May

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Bea had been very focused. Looking through old maps, old travel journals and the like. Things so old the cramped script was faded and difficult to read in some places. She was used to this sort of thing, but still, after a few hours of that and writing in one of her own many journals, her eyes hurt. She pursed her glasses up into hey hair and rubbed at get eyes some. This was going to take a deal of work on her own.

She let out a heavy breath, looking up at the clock on the wall as it quietly clicked over to the next minute. She had five minutes to get her stuff back together and make it to lunch. She grabbed all her papers and shoved them into her bag, then gathered up her books and dropped them as easily as she could onto the returns cart at the end of the table before she hurried out the door.

Thankfully it wasn't too far for her to go, her skirt hindered her a little bit and not for the first time she cursed that she couldn't just easily wear pants more often. But she made it still. Of course Roger had beat her there, which didn't surprise her any. He often beat her anywhere they were meeting. But he didn't seem like he'd been there too terribly long.

When he said her name she gave him what she hoped was an unaffected smile, though she was sure it probably didn't come off as nicely as she would have wanted. Her mind was so preoccupied with the letter and even more so with telling him. Because she knew she could trust him with this. And she knew she couldn't keep this bottled up either. It was much too big for that.

“I'm so sorry for my tardiness,” she said as she sat, sounding a little out of breath. The waitress knew them well enough that they didn't even have to order and their food was there. She murmured a thank you before she walked away, and then another to Roger for the tea.

She waited a moment more, biting at her lip some, waiting for what felt the right moment, but she couldn't keep it in anymore. “I received a letter this morning,” she said, stirring the cream into her tea slowly, deliberately. “Indirectly from my father.”

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Bea looked at the script her name was written in and creased her brows even more. She had assumed maybe it was from Roger or one of her school friends or colleagues perhpas. But it wasn't. She thought maybe that she'd seen this handwriting before in her childhood,but she couldn't place it further than that.

She turned back into the house after the boy had gone, seemingly listening to her house mother, but she was too intranced with the mystery to pay her much mind. She opened the letter, her eyes scanning it quickly even though they were squnited some because she'd left her reading glasses on the table. But it was her father’s familiar hand, so she didn't struggle too much with reading it.

It took her a moment after Ms. Mortimer had spoken again for her to realize what it was that she'd said to her. "Oh, it's just..." she started, chuckling awkwardly, "just research from one of my colleagues. Couldn't wait." She was used to using this line with Ms. Mortimer. Especially if whatever it was might have come from the less fairer sex. But it was often the truth. They just didn't normally send things round this pressingly this early in the morning.

"I should head up to my room to have a look at it. Thank you for breakfast, Ms. Mortimer." And without waiting for a reply she hurried past the older woman to collect her glasses and headed up stairs to reread the letter take a look at the half of the map she now had and get a good look at the picture she'd only glanced at for a moment.

Bea locked her bedroom door behind her, turned on the lamp at her desk and sat in the chair as she stared at the picture. She'd seen maybe one photo of her mother in all her life. But there was no doubt looking at this that the woman was her mother. She remembered her well enough for that. And there she was in her mother's lap with her older sister standing next to them, the pair of them in matching dresses and curls. Her sister looked ever so much like their mother, we're Beatrix had inherited much more of their father's looks. Which was why she'd been the one to stay with him and not the other way around.

She felt tears coming to her eyes before she even looked at anything else. She thought she was past the worst of this grief. The grief of losing all her family. But here she was close to sobbing about it again. Missing her mother and sister had always been a distant ache, something she'd just always had since she'd been so little when they'd left. Even when they'd gotten word that they were presumed dead. She'd cried, but it was as painful as it should have been had they been closer. But her father was still fresh. He'd only been gone a year and now here her wounds were being reopened again.

Maybe she wouldn't go to class today. Once her tears were spent, she looked over the map he'd inclosed as well, studying ever curve and line of it. Where had he sent the other half? How was she to get anywhere if she only had half the information and no way to find out who had the rest of it? Gathering up her thighs she headed out to the university library, she had research to do before lunch. Hopefully she remembered to actually leave in time for lunch.

