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Time: Evening
Location: Caesonia Kingdom Ballroom
Interaction: Alden @Terrance420
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“Ah!” Lorenzo exclaimed as he dropped his empty wine glass that shattered right beside his feet. The man who had just approached him startled him from his thoughts. His widened eyes peered down at the mess below before looking up to the gentleman that introduced himself as Sir Alden D. Plannington… the Royal Advisor to King Edin… and he had just made a mess before the man.

“A-” His mouth was left agape before he scrunched his face up as tightly as he could as if to silently scold himself. “Apologies for the… for the mess. The glass must have… I…”

“Duke. May I? A servant who had spotted the wine glass’ end was crouched down below holding a whisk broom and dustpan.

“I was done with it! Yes.” Lorenzo put on a nervous smile as he took a side step to allow the servant to clean up the glassy mess. “I hear it’s a new Alidashtan tradition. Or is it Alidashtian? Or just Alidasht? Anyway, a pleasure meeting you Sir Plannington, I am Duke Lorenzo Vikena of Veirmont.” Lorenzo held out his hand to shake, still wearing his smile. Even as he realized the oxymoronic excuse he just made.


Location: Ruined City
Interactions: Lys @Force and Fury
Mentions: Akaia @Exit


Erik hadn’t even budged as Lys spoke to him. It wasn’t that he didn’t care. He just wanted to give her all his attention as she shared her feelings. If his mask had revealed more of his face, his disheartened expression would be in full view for the woman to see.

Given what she knew, Lys had a point. The lack of information is where the true issues stemmed. It was interesting because that’s what she wanted in the first place. If he had shared this information previously, this could have been avoided, but it was information he didn’t believe was something he would have just shared with anyone. Oh, how hindsight was a bitch. Why couldn’t there be a revenant that could peer into the future?

“That shrug of yours is rarely trustworthy.” With a flex of his back, he pushed himself off the shelf and sauntered over to Lys, and took a comfortable seat on the ground adjacent to her wheelchair. It was rare Erik got the chance to look up at someone but it wasn’t something he minded.

“So before the goods, if I could call it that, let’s see things as eye to eye as we can… And you’re not gonna make this old man crouch or kneel the whole time.” His words were as warm as his very presence. “You deserve to know… it’s just not what you think.” He winced at his own words as they butted against her very own. “Akaia has been with us a long time. Most don’t know much about her, and even less know about her life before she joined the Commune. It’s not because she’s trying to keep secrets. She… y’know.” He felt like he didn’t have to explain Akaia’s weakness in communication.

“Anyway, the ‘dead man’ she was referring to, the one she killed. From what I’ve gathered, he was someone who was with her for a long time. I can’t really tell what he was to her. Father figure? Abuser? But whether he meant well or was just cruel in the things he put her through, he shaped her into who she is today.” Erik cleared up his throat in preparation for his next statement. He leaned forward and gripped the closest front wheel of Lys’ wheelchair.

“‘If you don’t help you will die...’” He mimicked the mimic except in a much more sinister tone for no reason but to enhance his performance. Letting the wheel go, he leaned back with a sigh. “It sounds scary as hell, believe me, I know. But it’s really just her way of saying ‘If I can help, I will!’”

Location: Ruined City
Interactions: Lys @Force and Fury
Mentions: Akaia @Exit, Cerise @Medili


Erik gave a mock salute towards Cerise and Akaia as they both walked through the doors of the music store. He had expected the other to come barreling through a few moments later, or at least that’s what he amusingly pictured in his head. His attention left the door and focused on the only person in his company. Lys. He was always happy to interact with any member of the Commune but Lys was probably the person he spent the most time with during any given day he spent at home. Talking, tinkering, and training. Three Ts, yet only one of those was the foundation of their friendship.

“We might have to give Akaia something for this! I mean, I’ve probably overlooked this place once or twice during my few runs.” Erik chuckled beneath his mask as he strolled over to Lys and leaned against the closest shelf to her and crossed his arms over his chest. “And I have to give you something too. Somethings? Yeah.” His tone lost some of its warmth. “An apology and an explanation.” An apology for dismissing her wariness and an explanation of Akaia’s cryptic warning. Erik knew Lys well enough to know the latter likely bothered her much more than the former. And like any problem he identified, he’d address it and attempt to fix it.


