Estylwen

Iris Ascendis

Love me some pressure. Posted, let me know if anything needs changing! :>

Iris Ascendis

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Wingram Clinic
_{In collaboration with @Nanaya}

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And just like that, the shadow imp was defeated. Ciara watched with a sinking feeling in her gut that the euphoria couldn't quite mask as the principal left with the imp trapped in the gargoyle. It was the last time she would likely ever see the imp.

Then the mannekin arrived.

Sylv would take note of the arriving guard force, and move over towards Ciara after ensuring that Otis had slid on the ring he was offered. She would first place the box on the nightstand, and then withdraw another ring while looking toward her. There was little in the way of emotional bias, to the point that even the sudden turn of events regarding the shadow imp had failed to draw out as base a human reaction as surprise.

"We have all made choices to lead us to this point, Ventura, and I am afraid this is simply the result of that. Regardless of religious allegations, blood is indeed on your hands, and nothing can change that. It would be best to use this time before judgment to reflect on what that means to you."

With that, the doctor would place the ring on Ciara's left ring finger, before stepping back and looking to the door where another group of four mannekin would enter and stand at ease on either side of the shadow mage's bed.

"I will soon have more patients to attend to, so I would advise you to stay put with these constructs. There is nothing more regrettable than the lost life of a child.”

Ciara glanced down at the ring on her finger, her lips pursed into a thin line. That was it, then. She couldn't defend herself now even if she wanted to.

The mannekin stood like towers over her bed, and that sinking feeling in her stomach churned even more. Her fleeting thoughts of a rescue attempt on the imp were further squashed and swept away. Hell, to even rescue herself, it was a pipe dream, wasn't it?

Her voice was a little hoarse and shaky when she spoke. ”...Thank you, doctor. I'll stay put.”

Not like she could move anyway. Her limbs still felt like jelly.

After the doctor has taken her leave, Ciara laid there in the moderate quiet of the room. Everyone had left. It was just her and these mannekins. They stood there, the quiet threat if she ever had the funny thought of leaving.

Maybe she should be thanking the Dark One for the drugs. She imagined how she might have felt in her raw emotions, and her desire to leave might have had her fighting these contracts. Yes, she had to count her small blessings, lying here, immobile and wrapped in sweet euphoria.

The struggles of the day came back in her thoughts, like waves lapping at the shore. How she almost killed Iraleth. How she did, in fact, kill some of the guards with too much pressure on the ribs. Was she really so desperate for her own survival that she would sacrifice others so selfishly?

Her little rescue stint with Davil seemed like a token effort to redeem herself, in comparison. She was disgusted with herself. She had gone too far. Tears pricked her eyes.

This wasn't what heroes did.

”Who said you were a hero?” Came her own thought. Not the Voices. Everything attached to her Ethos was shut off. But she knew her voices so well, it was reflexive at this point.

The thought shocked the tears from her, drying her eyes. However, her heart still sank. Could a villain even be saved?

She would defend herself, yes. But, perhaps she could only redeem herself through death. If that was what the High Bishop decided… She wouldn't fight it. She'd hate it, but maybe it was what she deserved.

Fuck, no!

Her lips curled back into a snarl, and she groaned from her bed. Alas, no matter how hard she tried to relax and accept her fate… she couldn't. She wouldn't die here. She wouldn't go out like this!

That fire continued to burn inside her, warming her insides as she fell into an exhausted sleep.

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

I have been fiddling with the idea that Matthias would support her takeover of the role of Commissioner.

But right now, he hardly knows her.

@ERode

Oh hey now-

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

“Take for instance, Vincenzo Accardo.”

Eyyy, there's my boy~! Very satisfying collab~

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

The collab is pretty much complete, post should be up today or tomorrow!

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

@SporkoBug I have added da bords to the list!

@fluxI feel like a collab between Soylent Green and Otto should be a thing one of these days...

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

Ayla Sephone

Ayla Sephone

29 | She/her | The Negotiator/Mafia

Description: Ayla is the right hand of Ezra and the Dark Aces. If Ezra is surrounded in mystery, she is even more mysterious. Her passport and ID are forged, with only the best detectives able to tell. Her history of working at a designer studio in Jeweled Bank was also forged, and if anyone looks her up, she would come across as someone somewhat normal that was born and grew up in Nocturnia.

The truth is a little more strange. Indeed, one day, Ayla just appeared in Nocturnia. And the next day after, she was one of the highest ranked people in the Dark Aces.

She is known for her sweetness and charisma, and her rapport. She is the sweet side of the Dark Aces when they want to make a deal, or want to appease and asway a group or person.

She is easy to identify, with her naturally sparkled skin, orbous blue eyes, and glamorous outfits.

Gyft: Curses

Curse of Sickness

Anyone within a thirty-foot radius of Ayla can suffer from sickness. If they have a gyft, both roll a 1d12. If Ayla wins, she can decide to inflict something as simple as chills, to pneumonia, to a high fever, to a migraine.

Curse of Addiction

Anyone within a thirty-foot radius of Ayla can suffer from severe addiction, caused by increased dopamine and serotonin drops when in Ayla's presence. And, when out of her presence, withdrawal, craving, and a need to be back in her presence. Anyone with a gyft, she has to roll a 1d12 for. If she rolls higher, her curse of addiction takes effect. People who are under the curse of addiction are more susceptible to her ideas and words.

Also, I'm making Noc Noc burgers, if anyone wants some~

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

//wheezes

Yes. Just yes.

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

All good, sounds good to me! :>

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Whoops, I actually think i need an interrogation scene with the new kid before I can post effectively. You down, @SporkoBug? :>