one and only? Fascinating. I did not realise I was in such esteemed company. Unless of course, it is simply a moniker you adopted to intimidate your foes." He leaned back, skeptical but still intrigued.

"But who am I to question anything? In this vast and unfathomable universe, the possibilites are endless. The only way to learn is to explore and ask questions. This is why I seek all knowledge, which is another reason I, DIO, have invited you into my home besides it being proper etiquette." DIO took a brief sip of his wine before continuing.

"How long have you lived, Dracula? No doubt a long time. If you truly are the one and only Dracula then I am sure my lifetime of one century pales in comparison to your medieval origin. Forgive my skepticism. In my world, you, Dracula, are merely a fictional story written by a man named Bram Stoker, loosely inspired on a long dead warlord named Vlad the Impaler. Vampires existed a long time in human folk lore, and I assumed they were merely stories until I myself found the means of becoming one."

Eltariel

@Lmpkio

Eltariel watched as the mad dark warlord took on the incredible beast. She wouldn't dream of doing such a thing. The massive lizard was far larger than any Graug or Cave Troll she had ever seen. Was this a natural predator of these lands? Or had it too been drawn unwillingly into the Crossroads?

It did not take long for the creature to defeat the man who had mortally wounded her. As he seemed to want to leap directly into it's mouth it revealed the ability to spew some kind of energy from it's mouth that the elf could feel the heat from here. Eltariel watched as he wisely fled into the forest, assumably leaving the elf to her fate at the teeth and claws of this gigantic creature. But the elf was filled with hope. Regaining her composure, the assault on her Tower had been interrupted. The only danger to it now was the dragon-beast accidentally swiping it with it's tail, but the Tower was resilient to blunt force trama. It would take the beast effort to destroy the inert structure- and why would it? Most likely it would just leave it alone, right? Eltariel wasn't done yet. She actually laughed, the spike of hope surging through her body before she gasped and fell onto her back once more.

Then the thing roared. Eltariel covered her ears and grimaced. She hardly noticed it was over, her ears were ringing so loud. Opening her eyes she startled at the sight of creature spotting her. Well, so be it. She'd been eaten by things before. Not the worst way to die. As long as she got to come back...she could actually do this. The 100 tokens, despite being down to one, were not out of her grasp. If she could just collect them and return to Middle-Earth she could accomplish her goals.

Eltariel still had a hand on her lower abdomen, her wounds undoubtedly fatal. The creature approached and merely began to sniff the area inquisitively. She sucked in a breathe and spoke. Why not, right? It may even be able to understand her. The creature was certainly large enough to have a brain that could store intelligence within. Really she had no reason to assume it was a dumb predator other than the fact that most creatures on her homeworld were.

"You...s-saved my Tower. Th-thank...you." She managed, body trembling. Her face was pale and her eyes were gaunt and baggy. Very obviously someone in the throes of death, though she faced them with remarkable and practiced composure.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Alleyway of Eldra, Shalador

Dareen had almost lost the kid. He must have caught onto them. He had dropped his hat on the and ground and was scaling a wall. She just caught a glimpse of his nearly white hair vanishing over the side. She could pursue him...but she didn't want to get farther from the others than she already was. Plus, he probably knew these alleys like the back of his hand. She knew she did, back in her youth. Dareen picked up the hat, dusted it off, and then tossed it over the wall behind the kid so he could pick it up, guiding it over with the craft and then letting it fall. Have your damn hat.

"Fuck it," she swore, smacking the frills of her dress. The powerful jeweled felt like it was droning on in her ear. Dareen was flustered and frustrated and like a true noblewoman she indignantly stomped back to the outside of the bookstore. Shoving past people she stood outside and crossed her arms, wiping the sweat off her brow. She wasn't going to go on a fucking goose chase all across town while this prick with the jewel, whoever they were, kept scaring her. All while she was in the fucking dress- she looked like an idiot. Ooh, it's me, the nobleman's wife, la de fucking da. Unbeknownst to her, Mikhail was already in side and the encounter had already ended. Dareen hadn't felt so out of control of her life in a really long time and it had ground on her nerves. Stuffy dress, stuffy alleyway, and she couldn't even escape into her own thoughts because of this jewel that made her feel insignificant and worried.

Dareen inhaled and stood up straight, recovering her persona. Ranina. Ra-neee-na. She crossed her hands across her and put on a neutral, apathetic face. Like nothing had happened. Even though her dress had already been dirtied up by this alleyway and the running she had been doing. To outsiders she probably appeared like a spoiled aristocrat on the verge of losing her patience.