Location: Metahuman Youth Center, Taos, New Mexico
Interactions: The Team


“Typical.” Viktor couldn’t help but comment on Zach’s intentions during this mission. He couldn’t say his opinion of him was getting any better after what happened in Las Vegas. “And expected.” He faced the others that were left. Casper had already gone, leaving Viktor to assume his spectral teammate was taking the initiative in finding a lead. During normal circumstances, he might have wanted some sort of heads up, but the team couldn’t appear as what they were. It was best to have minimal contact and move in small groups or solo. Keeping that in mind, Viktor used this single moment to quietly address the others in his somewhat grunge attire and black aviator sunglasses.

“Looks like we have the additional objective of finding our contact but let's try to find out what we can on our own too. I’ll be heading to the gym if anyone wants to accompany me….” He offered before marching off towards his objective. “Bye, losers.” Viktor’s naturally dry tone was almost fitting for the archetype he was going for. Athletically inclined teenage males… The description lingered at the forefront of his thoughts as he walked forth. It was the only lead the team had now but it was a start.
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Time: Morning
Location: Inside the Schooner
Interactions: Lizzie @Tae, Helio @princess, Nym @Helo, and Barboda @Alivefalling
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Despite the threats. Despite the insults. Despite the enmity towards him, Ardyn kept a smug expression on his face. The hint of a proud smile was not one a defeated man wore. It could have been a mask used to discourage his enemies but it was simply his overwhelming confidence. His eyes looked upon each face, one at a time without a word in response. It would only be a waste of time to engage in conversation with dead men. They had sealed their fates with their responses.

“My condolences.” He nodded, nearly chuckling. “To all of you.”




“BOO!” The familiar pop and flash of a black powder pistol transitioned Ardyn’s taunting exit to Vellen’s surprise attack. A snicker could be heard deep in the darkness of the cargo hold where limp, slumped figures scattered the ground. Though they were silhouettes, the thick scent of rust surely identified them. This schooner was not only tasked by Ardyn with approaching the Harem. Amas is everything after all. The slaves numbered in the several dozen, packed nice and tight to make the most out of the room on the smaller vessel.

It was sickening to ponder on Ardyn’s request of Vellen, but the elf saw no other choice in this matter. The ship was being overtaken by the commotion overheard outside and Vellen alone would be taken prisoner and possibly killed with the others. How does a dark elf stand their ground against so many?

The lantern that had been placed by the ladder in the hold had been nothing but a lure into the lair of darkness. Ardyn’s grand and fleeting appearance was just the distraction Vellen needed to fire at his intended target.

Burning, searing pain is what Lizzie felt in her abdomen shortly after she’d seen that flash. “Fuck.” She said through gritted teeth as she fired her own pistol back in the direction the flash came from. Having no shot left, she dropped the pistol and unsheathed her sword as her other hand went to her wound. She scanned the room, looking for the enemy and feeling her heart sink as she realized what the slumped figures were. She’d never been fond of slavers and it only fueled her hatred for these people even more.

“Well I was considering letting this turn into a hate fuck situation, but then ya had to go and do this?” She called out to the man, listening for any movement. There was no immediate reply back. Instead, she soon heard a thud. The pistol that had been fired. The accessory to her wound.

“Is that so? I think all of those eyes might make me shy. They’re better this way.” Vellen was a predator playing with its food in this darkness he could see so clearly in. “But to take a captain… right in front of her dying crew. That type of audience would be a treat... Oh, did you not notice them? Their silence is not due to their absence, captain.” His voice started and stopped in different places. The placement of his voice was deceivingly inconsistent yet his words rang true. Three black giant cocoon-like structures bumped by Lizzie before becoming more revealing near the light of the lantern near the base of the ladder. The three Lizzie had with her were drowning in darkness. Darkness he pulled away from himself, just barely revealing his silhouette as he laughed at Lizzie’s dilemma.

“I will kill every single member of your crew in front of you. Then I’ll chain you up in my quarters as mine. Now that will make for a true hate fuck situation.” The different directions of the voice were disorienting and she found herself looking all around until her eyes landed on the sarcophagi of darkness that trapped and smothered her crew. Her heart began to pound as she tried to figure out what to do, anger rising. Her eyes then found the silhouette she'd been searching for.

