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The Villainess
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11 days ago
*screams at top of lungs* I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
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26 days ago
Sushi for breakfast, sushi for second breakfast, sushi for elevensies...
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Fancy mafia action, super power and cops and robbers-esque roleplay? roleplayerguild.com/posts/5…
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Don't say it- Don't say it-... "She burrowed her frows."
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Shout out to @Daxam for dropping that the new Vengence Saga is out. Legit the best midterm exam gift ever.
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Your Local Antagonist
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"A million times I have done this charade. The moment people figure it out, I get the boot." she thought.
"But don't you want to see the fear in their eyes when they see who you really are...? Don't you want dominion of this place, just like how you were unchallenged in Vaal Kastrix?" said the Voice.
Ciara scoffed, immediately thinking of Gulliver and Valen. "I'd love to wipe the smirk off their faces."
"It starts by building a rumor. A rumor of power. This could be the place to start."
She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes resolutely at the Undermage. "Head Advisor, with all due respect, you have no right to ask me about my intentions. If you want answers..."
She stood from her seat, rising to her full height.
"You'll have to duel me for them."
~*~
Iris Ascendis Roleplay (2023) | TikTok Tribute
Her breath caught when she felt the cold metal of a pistol against her temple.
"Put the heart down, and back the hell up if you want your friend to live," the guard said to Ellie in a rumbling baritone, digging the gun into Dream's head.
Dream squinted at Ellie, vision blurred as she tried to breathe. The heart, glinting in Ellie's hands.
The doctor, his face turning white every time she asked what would happen if they failed. Above all else, he said, they had to keep the heart safe. They had to, even if it meant...
She snarled, her boot stamping down on the guard's foot, a burst of light bruising the bone. He yelped, losing his grip. That's all she needed, and she tore away. But in her haste, she saw his free arm reaching for her, and she slipped on panicked feet as he pushed her off the railing.
She held back a scream, staring straight down into the boiling pit below. The guard wrapped a tight hand around her ankle, and Ellie could see Dream's other foot flailing; she restrained herself poorly from kicking the guard, desperately hoping she wouldn't die.
As her captor supported himself against the railing, his pistol pointed at Ellie.
"I'll drop her, I swear I'll drop her!"
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TENEBRAE: The Rebellion of Shadows Roleplay (2021)
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Deep, golden orbs stared back at her from within the cave.
God, she couldn't breathe.
He was monstrous. The ground trembled under her feet as his rippling, massive body exited the cave. Thunderous footsteps left cracks in the dirt, his breath sent waves of heat creeping over her skin. The transformation was slow, but it looked like something from a nightmare with the way his long teeth were bared.
A great and terrible roar sounded from his gaping maw.
She needed to run. Now.
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Academy 218 Roleplay (2014)
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Ghost Corp Head Quarters, Laboratory
@SporkoBug, @Herald, @Qia
The pink-haired child gave a serious nod, almost comical given her size. A nozzle was adjusted on the spray, and, delicately, she pressed the handle. A slight fizz escaped, making contact with the burns. Mimi would immediately notice how cold it felt, like ice cubes on a hot day.
In the next few seconds, a thick foam would coat the tail feathers and all areas that were obviously burned. The cold sensation faded slightly, and there was the smell of mint in the air.
The pink-haired child looked up at Mimi. ”Okay, just leave it on there for the next half hour. Okay? Na'lai thael! (Don't touch it!) Very important, okay?”
Meanwhile, two scientists had circled around Wren's gurney, checking vitals and going over initial assessments. One forgot themselves and swore aloud, hissing at the wounds.
”Captain Wren, the heck did you do…?” He mumbled.
The pink-haired scientist knew the next step, and reached into the station again to hand a pair of scissors over to one of the scientists.
”Thank you, Daphne.” The female scientist said, using the scissors to cut and remove Wren's shredded and bloodstained clothes. He was left in his boxers as the two scientists began examininging and cleaning wounds, and checking to see if any bullets had remained lodged.
The male scientist was preparing an anesthetic. If there were no bullets, they'd numb the area and start sewing the wounds shut. Bandages were also prepared for the gashes around the ankles and wrists.
Off to the side of the room, one of the guards smirked under his visor and face mask, plucking up Val's rifle, pistol and knife. It's possible that Val's comments even made the guard chuckle.
Val's items were taken to a work table pushed up against the wall for inspection and safeguarding as Val once again faced the general.
“So I did what any man in my position would do, I shot a few Ravagers, then boarded a flying green snake to the warm embrace of Ghost Corp.”
General Solen listened to Val's story, nodding along at certain parts, only his dark eyes giving hints of his thoughts. They twinkled in amusement as Val's tale concluded, and the general procured an old-fashioned walkie-talkie.