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Beatrix was seated at the table with a few other girls, reading over the morning paper as she nibbled on some toast. She was normally the one to read the paper first, the other girls mostly interested in the society pages and not much else. Which she was okay with for the most part, but some mornings it was very tiresome to only really hear about last night's party and not any of the other current events.

She didn't notice when there was a knock at the door, only somewhat registering that their house mother had gotten up and gone to the door at all. She couldn't hear her words, but she could hear her tone above the others as they chatted. So it was with some surprise when her name was called and she looked up to find the stern and annoyed face if Ms. Mortimer looking at her.

“Me?” she asked confused.

“Yes dear girl, you,” the older woman huffed, stepping back into the hall in a rustle of skirts. “Come on now, don't leave him standing like that on our front porch. Unsightly.”

Bea stood quickly, dropping her paper down into her vacated seat and hurried to the door. She didn't even mind that Ms. Mortimer was standing almost disapprovingly behind her.

“Yes, I'm Ms. Brown,” she nodded, looking him over, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “I'm Beatrix Brown. You have a package for me?”

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Aboard the Valkyrie

“What do you mean that you're leaving?” Will huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. He was standing on the outer deck of the Valkyrie, his mechanic standing in front of him with his duffle bag on the ground at his feet. “You cannot possibly be thinking of going right now.”

The man shrugged his shoulders some. “Look, captain, I can't stay anymore. My lady wants me home, and I'm inclined to listen when she asks.”

Will rolled his eyes some, looking away and out at the dock they were tethered to. “You at least could’ve given me a warning.”

The man sighed and rubbed permanently black tinged hands through his short cropped hair. “Well just got the letter today. So I'm givin’ you as much notice as I got.”

The captain just grumbled to himself and shook his head. “Fine, I'll send your severance to her address then?” When the old mechanic nodded his own head, Will held out his hand for a shake, smiling at him. “Thank you for your service.” The two shook hands and one departed.

He stood there for a long time, arms over his chest, a thinking look on his face. This was not something he needed handed off onto him. Where was he supposed to find someone to keep them all afloat on such short notice? He was itching to get going for some reason, but there was no way they could leave now. He knew enough, he supposed, but he didn't feel comfortable having only him there to fix things if something went wrong. That's what he had someone else for. So there were two of them.

Soft footsteps came up behind him and he didn't need to turn to know it was his daughter coming up next to him. Rebeca stopped and looked out where he father unfocusedly looked. “It'll be okay,” she sighed, patting his arm gently. “I can go out and ask around for someone if you like.”

He shrugged and turned to face her some. “Maybe later,” he sighed. “Need to see what kind of shape we're in otherwise before we go asking for hands.”

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Beatrix Brown

Beatrix Brown
7 May 1908

Appearance
Average height, sand brown hair kept up in a professional looking bun when in school/working, left down to let her natural wave free. Hazel eyes often behind reading glasses and dark circles from being up way too late. Occasionally looks a little haggard, her fair skin making the dark circles a little more obvious. A few dark freckles on her face and arms stand out starkly.

Personality
Kind, giving, passionate, and a little absent minded. Bea is a nice person to work with, talk with (as long as you don't mind random, winding tangents on things you might not actually want to know about), and generally be around. She's dedicated to learning and her work, doesn't give up easily and will keep going sometimes even past when it's obvious she should give up.

History

Will Axford

William Axford
9 September 1893

Appearance
Tall, broad shouldered, and generally built like a working man. Strawberry blond hair kept just outside of military standards, light blue eyes set in a handsome face. Few scars here and there, along with a few tattoos. One of his daughters name above his heart, a phoenix across his shoulder on his back, and a naked valkyrie one his right inner forearm.

Personality
Will is a bit of a bastard sometimes, and for the most part doesn't really like to spend lots of time in large groups of people. He's fine with a few people for long times but public spaces start to bother him if he's in them too long. He's rather caring to people he's close to, overly protective almost of them. He treats women amazingly well despite still being a bit of a sleaze sometimes when he talks to them.