"Too bad it won't work out that way for you." She said as she lunged at him. She ignored the pain in her abdomen as she rammed her sword through his. He yelped from the surprise pang of pain before he felt Lizzie press her body up against his. She wrapped an arm around him as if in a hug, and grinned at him wickedly. "It's over now, let my crew go." She growled at him as water seemed to swirl around them, but he was not afraid. There was nothing left for this elf… Nothing left but…

The darkness that had been suffocating Lizzie’s crew pulled away and forced them to drop as it returned to its master. Water and darkness swirled violently around the two. Black tendrils gripped Lizzie while water from the sea burst through the ship to strike Vellen with blunt pressurized blows. “I’ll… just… have… you.” He could barely get the words out, but managed a grin.

Lizzie briefly glanced back to make sure her crew was alright, but she quickly turned her attention back to her enemy as she twisted the blade. She lost her grip on the blade, however, as the black tendrils gripped her. She clenched her teeth as she tried desperately to pull away from them, but she was losing strength fast. So she focused instead on her barrage of water attacks in Vellen, pulling in more and more water. The wood of the ship creaked loudly as she did so. "How's it feel to have lost to a ship with far less crew than you? Pretty pathetic for someone claiming to be part of a crew that rules these waters." She went on to taunt him through clenched teeth before giving him a wicked grin. His expression was weak but there was a hint of amusement.

“We're nothing…” When he should have chuckled was but a cough up of blood. “They're…” His eyes looked past her to her crewmates “Nothing!” The last of his strength was with his untamed magic with tendrils that writhed like dying serpents.

"Wrong." Lizzie grimaced at him, feeling the darkness loosening its grip on her at last. "They are everything!" She ripped her sword from his gut and grinned as she watched him drop. Her breathing was heavy as she turned to her crew now.

"It's over now. Are any of you ha-" She let out a shocked and pained gasp, eyes widening as her words were cut off. She glanced down to see a tendril of darkness protruding from her abdomen. She let out a dry laugh as she slowly looked up at her crew. "That's probably not good." She said before collapsing onto the floor.

FIVE DAYS AGO




P R I D E



Cold, quiet, and uncomfortable. Viktor and the infirmary had more in common than he'd like. It was a place he didn't want to be, especially when he knew he was fine physically. Despite the exceptional results of the few tests conducted on him, Black Canary and Red Tornado worried about the young man's mind. Viktor had explained in as much detail as he could what he experienced from Kassy's mental attack on him, and though he seemed unbothered, Viktor had suffered a wound he wasn't sure he could shrug off.

Viktor was good at hiding how he felt, and this led to him only having to stay just a few more hours. Besides, he was getting quite sick of hearing Zach continuously livestream about being shot. At the moment he sat up as comfortably as he could while watching the hit show 13 Week Fiance!

Into the door of the infirmary came a familiar headbush that bopped left and right, mushed down the middle by familiar green headphones. Below that was the body of Kilamanjaro, in a white t-shirt and frog pajama pants, interestingly enough. Held in his hand was a cloche-covered plate of sorts. A small smile came to his features in greeting, pulling his headphones down to rest on his neck. Placing the plate on one of those overbed tables, Ja rolled it closer to Vicky.

“Hai friend…doing okay?”

“Hello…” Viktor's greeting was drier than usual, juxtaposing Kilamanjaro's peppy mood. He briefly eyed the cloche-covered plate before returning his attention to his bushy-haired teammate. “Yes, I'm doing okay.” His eye looked back to the cloche. “You don't have to feed me… and you didn't need to visit.” Most who didn’t know him well might have found this typical but the young man was behaving more harshly, especially towards Ja.

The youth in question felt the tension and his smile dipped a little. He understood perhaps not needing to feed Viktor, the guy could feed himself…Though, the part about not needing to visit him seemed to come out personally. From what Jamhad remembered, the traumas suffered by Vicky ran deep…He couldn’t know what happened in his head, but Ja saw it as all the more reason to offer reassurance.

“No, maybe not, but I wanted to be sure that my pack recovers good after how wounding the last mission was…” Was his gentle reply, and with it, he pulled off the top of the cloche to reveal: “Puff Puff balls! They made them all the time in Buredunia. They are like….what are they called here— doughnuts!”

Viktor grabbed one, studying the pastry with critical eyes. Ja’s enthusiasm for the tasty treat failed to influence Viktor’s apprehension to try it. He was sure it was delicious but he probably wouldn’t enjoy it in the mood he was in. Out of everyone on the team, Ja was possibly the most persistent. Shaking him away with cold words would never work, but since he was here…

Ja.” Viktor said the name as if testing the sound of it. “Who is Kila?”