”Relay on the history of the outskirts of Elhm, close to the crash site?” He asked.
There was a fuzz of static that perforated the channel, before a voice cut through. The general held the talkie up so Val would be able to hear it clearly.
”Codename W3nd1g0 and Fr33dom made contact with the site at oh-eight-hundred. Heat signatures indicate there was a violent transformation from an unknown Lawless accompanying the Umbra variables. However, Codename Wend1g0 was able to negotiate a peaceful surrender without grevious injury to either side. Heat signatures confirm Ravagers converged on the site, however Fr33dom used their abilities to help the group escape. Approximately nine heat signatures went cold in the aftermath, some neutralized by Ghost Corp, some by the Lawless.”
The general pressed a button on the talkie. ”Copy that.” Before he tucked the device back into its space on his belt.
Eyes alight, he took a few steps closer to Val. At this closeness, it was a bit more apparent that the general was a few inches taller than Val. His hands clasped behind his back.
”...You could have lied. About anything. Especially the men you killed.”
Another long stare, before the general nodded. ”You've got a good heart. It's the burden that might get you killed one day. But you and I both know it's the only way to live in this Dust-forsaken world.
“I value truth, and trust. You're already proving yourself to me, that you may be a fitting guardian for these Umbra fallaways*.”
A scientist approached Val, taking back the empty coffee cup.
”...If you're going to hurt them, you'd be better off putting a bullet in me right now. Not to say they can't take care of themselves... but a man is only as good as his word and his rifle in the Dust. And well... you've got my rifle at the moment.”
There was a slight crinkle of crow’s feet around the dark eyes of the general.
”I can assure you, Guardian of the Fallaways, that all the tests my people will do will be entirely painless.”
There was a pause, before his gaze darkened. ”Umbra is planning something. Something big. It might even be as big as the Perishing Event. And you and I may be witnesses to a sliver of that plan.”
His head inclined to the two Umbra girls. ”How big that sliver is… well, it'll determine what happens to them. Best case scenario, we discover how Wilds interact with them, and create new tech that will keep us ahead of Umbra. Worst case… well,”
His eyes locked on Val, and hardened. ”No one will like that.”
A pause, before his head tilted lightly. ”Now, you're a guest here, willingly or not, and I feel I owe you an explanation. You have questions, I'm sure. I'll try to explain as best as I can.”
And he fell silent, waiting for Val to unload any anxieties or curiosities he had. Meanwhile, in the back corner, one of the guards was, indeed, dismantling and cleaning Val's rifle.
“No, I’m fine,”
Doctor Willfreed stared for a moment as she had A sit on the gurney. The tone indicated quite the opposite. And with her background in psychology and mixed medicine, the doctor could see a ripple in what should be a flat sheet when it presented itself.
“Is…am I supposed to feel something?”
Doctor Willfreed pursed her lips, before she grabbed a metal stool, sat, and scooted a bit closer to A, taking the Umbra fallaway's hand again.
”You're the first of your kind. No one blessed with the taint of a Wild has ever come from the sky. As there are no Wilds in the sky, from what we know, the technology put in you is… unique. Untested. It could have side effects. Side effects such as phantom pain, mood swings, irrational fears, schizophrenia, delirium in extreme cases. Trying to force so much AE in a single vessel is bound to short-circuit the system, after all. And from our distance-tests, you have a much higher concentration of AE than traditional Possessive Subjugation.”
The Doctor took a pause, looking up at A from where she sat hunched forward. Her glance instinctively snapped to VV, in the gurney just behind A. VV was giving A a wide-eyed, concerned look.
When VV saw the doctor had caught her staring, she grimaced, before whispering to A. ”The General said this won't hurt. You'll be fine, A. I promise…”
Alas, VV had to speak loud enough that the doctors attending them would also hear, but Doctor Willfreed didn't react. The doctor attending VV directed her attention again, having VV lie down on her gurney. Doctor Willfreed, though, decided to slow down the pace just a little, to try and make A feel more comfortable.
”From my reports… I don't know enough. But I do know you’re suppose to feel something. A lack… Is called dissociation. It indicates there's something not addressed, a trauma that is causing little imbalances in the mind.”
A pause, before the doctor asked. ”I'm aware you were three when you touched down, yes?”
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*Fallaways: Lost people, without a true alliance or home.
@SporkoBug Does Wren have any obvious injuries?
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The Hathforth City Guard
Between South and North Pearl
@ERode
The city guard was still mobilizing, gathering from all corners of Hathforth to address the flames licking up and devouring the buildings of South Pearl.
However, some in the area had managed to gather. One of the guards quickly questioned a blubbering adventurer with his staff, and assessed the screaming citizens with grease burns.
