Estylwen

Dark Beyond: Voices of the Past

@Days Any good news? :)

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Lol, nice one. XD

Iris Ascendis

Ciara Ventura

Iris Record, Third Floor, Mysterious Cathedral
@Nanaya, @AThousandCurses

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The flowing black cloak.

The dark crossbolt.

It couldn't be…

An actual Umbralist.

”It's dark! Pitch! It delights me so!”

”Finally! Ah, doesn't it smell wonderful?”

”After all this time, a joyous day arrives!”

The Voices were all in an uproar, hollering and cackling like maniacs, deafening her own thoughts in her head. Ciara's eyes screwed up, trying to focus, to block out the joy that threatened to creep out in a sick smile on her face.

Instead, she tried to focus on the Umbralist, the crossbow in his hand, the color of his aura, his taste. And it was indeed black, blacker than black, as the Voices were so gleeful for. Black like Valen.

It was… fascinating. To be so close to so much darkness. She had no doubt that the man before them would kill them if given the chance.

But, looking behind him, to the altar, to Davil. There was little choice. Chunji’s eyes had led true, and now it was time to reap their rewards: rescuing Davil.

Her eyes drifted to the windows briefly. Could she smash through them, and escape? They clearly were no longer in the tower. Perhaps this was where she could stage her escape.

But, looking at Davil, slowly bleeding out at the foot of the altar… How could she do that? How could she abandon a friend, one so weak as Davil? How could she betray him like that?

No, getting Davil to safety was more important.

The moment after Chunji casted his spell, she disappeared into a puff of darkness, reappearing in the shadow of the altar, aiming to kick the crossbow away from Davil. Then, eyes never leaving the Umbralist, she scooped up Davil in her arms, thanking the fates she had been healed.

Summoning tentacle-like shadow appendages from her shadow, she raised them high in a defensive position, ready to knock away any attack that the Umbralist might try to throw their way if Chunji's magic didn't work. And, she began running, head on a pivot, back towards the entrance of the cathedral. Back towards Chunji.

The reptiles, as they came nipping on her heels, trying to get in her way, the tentacles immediatly would wrap around them, constricting them with enough force to snap spines, whatever they were made of.

She just had to hold on...

Hang in there, Davil!

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Flora, maybe...?

Would anyone like to post before me? I'm thinking of having something up the 5th or 6th. A little delayed then what I previously said, yes, but should let any interactions with the scene happen before a certain playboy walks onto the scene.

Backrooms: The Thing that Breathes

P.B.121, The Long Train

@Squirrel98

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The ‘Employee's Only’ door led to a strange sight indeed. Amanda found herself on a train, a long train, darkness of a tunnel outside the windows. She could hear pin-drop silence as the train sat there on the tracks, unmoving.

The only disgusting part were the leeches hiding in the shadows, squirming in the darkness. Larger than normal. Black, ugly things. They seemed to be aware of her presence, but made no move towards her.

Doen the carriage, if she were to carefully step over any leeches in her path, she would find words elegantly stenciled over the window beside the train's exit double doors. It read as followed:

I rest between blood and other bodily fluids,
You love to drink me,
I change forms when beaten,
What am I?

Down another carriage, near the end of the train, there was one more closed exit door with writing stenciled beside it:

I move one step at a time,
I rule all,
Everyone is out to get me,
And when I die they always call me their mate,
Who am I?

Looking at the doors themselves, they seemed unresponsive to any button pressing or forcing open. It seemed the riddles had something to do with the doors, but was up to Amanda to decide how she wanted to tackle this room.

The eggbutts, excluding Hazard, were also present on the train, sitting on one of the seats, staring at Amanda.

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P.B.118, The Lurker Hallway

@Xandrya

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Michelle, burdened with food and companion, made it through the door to the other side. She stared at a wall with lights pointed downward. Looking to the left, the hall extended endlessly, and looking to the right, the hall extended endlessly.

Directly in front of her was a shut door similar to the one she had just exited, made of wood, with a knob. Spray painted in black beside the door was a jumble of letters that, at first, made no sense.

Jg zpv xbou up npwf qbtu uijt epps,
tubz tujmm.
Tubz qfsgfdumz tujmm.

And as Michelle would ponder over what the words could possibly mean, she could hear it. Far in the distance on her left side, a slight pitter-patter of… feet?

Mr. Squiggles seemed to squirm in Michelle's hand, ”Whatever you want to do,” it said in her child's voice, “Do it quick.”

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

@Donut Look Now She's gorgeous. I'll update your player chip when I have some time. :)

Tomatoes, tomatoes everywhere....

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Wow, looks like I might have to post again, hehe. Perhaps tomorrow or the day after.

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Since the execution is happening the same day that Nyx became Asteria, she would still be playing that role. However... I imagine it would be a simple thing to have Mene and her in their quarters on the ship, and have Mene fall asleep...

Backrooms: The Thing that Breathes

I was a bit busy again today, sorry for the delay! Should have something up tomorrow.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Gianno Francesco

Gianno.Francesco

34 | Gianno Francesco | He/him [hr//]"Everyone will get what's coming to them. Always."

Description:

A capo of the House of Cards, Gianno started from humble beginnings, only gaining any attention in the mafia due to his abstraction. He followed orders faithfully, and was certain that he would be granted Underboss a few years after his new rank as capo.

Alas, the promotion never came. Phantasia chose Isabella, a woman with a remarkably less interesting abstraction, to be Underboss. Needless to say, Gianno was furious. He even attempted to kill Isabella a number of times to open the position again, but was unsuccessful.

When the Castles were integrated into the House, Gianno and Fox immediately didn't get along. Fox was suspicious of Gianno, and Gianno was frustrated he didn't have as much freedom to go about his scheming. So, Gianno resigned himself to live quietly within the ranks of the House, waiting, biding his time.

Now with Valencia as the new Boss, he hopes to not only get the promotion he deserves, but the promotion he needs: Not Underboss. No, his eyes are on Boss.

Abstraction: Psychic Attack, Pink Lux - Channeler: Ink from His Tattoos

Gianno possesses a strong abstraction, granting him enhanced mental power. This mental power can be harnessed in a variety of attacks. When he uses his abilities, his tattoos glow white.

Expanding Mental Bolts

A discount version of Mental Bombs, Gianno is able to cast a bolt of psychic energy from his hand. When it connects with a physical object, the psychic energy will expand rapidly, creating a small explosion that can splinter wood and toss aside small objects. These are less taxing to cast.

Mental Bombs

A deluxe version of Expanding Mental Bolts, Mental Bomb starts as an egg of unstable psychic energy in the palm of Gianno's hand. It can then be shot in any direction, and where it connects with a physical object, it will rapidly expand with enough force to crack and crumble steel and concrete. The emotional-fields of Lux-wielders protect them from instantaneous death, instead causing crushing and flinging damage.

Psychic Warfare

A mental attack directly on the mind, where Gianno uses psychic energy to force his way past the emotional-field of his target. Once inside, he can cause havoc. Confusion, migraines, hallucinations, distorted sensations, such as numbness or feeling pain where there is none. He can even cause a psychic overload directly to the mind, shutting it down and causing someone to be knocked out cold.