A small flash of confusion seemed to wash across the young man’s features. “It is me..? It was what I was called by people in Buredunia and friends that were not my Amai. ‘Ja’ is what my family calls me by…” A more contemplative look came across the animal boy’s features, while Viktor retained his more stern expression. He was not completely sure where he was going with this but he’d keep digging.

“Did you hear of someone else called by that name?” There was a brief silence.

You seem to prefer it at times. And when you do prefer it…” Viktor held up the puff puff ball between his index finger and thumb before pressing on it. Its shape now resembled a wheel. “You’re quite different. Superficially, you’re the same but everything else I’ve observed is… not troubling but interesting.” Viktor took a modest bite of the pastry.

Ja seemed to mull over the concepts that Vicky was presenting with a gentle bob of his head left and right. “I’m different?” He said aloud, but still seemed lost in his mind. “I…in Atlantis, I briefly gave in to the Red’s fury within…I felt different then…” He admitted. The particular circumstance was a detail Viktor had noted while looking over the transcripts of the mission debriefings.

“But you said ‘at times’…meaning more than once…” He mused, still looking for other potential times when he didn’t feel like himself. Yet, the only memories that seemed strange or where there were holes happened before his arrival on the team. Surely Viktor wouldn’t be talking about that.

“Okay, well, if I start acting differently, then let me know.” He nodded, more so to himself as he took notice of his friend eating one. “Do you like it?”

“It is ade- It’s quite tasty.” The hint of a smile formed at the edges of his lips. He could not deny or lowball the deliciousness of the puff puff ball. His face quickly grew pensive with the more serious matter. “And if I let you know, it won’t be…” Viktor’s curiosity was piqued by Ja’s duality now more than ever. “I’ll do it.” He simply said with a compliant nod before tossing the rest of the pastry into his mouth. So it is not just a change in attitude… He quickly gulped down the treat before continuing. “Knowing what is occurring with you will only improve the success rate of our tasks and missions. Take the encounter with the squid for instance. Don’t you find it odd that you did not use your power over the Red in a situation concerning a hostile creature?”

“I…I remember being on the submarine but it is blurry…And I remember blacking out at some time afterwards…I felt the squid dying when I awoke.” Ja’s voice went quieter the longer he spoke, his eyes downcast as if speaking of a passed friend. “The word ‘Hostile’ doesn’t quite fit to me…he was afraid and mistook the submarine for a whale…I didn’t wake up in time to tell anyone…I couldn’t stop the Professor from killing him…”

“Neither could Talon.” In his pettiness, Viktor let the comment linger on its own and pulled out his phone, and tapped the screen as if to artificially let a few seconds pass. “Hostile or afraid, you failed to relay information you should have had from the start. A lapse in judgment? Maybe. A lapse in ability? More plausible. Why did you even leave the submarine with an oxygen tank and helmet?”

“It was part of the armor…though, perhaps when I blacked out, my abilities wouldn’t have gotten blurred if I didn’t have them…” He trailed, then paused though as if realizing something. With a more firm expression, Ja looked back up at Viktor directly.

“You were also in the submarine and didn’t stop Bingley either.” He picked up on the petty nature that Vicky used to casually discredit their teammate.

“Lapse in my ability? No. The difference between Dr. Bingley’s actions and mine is that I chose not to act on my desire. Talon could have stopped him… but he was conflicted. If told to, he would have fired. I know it.”

Ja’s face almost appeared to visibly sink back into his mane at Viktor’s words. A betrayed tingle welled up in his stomach and up his throat. He said that the difference between him and the man in Atlantis’ custody was that he didn’t fire…even though he wanted to. It didn’t sit right in Ja’s head…he just told Vicky that the squid was afraid and acting out of self-defense, yet talked about his desire to have killed it without even a hint of regret. All that the young lion could express at that moment was: “…De..sire?”

“Desire.” Viktor repeated without the slightest hesitation.

“Wh…” Ja’s breath was starting to regain some traction, shoulders rising and falling as his voice gained more base. “What do you mean desire?! Are you telling me that you wanted to kill the animal that had no affiliation with our mission? Just because it crossed our path?”

“The same creature that struck you? Yes. The same creature that obstructed our path and threatened the well-being of our team members? Yes.” Viktor grabbed another pastry, appearing unbothered by the tension between him and the young lion. “What? Do you think I enjoyed the idea? It was simply the best option. Why can't some of you understand that? Were we supposed to wait for you to save the day?”