Most guards were versed in medical magic, and were quick to ease burns with golden light, and restore and mend the skin. Others began forming teams. Sections of the fire were tackled, targets selected when it was certain there were no citizens within the premises. The guards joined their magics together, forming shields of light that enclosed domes over buildings and streets, hoping to starve the fire out in sections before it got out of hand.
Of the guards that were in the area, ten were healing the wounded and evacuating the area, thirty were split in teams of five, six teams in total, to create domes over the fires. However, they couldn't possibly address all of it. More personnel were needed.
One guard superior had gathered as much information as he could, and left South Pearl, running as fast as his legs could take him to Hathforth. The Countess had to know.
Hathforth Castle, Guard Tower and Barracks, Countess Elysabeth Vernon's Chambers
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”We found geas-contracts. Dozens.”
Elysabeth's brows delicately furrowed at that, pausing with her fork hovering inches from her mouth. Geas-contracts. Soul-binding predicaments. They would have to be examined in full, carefully. Having puppets could be just as useful as having that old Duke's treasury…
"My people are holding them for now. Once we're finished here, I'll be overseeing the scrolls' transport from headquarters to the castle here. Too many for us to move them discreetly all at once.”
Elysabeth nodded, ”The Royal Vault will make a fine place for them.”
She too, lapsed into silence as Safina's food was brought, taking another bite of the tender flesh of her catch. The wine glass was pressed to her lips when she heard the ominous sounds of a tolling bell from far down below.
Her eyes widened, before she voraciously stuffed the remainder of her dinner in her cheeks, forgetting her table manners briefly, before she chewed quickly and swallowed, standing and moving to the window.
Her window had a view of the waterfront, South and North Pearl. South, of which, just happened to be coated in a thick layer of rising smoke. Elysabeth stared for a moment, before raising a forearm, and resting it against the glass. Her mind was racing behind her watchful eyes.
”Safina… both you and I know Her Majesty is away. There were reports of movement across the border. Do you think…”
Her eyes tightened, lips drawing back into a snarl. ”This… what I'm seeing before me… isn't just happenstance?”
In the next instance, there was a furious knocking at Elysabeth's door.
”Enter!” Elysabeth called, turning to face the door, her cape swishing in the sunlight.
The door opened, and the supervising guard, denoted by a fleck of gold on his shoulder armour, bowed. He was out of breath, and smelled of smoke.
”Countess Vernon, Lady Haliel. South Pearl is on fire. We don't know what caused it, but it appeared to be a grease fire, in truth. The winds are northerly, threatening to blow the fire into North Pearl. the guard on the scene are tending to the injured and attempting to suffocate parts of the fire.
What are your orders, Countess?”
Elysabeth glanced at Safina briefly, before her gaze fixed on the guard. ”Evacuate North Pearl, and subdue the fire. Use the entire guard in the city if you have to. Ensure the safety of the people and of the wealth there.
“And… ensure everyone is on their guard. Something doesn't feel right about this… Assume the worst, Supervisor.”
The guard straightened, saluting briefly, before he closed the door and raced down the hall.
Elysabeth turned to Safina. ”I think we could use some ‘protective management’ in the hidden hallways. I would ask that you and your men station yourself in front of the Vault-That-Must-Not-Be-Named. I will stand the ground here, and buy you time in the event it must be emptied. I will also ensure the safety of the royal here…”
With that, Elysabeth gave a quick, polite nod, and swept out of the room, her cape billowing behind her.
Hathforth Castle, Princess Azalea Keove's Tower Chambers
Princess Azalea was standing at her window, staring in horror at the plume of smoke crossing behind the glass. It always had to be when mother was away, didn't it? It had to be an attack, it had to be! The timing was too good. What could they possibly want? Who could they possibly be?
A knock at her door, and Azalea turned gracefully from the window, wrapped in airy silks. Her small crown felt heavy atop her head that day.
Viscount Eustice Therfield was at the door, and he gave a deep bow to the princess.
”Princess Azalea, there's been a fire at the harbour. I've been asked to guard you until the threat has passed.”
Princess Azalea raised her little hands, as if to shield herself from the unknown assailants. ”So it's true?” Her voice was soft and melodious, like a true siren despite her fear. ”They mean to attack while my mother is away?”
Eustice grimaced, unwilling to burden his own opinion on the young girl. ”It's unconfirmed. It could be just a freak accident.”
Princess Azalea pouted. ”Not even you believe that, Eustice.”
Eystice sighed. He was always a terrible liar. His head shook. ”I will be just outside your door. Lock it from your side. Do not open it for anyone, not even me now, alright?”
The Princess felt fear grip her heart, and she nodded anxiously, approaching the door. ”Alright, Eustice.”
She shut the door, and, slowly, she locked it.
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