History
Born the eldest of far too many, childhood was rough and made him tough. He left home as soon as he could and didn't look back really. A few years before the war broke out, at seventeen he became a father. But that only encouraged him to enlist and ship out.

He served on the front lines for a few yearsbefore moving on to airship service where he found his stride, quickly rising up the ranks. A year before the cease fire was called, he injured fairly badly in battle and he was still in recovery when the fighting stopped. When he was up again he'd been discharged and he took the offer from one of his former officers as captain of one of his civilian vessels. He has since captained the Valkyrie ever since.

Rebeca Axford

Rebeca Elizabeth Axford
25 April 1910

Appearance
Medium height, slim build with a lovely set of curves. Long, mid back length bright red hair hair and startling blue eyes. She's almost always with a bright smile on her face, and a kind look on her face. Even if she had shorter hair there'd be no denying that she was a woman, everything about her screamed it, but in a soft way, especially considering her age. Delicate and feminine, but there's enough spunk in her look that one would believe she was able to go running and swimming with the boys just as well as them.

Personality
Kind, caring, compassionate, loud, exuberant, and loving. There is something about Rebeca that makes it hard to not be happy when you're around her. She gets under your skin quickly, making her seem like she's always been your friend. The girl is all smiles and light laughter. There are very few who would not count her friend, or friendly, even amongst hardened people she is a source of light.

History
The only child of a pair of high school sweet hearts who never wed, Rebeca was raised just on the cusp of middle class. Her mother did well enough to never have her wanting, but the extra little things of life did slip them by as well. But she was happy, and bright and didn't care about those things. Her mother died when she just a little over thirteen, leaving her to live with her grandparents just a few towns over from Saint Louis. She was happy and content with her life, even if she didn't see her father as much as she would have liked to have.

At sixteen, her grandmother who was already I'll passed, her grandfather a few months later. She stayed in the house for a while before her uncle kicked her out because he didn't approve of her lifestyle, and had never liked that she had been born out of wedlock and remains so. So she sent a letter to her father and he gladly took her with him when he next came into town.

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Lol sorry I didn't get the notification for this.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

☆ Helena ☆

She looked at Annabeth a little confused for a moment before she remembered what her magic was. And even then she was a little uncertain what it was she was exactly going to do to help with her hangover. But she was willing to let her try anything right now if it would improve her day any. Even if it just took off the edge while her body handled the rest.

But when the relief did come she let out a soft little moan of pleasure. “You my dear girl are a beautiful, beautiful angel. I could kiss you right now.” And she didn't sound like that was a joke either. Or at least she didn't sound like it was totally a joke.

She was distracted for a moment by the arrival of song, she watched him go past, eyebrow quirked before shaking her head and turning back to find that not only had Baulder just stopped eating all of a sudden, but E’nasha had also returned with a friend. These people were all so weird. Really. She thought where she had grown up was weird, being a port city opened things up to the strange, but here, maybe because she was actually talking with them and she noticed it more was just different.

She finished up her breakfast after waving hello to the new commer. “Well I hate to eat and run,” she sighed, standing up, “But I have a mission to be packing for that I neglected finishing up last night.”

To the Ends of the Earth {A Steampunk Adventure}

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The Outcasts secret society. low advanced dark fantasy sci-fi

I was going to bumb it tonight! Glad someone else is here still too.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Helena would be a strange mix of labels. She'd be near the top of her class grades wise, taking advance placement classes and even some early college classes through the summers when she's not out exploring for great photography sites. Cross country champion. But also not unknown in detention for skipping class or getting into fights. Doesn't have a whole lot friends due to rumors about her family and some about her, only some of which are true. (Nor she did not sleep with the whole football team, but that doesn't mean she's ashamed of her body or the idea that she might have slept with them all) Mostly hangs out with friends from childhood or stoners, though there is a venn diagram there as she is one herself.