LadyRunic

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice arched a dark brow, a small smile playing about her lips. "My dear, you think I cannot make up a suitable dress in three days out of something from a shop with a bit of thread?" Her eyes leaning over towards the dresser when the woman's clothes were. Alice was a very skilled seamstress and while she might lack for fabric quality, she could do a lot with a little. Be that time, inventory, or funds. It was how she had started her business after all. Tracing the grain of the desk, the tailor mused silently.

Looking up at Liza with a shy look, she nodded more to herself than to the other woman. "I can probably whip up something for the both of us, especially if I just take a day to sit down and do it. It's nothing I haven't done before." She gave Liza a small smile. "I was a very good tailor." There was a twinge of sadness there. Alice was truly worried about leaving her business behind. A loss that she was taking hard and desire back with everything in her. "Its a masquerade dear. Disguise is in the nature of the ball." Her lips twitched shyly. "No one will know me form anyone else." She promised happily.

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Alice looked over as the door opened and Liza stepped out. Arching a elegant brow at the woman's comment about the masquerade ball. Her eyes brightening at the thought. She could make gowns, masks! Her good mood, however, was swiftly shot down. "We don't have clothes and I don't have the material to make anything." Her voice low and disappointed as she frowned to herself. Thinking of the risk it would be to slip into her shop to get the material she would need.

"Do I dare break into my own shop?" She wondered aloud as she tapped the desk in thought. It was possible, but it would be risky. "Do I reveal myself now?" Alice gave a long sigh as she looked at the clock, before changing her emerald gaze to the woman who had aided her. Alice was growing impatient for her freedom to live within the limits of her new life. Though it was going to be far different than what she was used to. Her fingers twisted and turned about each other as Alice frowned out at the world. "I'm sorry. It's just..." She nodded helplessly at the world. "I wish I could do more than this, but I don't dare do I?"

Samhain Intrigues

@Belle Not a problem!

~Nyte Bloods~

Alice frowned at the ticking clock. Seven days made up a week and while it had been a informative week, Alice was getting rather bored. She had repaired all of Liza's clothes and adjusted them so they fell on the woman's frame perfectly. Something to keep her hands busy while the woman explained the world of vampires and drinking blood. While her strength and speed hadn't exactly been a blessing for the tailor, but she had worked her way back to the delicate touch she had with the needle and thread. One good thing about being a vampire, threading a needle was far easier. Liza had explained the benefits of being stronger and faster, as well as jumping further. Something Alice hadn't really tested out, being more concerned with the delicate control she was learning over her overly powered body.

Giving a sigh as she tied off the rough braid of her raven hair, Alice rolled her tongue over her fangs. Wincing at the lousy taste of mouse blood. Using the ability to tap into the minds of animals from time to time, the woman had tried to get a taste for animal blood luring mice and rats to her in the alleys. Leaving the bats, cats, and dogs alone. Especially the bats, disgusting creatures. She shivered, at the thought of bats. They were truly disgusting and a documentary she had watched informed her they were the only species to carry rabies without a symptom. Alice had been paranoid about them ever since much to Liza's most likely amusement and displeasure. Flickering her eyes to the waning sun, Alice gave a groan and laid her head on the desk impatient for the day to be done and the night to begin. Adjusting her scheduled was hard, but worse was the fact of what it would do to her shop. The late hours might just attract some customers, and trouble wasn't something she would probably have to worry about what with a vampire's weakness being beheading or a tap to the heart. Things she could avoid. If she cared to.

For all the worry in her life, Alice still longed for her shop. The coloring books, sketch pads and magazines were scattered about her as she chewed at her thumb. A horrible habit she had rid herself of years ago, only to resurface in the currently stressful time. Immortality didn't help as that possibility loomed on the horizon. She had wanted to ask, but feared the answer. To live forever? It was daunting. Giving another sigh, the tailor sketched mindlessly at a possible design. Whimsical and springy.

[High Casual to Low Advance] [18+] Wide array!

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Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Rhys Asher

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Location: Message Rat Headquarters -> Home

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Carrying the annoying boy from the Headquarters of the message rats and their infernal rates, Rhys grumbled at the horribly colored clothes. Shrugging off the stares and laughter. They were both something he had grown used to shrugging off, what with having Erik as a mentor and all. The Ordinary Wizard had been harsh with his tongue and his apprentice had suffered under it. It was the one thing that Rhys would never regret no matter what happened. The death of Erik had been well deserved by the Wizard. And Rhys had been happy to dole it out after the old miserable windbag had said one word too cruel about his departed mother. Covering it up, however, had been sloppy compared to his schemes now. But experience was key or so was what Rhys understood, and he also understood few had missed his mentor. With a certain regretful twinge the roguish man also reasoned few missed him. He had not been the most likely of Apprentices, nor the most liked of wizards.