The longer Viktor spoke, the golden tinge in Kilamanjaro’s eyes faded slowly into amber, further into ruby. “I think that disregarding life so easily, without care to nuance, is what makes you just the same as Bingley. That you are no different from the people that my Amai and Iwisa wanted to save me from!” His voice took an upshift before it became more melancholic as he spoke his next words.

“I feel the Red’s fury boiling within me; wanting to lash out at you. If my resolve to contain it weakens, and it becomes a threat to both you and Zach: Does that mean that your best option is to kill me?” Their eyes locked. Viktor mentally prepared for the worst.

Without regret, he replied…
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Time: Morning
Location: Maximus Estate
Interactions: Yuka @princess, Orias @Helo, Aiko @CitrusArms, Xavier @potter
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“The Fae…” Augus nodded and turned from Orias, listening to the rationale of his choice. He paced with his arms crossed at his chest while the elven prince continued with ideas he couldn’t disagree with. He stopped in front of one of the scorch marks on the carpet which only caused the general to produce another sigh. He then turned to look at the other singed hole, and then to the culprit who was embracing Yuka in a hug.

“I pray all of your kind aren’t so reckless as you. I would hate to decommission such valuable war assets due to them being unserviceable.” He was warned, or was it a veiled threat? And then the moment he had been waiting for occurred right on time. The vulpine spoke, and not just with flavored words either. They drew his complete attention, something Captain Verencia might have warned was an unpleasant thing to garner from the stern-faced general.

Augus arms dropped from his chest before he took a single step toward Aiko. He was closer, but still a few steps away so he could still address the rest of the group. He didn’t need to flex his wings like the captain to exude an intense presence.

Orphan. He pointed and called out as if it were their name. “My pride is the least of your worries if you continue with this insolence. I expected a name as you come to know mine. As I have come to know that of your companions! How can you speak of unity whilst creating an air of distrust with those you intend to ally with? With those you are requesting aid from?” He lowered his arm that had been used to point at Aiko. “Time and time again wretches of orc, dark elves, and demons have shown they cannot be trusted. Without trust, there is cooperation! And without that, then there is no hope for coexistence. Those before me chose to leave our enemies to thrive in their own lands and leave the few dozen demons be until they gave in to their evil natures. So when it comes to unity, and this is to all of you, I’d much rather with someone with all the pride in the world than a deceitful worm that lacks the decency to give a proper introduction. Success isn’t spoken into existence, it's a product of one's actions.”

Only his eyes shifted towards Orias while he carried the same intense demeanor.

“I can spare you a place on one of my transmission bracelets. Do you possess one for yourself? If not, I can have you escorted to our market to purchase that and anything else you might need on the journey ahead of you.” He raised his left wrist and pressed a button on his transmission bracelet. The button’s light flashed a few times before a holographic image of an attentive blue-eyed teenage boy appeared.

“Greetings father.” Augus IV spoke while attempting to mirror his father’s serious expression.

“Son. Be prepared to escort very important guests of mine to the market.”

“Can I go too!?” The image of Augus IV blurred before an even younger boy bearing a resemblance to Augus appeared with a warm smile. “Please dad, I don’t want to stay here with Lyrah. She’s being so weird. I pro-”

“Quit it!” The transmission blurred again with Augus IV’s face looking down to his left in annoyance. When his eyes returned to face his father, he gulped with widened eyes as he was faced with the man’s unfazed sternness.

“Get ready. Both of you.” Augus ended the transmission while doing his absolute best to remain stoic after that transmission. “My sons will be your guides. There’s no need to waste manpower on a shopping trip.” Augus planned to meet with the governor as soon as the group left with his sons.



Location: Greenhouse
Interactions: Daphtree


It was only a matter of time before Viktor himself within the small greenhouse standing in front of Daphne. Her brother Cain had already departed but Viktor had no desire to meet him anyway.

He stared dully upon her still and hardened form that bore a resemblance to the sculptings he made on the trees within the woods surrounding the headquarters. Was she just like them now? Just a sculpting of who she used to be in a tree?

“You could have smiled… or made that unsure face you make most of the time.” The blankness of her expression almost made her seem lifeless despite being a living tree being carefully nurtured with the ultraviolet lighting and the fresh soil she was anchored into. “Talon left us.” The news was a surprise to him when he heard it. Between Talon and himself, the former seemed to mesh much better with the members of the team. He was able to find the nuance and displayed that he wasn’t just what the Court of Owls made him be. Viktor couldn’t help but find it strange that that difference might have been what led to his departure. He changed too fast to keep up. His instincts clashed with his actions and it was apparent during the last mission. Viktor couldn’t help but think he was partially to blame. “I am not gloating. I am informing you of your friend’s departure. I am also not blaming you. It was his decision, so don’t feel guilty about it.” He shrugged.

