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The World of Telduria [Always open for applications]

@Zhaliora Heya boss!

So I didn't know how far to push Mercie's subplot so I just responded with interaction with Gianna :]

The World of Telduria [Always open for applications]

Mercaidi Kin'Myla

of the Shir-Lalancanne

~abandoned well, secret meeting.
~Bradles Worth, Lake Victorine

And so she broke the seal and read over the letter. It truly was the Matron's hand writing, she had seen it countless times before and in fact, she had seen the Matron herself write. There was no mistaking the upward strokes in those certain vowels.

Upon full read and digesting of the contents, of course, there were things that did not sit well with Mercie; they never did when she receeived a hand-written scroll from the Matron. The ones that stood out most were one; The Grand Duke of Estorna's involvement, especially with 'twisting the arm' of such an prolific figure head. And two; Mercie was to be accompanied with a lone member of her Underhanded group. Why not just meet there? Mercaidi Kin'Myla needed no babysitter and no reminder of past heart-aches. But alas, such was the Matron's will. And such was it necessary for Mercie to look non-plussed even though she was seething inside.

The scroll she rolled up and tucked into her garments; it would disposed of properly in time. Yellow-orange eyes looked off into the distance momentarily, then shifted back in the direction of Gianna, meeting the taller woman's gaze. "Then you already know where we are headed and what the mark is, sister," a single step closer she came, chin lowered slightly now, "you may lead the expedition there. I will lead the execution of our task. Dearest Sister..."

This was not a warning nor threat, no, it was just how things were in the Underhanded; Mercie 'out-ranked' Gianna and thusly was able to demand such things. But as to if they were played out as such or not? Well...

"Allow me some time to fittingly dispose of my life as a servant girl here, Gianna. One day's time we shall meet at the shed near Darlington Bridge. We leave under cover of night."

After a moment's pause to gauge the blonde Fae-Elf's reaction and disposition, Mercie then slowly reached for the blonde's hand to gently hold and caress it.

"I'm sure we shall have much time to catch up, Gianna... and I'm sure you shall have much to tell about that gemstone in your forehead, the trinket at your breast," a teasing smile now broke free from Mercie's lips and a fond glint was found now in her eye, "and just who this unlucky person is and just why you would ever consider such madness as to get hitched up for life with them..."

The Helium Frightful

@Mokley heya boss!

k so like I know this is kinda nit picky but soooo like is the chara sheet application GM knowledge and not Golby knowledge? Just curious if our charas got invites or submitted apps to join the Frightful?

Reason i ask is Lucky would react differetnly to Golby if we submitted prior knowledge of ourselves vs. she just meeting him cold? Nit pik picky iknow i know sorry but i soooooo needs to know! :\

The World of Telduria [Always open for applications]

@vietmyke if you want we could intertwine Mercie and Junis history. Mercie is long lived and like nearly 100 years old. And like gnomes live long too right so like they could have known each other. Like I think it'd be cool to be friends and rivals cuz assassin's and thieves right? ;DD

Let me know. :]

Edi- ummmm nevermind. Juni is only 19 ;PP

The Helium Frightful

@Mokley yeah all good :]

I would totes go first but... Like I'm actually having too much fun with Lucky's awkwardness that I want to like mess around with it a bit more before dealing with her past :\

The Helium Frightful

@Mokley sorry boss but post up delayed. Almost done. :\

But as to first mission/personal adventure... Gunna wait for Lucky. I wanna tease out her getting accustomed to life with freedom first and like experience all the nuances she never knew if thats cool?

LANTERN (redux)

Izzy

~the Lost at Sea.

The Flame never cried. Ever.

But she was not the unequalled Flame right now was she? Nay and again nay, for she was but Izzy now. I am merely Izzy... the lost at sea... I am merely Izzy... the lost at sea...

The Flame never cried and the Flame should go down with her ship. And did she go down with The Enchanting, her very own ship? Nay and again nay, for she was but Izzy now. I am merely Izzy... the lost at sea...

At first she had just thrown up her hands and just laughed at her predicament, but here she was now, standing alone, tears falling from her eyes and trying to come to grips with who she was. Was she just a drunkard lost in self-pity and wallowing in Doubt and Despair, or just a fraud exposed for what she was; a legend's forgery, or was she just a woman washed anew in a stranger's vast and open land?

Finally she spoke aloud into the Lantern-lit air, "I am merely Izzy... the lost at sea--"

The words and tears choked up in her throat when she saw it slip out from behind the cover of the wheat rows. The Lantern that seemingly breathed and sighed with her every blubbering and sob paused its flickering light show at that very same moment; Isabellia saw a golden angel float towards her from beyond the parted zealot wheat.

When she wiped away the bitter and salted water from her eyes, the angel had reformed into a goggled woman in full labourer gear, yet still bearing a smile. Yet even more than that smile there was compassion; compassion of a golden angel.

"The angellic North it be then..." said Izzy in a sort of hushed, yet drunken, awe, "and I be alright should ya makes it alright, Ms. North."

Izzy sauntered over to the hunched over woman, that ponderously graceful gait still persisted even though the redhead was still drunk. A hand she reached out, and, if given the opportunity, Izzy would grasp the other woman's hand in both hers and gently caress her own cheek with said hand. "And no where to go but up, angellic North for I am merely Izzy, the lost at sea..."

The offer to accompany Ms. North back to the safety and comfort of Ms. North's home nearly drew tears once more, but something inside Izzy had already steeled her against such 'womanly responses.' Instead she just smiled and nodded. The laugh however did not seem to lift Izzy's spirits. Instead, Ms. North's laugh caused Izzy to frown.

"'Tis not a time for contentment, I say, kind lady, for there are others here with me; those washed ashore, cast away from the refugee ship; the Legend's Forgery," before she spoke the name of the ship, the redhead took pause and gave a dry, bitter swallow, "and in great danger are they. Monsters exist, kind lady, and they have giant teeth and heal their own broken bones. The urchin with the goat tried to warn us... but alas, we were too loud and it attacked."

Steely-blue eyes were red-rimmed as a result of both shedding tears and drunkeness, but the glazed over look seemed to vacate when she spoke next. "And left them to die, did I... aye, dearie. Left them right there did I, because I cannot care anymore... I am merely Izzy, the still lost afterall..."

The redhead shook her head and smacked both her cheeks suddenly, "...Ughs! 'Don't know what's come over me... should we then see if they are alright, angellic North...? D'ye reckon there would be more monstrosities?"

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

@Ronin Lotus alright boss but k well like before this dies Imma make sure CeCe rescues her bro for sure man ;DD

@ReusableSword we gunna go down swinging bruh! :]

Edi-maybe bump the interest check boss?

The Helium Frightful

@MokleyAwesome boss ;DD

I'll finish my post up tmrw then :]

LANTERN (redux)

@Mokley Heya boss! K so like I think I'm done with moving Izzy along and just wait till next GM post up :]