Shrugging off his melancholy. Rhys walked towards his home. Working out the story he would tell Tom Meadow's parents as to why his clothes were fuchsia and their son was babbling nonsense. The best he could come up with would be to terrify them into silence. The worst was that he could go dump the boy on the steps of Wizard Tower after a quick change of clothes then be done with it. However, interesting it was. But he had sent a taunting message to the ExtraOrdinary Wizard so dumping the boy wouldn't work for him. But upon reaching his home and undoing the spells about his rooms, if Tom Meadow's parents noticed their son. Rhys answered truthfully. The lad was unwell, a darke magyk had been set upon him. A worried look on Rhys face informed them that the former wizard didn't know what it was. Assuring them he was changing then taking the boy to the Wizard's tower. Which he would, Rhys reasoned, at some point though he knew not when that point would be. Once inside with only himself and the lad, he locked the boy in the prison he had created and changed. Before taking the special map and making his way towards the Wizard Tower. Hoping no one would recognize him. It had been several years after all.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Richard Laine

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Location The Institute

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Snake pupil eyes looked at the emerging menaces with a stern frown. "Not on my damned watch, Charles." The Adder dropped all pretense as he looked upon the threat. "Send these orders onto my sister. She is not to engage with the men of metal and is to protect you. We have five robotic killers and a good few cars that I can see. I'm going to suppose there are more that I cannot see. Don't argue with me on this one. She can get you out if nothing else, and your connect is too valuable to loose." The thought disconnected as Richard drew a breath. This was not a good situation. The Adder would have loved for more time, but that wasn't the issue right now. Sorting though several quick thoughts, the assassin looked to the former-Brotherhood speedster. Same age it seemed, so this Pietro was not the futuristic one. A shame, but Richard was not about to be picky.

Shoving the boy into the manor, he snarled to the Speedster. "Go. Get anyone who can fight on our entrances and exits. Everyone else, you and your futuristic counterpart that is supposed to be running about is to evacuate to a safe area. Bring me more ammo and a damned bullet proof vest. Another one for Cass. Go boy!" The Adder turned and yanked his glock from the straps beneath his shirt. "Marygold, get in cover and use those damn powers of yours! Turn that damn forest into our defense." Grinning at Thalia, the assassin gave a low whistle of appreciation as she flew off. Enjoying a view despite the situation or perhaps inspite to the situation. It was possibly the last one he would get. Saying a prayer to whatever god there was, he took aim at the cars and fired. Doubting his guns would do much against the robots. "I want a vacation."

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Ayita Dyrkin

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Location The Institute

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Ayita flinched as the water moved. Her eyes narrowing as she stalked to the window, her jaws opening to reveal fangs. Peering out from the cover of a corner she gave a low snarling rumble. Several weird looking creatures were stalking from the forest, and appearing to be made of metal. Her amber eyes narrowed as she noticed several cars as well. Her fingers curving like they were claws. "We are under attack. Giant metal men and regular hunting men." Her voice was dry with annoyance as she looked at the other three and narrowed her amber eyes on the newcomer, Amni. Her figurative hackles raising as she stalked towards the older man with a predator's fluid gait that had been honed over the years.

"Did you bring them? A judas to lure the poachers to our territory." Ayita accused, her words a soft snarl as she moved to circle the man with a deadly intent. Traitors were something the woman expected, strangers were something she knew came with little good tidings. Amber eyes glanced at Nina before focusing back on the stranger. Nina was capable, even if she was slightly foolish. Ayita came to the conclusion. But this man! Who was he to start wandering about the manor? It was too suspicious if the wild woman thought about it. Growling deeply in her throat, she felt her body shiver and ready for a split change. Forms flashing through her mind as instincts battled at her to join the fight and turn back this intruder. But the shifter waited. Ready to intercept any attack and bring down this man. By any form or means necessary.

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@Mister Thirteen She'd get used to it.

And I will.

~Nyte Bloods~

Works for me. Any damage to Liza's clothes however have been expertly repaired. Alice has been worrying about her former life and the missing search for her.

~Nyte Bloods~

@Mister Thirteen Absolutely! And not a problem!