“But you will anyway.” Viktor sighed and took a few steps toward her before placing his hand where her shoulder was. His fingers delicately traced over the bark and the shape of her arm. “This, however… This is your responsibility. If anyone is going to get you out of this, it’s you.” His hand left her as he crossed his armed over his chest. “But I’ll help you… and it’s not because Alisa or anyone else told me to. I said I would help you on the submarine, and you need it now more than ever, yes?” There was a brief pause as he started to circle her while speaking as if he was briefing her.

“Your powers have lost control previously in two notable instances. When you choked Talon during the obstacle course, and when you…” He sighed as he carefully chose his words. “...during the La Hoya mission. During the obstacle course, your vines were entangled around Talon’s neck. Your power was trying to kill him. I’m still not sure why. With the La Hoya mission, your body barked up due to exposure to cold temperatures. And now after Dr. Hall’s recent experiment, you turned into this. Protection maybe, but there isn’t a threat anymore. Your father and his experiments are not here… but perhaps you are still afraid. Perhaps you don’t feel safe… or your powers simply don’t want you to be vulnerable ever again.” He stopped in front of her again, eyes on hers. “Simple… I will just convince you both you’re wrong… That this is still the one place you can go to where it's safe… Homebase.” He gave her a single nod before making his way out. “One day at a time, Daph.”

In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Inside the Schooner
Interactions: Lizzie @Tae, Helio @princess, Nym @Helo, and Barboda @Alivefalling
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The four entered were met with two things that were impossible to ignore; The thick scent of blood that sickenly polluted the air and the large holographic image of Ardyn Croft looking upon them from the transmission stand before them. Besides the lantern set on the ground by the ladder, the live transmission served as the only other light in the pitch darkness that surrounded the rest of the hold. Even the source of the blood was difficult to pick up. Why did that even matter in the face of infamy?

Vellen was nowhere to be seen, likely escaped while he had the chance to. He knew he could not face this crew alone without a significant advantage on his side. With the rest of the crew already dead or worse, he chose cowardice.

Ardyn Croft, the man looked upon the four with eyes of interest. He barely recognized one of them. Nym. He’d heard more than he’d seen but he was sure he recognized a one-eyed shark when he saw one.

“Wow… I like this group, Captain” His eyes fixed on Lizzie. Vellen had filled him in on much of what had happened on the ship. His eyes shifted towards Helio. “Dark fairy. The first I’ve seen which is a shame. A damned shame indeed. You know I don’t want to kill you, right? But I have to now. I simply must, especially after what you’ve done. The cargo is ruined. My crew was murdered during a parlay.” He shut his eyes with a disapproving shaking of his head. “A fucking parlay.” He sighed. “You turn over the dark fairy and kill the helmet-headed fuck right now, and I’ll call it even. It’s a good deal. I’m only asking for two. You killed or captured what? A dozen or so.”

In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Myriamor Plaza- Summer Harvest Festival
Interactions: Leaf @Helo, Aurora @Mole, Caelan @Alivefalling, Sophie @princess
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Slick’s hand almost found Aurora’s as she made her suggestion to leave before he felt the sudden shifting beneath him. His eyes caught sight of Caelan, questioning what was going on. Is it always somethin’ with this kid? Slick was not going to be an advocate for Caelan drinking in the future. It just spelled trouble. Then there was Sophie who he saw as just a mess, curling into herself due to seeing what occurred during the broadcast. Slick sighed. He was familiar with the reaction. Life’s spoiled her eyes… and now she’s seen its ugly face. No powder, make-up, or charm. Nothin.’

As the water drained from the pool, Slick finally took Aurora’s hand so he could assist in getting out. Several people in the pool were confused as to what caused such a sudden leak but the broadcast took the forefront of their attention.

“Cale, you best get Soph up so we can get movin.’ The girl’s sensitive to what we just saw but like our friends here suggested, we can’t stay here.” Leaf and Aurora hadn’t agreed on a location, but the mention of the blacksmith gave him an idea.

“Why wait to go to the blacksmith? We’re gonna need the extra protection and I think I can get us a discount or two seeing as I’m familiar with the owner and all.”


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