eclecticwitch

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Location: Casino

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He started with no warning, which surprised her. The two cards which hit her left her feeling a bit dazed from the pain of impact and the burning sensation where they had touched. This was for the better as these little bits of pain may help her ignore other hurts that might come in the course of this no-holds-barred practice session. Bobbi steadied herself and got a better grip on her hammer. Gambit was next to her again and used his staff to sweep the feet from beneath her.

Using her body weight and the head of the hammer she managed to flip back onto her feet rather than falling on her back. She had to skip back a few paces to balance out her momentum. A feral growl escaped her lips as she faced Gambit again. Her eyes shone with her excitement, a sensual grin, and a strange bloodlust she could never remember feeling before began to grow in her belly. "Il semblerait que mon capitaine aime la vie dure." Her words were spoken with a deep and seductive purr. "C'est une bonne chose que j'aime la brute et que je joue sale."

Bobbi then ran at him, raising the hammer above her head as if to attack him from the top. At the last moment, she feinted, ducking down and bringing the hammer low as she slid sideways on her feet. She was careful to hit him with the wood of the handle rather than the head of the hammer. Despite her fight fueled senses, the last thing she wanted was to kill or maim him. No one likes contusions and internal bleeding. The hit only caused him to stumble back a bit but she hoped it might knock a little wind out of his sails... and lungs.

She then dropped down to a knee and swung the hammer in the opposite direction. The weight and momentum caused her to spin and she used it to knock the legs out from beneath her opponent. She was up and backed off a few paces as Gambit rose back up to is feet with no issues mere moments later. There was this strange something eating its way through her gut like a worm through a rotten apple. It was telling her to continue the onslaught, give him no moment to move or breath. Make sure he could never get up again. Bobbi tried to suppress this odd feeling. She had been trained by the thieves guild on how to fight. And they certainly never taught her anything that would cause this animalistic feeling that was working to take over her mind.

In a Devil's Court.

Sure, that is fine with me. I totally understand and can sympathize.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

Mona Windrider

Location: The Palace Courtyard
Skills: N/A

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How many times had she awoken from this dream with shivers running not only through her spine but through her soul? How many times had she seen the unchanging face of that man? How many times had she seen his throne and the darkness that seemed to seep off of him? All those times things had not changed. She could describe the dream in acute detail now. She could count the number of whiskers upon his face and rings upon his fingers. Today she awoke feeling dread for the dream had changed. There was new information and what it meant... Well, she had never been the sort able to decipher dreams. She would have taken this to one of the grandmothers back in her tribe.

Mona went through the process of self-care, bathing, combing out her wild curls and rubbing a finger over her teeth to clean them. She dressed warmly for the day, not forgetting to bring along her usual belt of stones and supplies strapped firmly about her hips. Mona had almost forgotten about the celebration today. It was something new and foreign to her but she did love a chance to drink and dance and be merry! How sad the day should start out with such anxiety.

It was hours and hours before she finally found the only person she had spoken about these dreams with. Amarantha was with a young man and woman. The pair seemed to be at the latter end of their teens and she knew she had met them before. However, Mona was despicable at remembering names and could not recall either. The rock witch hesitated, which was a rare thing for her to do as she was the type to charge forward stupidly and blindly. Finally, she decided to approach them. The young male held a cup of cider and the scent of it wafted toward her. It made her mouth water and she remembered she had not eaten all day. "G' den," she greeted with a tone of optimism she did not feel. By now her curls had dried and were a comparatively tame halo about her lightly tanned face. Her wide lips were drawn back in a smile which showed a few too many of her teeth.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Location: Root's Teeth, Dhemlan Terreille

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Fatima smiled at Jassen through a mouth full of succulent meat. She chewed quickly and swallowed hard as the bite had been just a might too large. "Of course that's fine. And I believe you," she said with more confidence than she actually felt. It might not be a bad thing if he did have a drink just to calm the shaking and sweating from withdrawals. She could not condone such a practice though. Not especially with her life in danger the way it was.

She watched him leave before she finished up eating as much as her stomach could hold. She leaned back in her chair, rubbing her midsection as she glanced about the room. Alone she was feeling antsy. Fatima wasn't the sort that liked to sit still too long. And there were a few drawers and things she could poke about inside of them. So she stood and went about the room, looking for anything interesting and digging in many a place she should not have been digging about. She passed by the door to her room for the umpteenth time as she scoured it for excitement.

There were a couple of maids, she presumed, passing outside of it that mentioned that there was a bit of a scuffle and some people nosing about in the attic. They mentioned a young witch and two unsavory men. Her hackles rose and her temper bristled lightly. Who in their right mind would allow such an arrangement to take place? She wished Jassen were here so she could have him look into it. However, she was on her own and there was no way she was going to let two men have their way with that girl.

Once she was sure the maids had gone, she opened the door and peeked out. In so far she did not see anyone, good news for her. With sure-footed and stealthy steps she began making her way toward the attic.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Location: Casino

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Bobbi shrugged when there was a trade off in dance partners, so to speak. She was feeling a bit pouty since she wouldn't be able to knock a little sense into Richard, but what can a girl do? She turned her attention toward Gambit with a sly little smirk, "Comme tu veux mon capitaine." She took a few paces back and readied herself for a delightful spar and work out.

"Do y'all be needin' any silly rules? Or can we be startin'?" She gestured vaguely toward Ana and Rogue since they seemed to need to flesh things out. A spar was simple, why all of these rules? Just hit 'em hard and hit 'em good and leave 'em unable to stand. Well, so to speak. No sense in damaging a teammate for the pure sake of showing off or winning.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Location: Casino

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Her attention on Gambit and Rogue were brief as they discussed Mary. This information and news were uninteresting to her. There was always something going on with the twins and unless any of it was particularly juicy Bobbi could not care less. Instead, she watched the small chat between Ayita and Richard. This turned out to be equally as boring. She was ready to get down to business. Her body was aching for a battle.

She nodded, swinging the hammer up onto her shoulder as she turned her gaze upon the reptilian shifter. "O'course I can take 'im. Question is, can Ri-shard take me?" she said playfully. She placed her free hand on her cocked hip as she watched him carefully remove his suit jacket. It certainly took all types to make up a successful thieves guild, didn't it?

Wander🌙

@QueenNugget Thank you so much!

EDIT: Also yes, I love discord! Easy plotting

Wander🌙

Darcy

Name:
Darcy Anders Coyle
Age:
24, born Oct. 30th
Sex:
Male
Sexuality:
Homosexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Occupation:
College student of the arts

The Body

Height:
5'7"
Weight:
125lbs
Hair:
Brown, curly, messy
Eyes:
Brown
Skin Tone:
Pale
Appearance:
He is of about average height, standing at 5'7" and has a thin, lithe physic due to not eating much. His hair is a constant mess of curls, usually rocking that "just got out of bed" look. He favors jeans, button-ups, and sweaters. Whatever is clean in the closet really. He isn't what you would call fashionable. Comfortable and clean, pretty boy hippie kid look. Darcy easily burns in the sun.

The Soul

Habits:
Running his hand through his hair, adjusting his clothes, chewing on his lower lip, picking at his fingers.
Likes:
Alcohol, painting/drawing, laughter, reading, children, sunshine, rainy days, coffee/tea, board games, animals
Dislikes:
Dark and/or small spaces, mathematics, the cold, public speaking, arguments/yelling, loud sounds, centipedes
Positive Traits:
Gentle, quiet, soft-spoken, kind, sincere, artist's soul, altruistic.
Negative Traits:
Jealous lover, space case, morbid, melancholy, cynical, anorexic.
Personality:
He is a sweet and shy young man. He tries to keep the best interest of others at the forefront, often forgetting his own needs. This can drive him to illness. He is hardworking but not particularly clever. Things like math and science are hard for him to grasp. Even writing gives him trouble. This is a frustration for him which causes him shame. Darcy has an artistic soul, choosing to paint and draw.

Skills:

• painting/drawing
• driving a car
• camping/fishing
• cooking
• makes a great pot of coffee

The Ether

Color Code: 92C188
Face Claim: Matthew Clavane
Theme Song:

Wander🌙

@QueenNugget@Canidae Okay, I've finished. See above. Let me know what I can fix!

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