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Alexandra Andonova
How terrible it is to love something that death can touch.
- "Sweet Regret" by Roby Fayer ft. Noa DanayLocation: Room 208 (Bedroom)
Skills: None at this time
Skills: None at this time
It was strange to Alexandra to see side by side such lifelike imagery of both sets of her parents. She could only imagine what it would have been like if they had met each other in person. She was sure that they would have hit it off, if not just for their shared love of her, their daughter. She could not say that she loved one set of parents more than the other. They both forever held a special place in her heart, the parents who had raised her and the parents who had remade her. With that in mind, she felt a pang of sorrow in her heart, for what she had lost and for what they had lost.
Her hand fell from the framed photograph back down to her side. She closed her eyes as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She had to stay strong. She had to. This time she didn't have anyone to pick up the pieces of herself if she fell apart. Or did she? Maybe she did. These Em-en-dators had brought her back to life and had given her a home to call her own. Perhaps they had the compassion in their hearts to care for a broken orphaned girl from the Russian Imperial Circus of the late 1700's. Perhaps. But it was probably best not to count on it. This time she needed to be her own savior.
She took a deep shuttering breath before opening her eyes again to look at the pictures of her loved ones again. "I vill stay strong. For you. I owe you that and much more," she vowed. She wiped the tears from her cheeks before turning away. Her gaze took in the rest of the quaint little room. A small smile came to her features when her gaze landed on a poster hanging on the wall. It was from the Russian Imperial Circus. It included the whole gang. "Мои братья от другой матери," she exclaimed in Russian, her smile growing. She then moved on to explore the nooks and cranies of her new room before eventually deciding to venture outside. What adventures lied ahead? Only time would tell.
Thalken Talink
[Enter Brooding Here.]
- "Cold" by Five Finger Death PunchLocation: Talink Estate --> Trafalgar Square
Skills: None at this time
Skills: None at this time
"Take me to the tent city!" Thalken growled at the carriage driver as he stalked out of the manor. He promptly entered the carriage and slammed the door closed behind him. He plopped down onto the seat with a resigned sigh. "This is a god damn mess," he grumbled as he ran a hand over his face and through his short brown hair. He then leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees and to stare, or rather glare, down at the floor of the carriage. He was jerked slightly in his seat as the carriage finally pulled away from the Talink Estate. He did not care enough to look back at the home and the life he was leaving behind. It was just that, behind him. Well, it was psychically but clearly not mentally. Good riddance, he thought with such bitterness in his heart.
Once a sufficient enough time had passed by, and the Talink Estate was all but left behind in the dust, he finally sat upright again. His dark eyed gaze looked out the window at the passing scenery, not that he cared or had any emotional attachment to what he saw. At the moment, he couldn't think straight. This was all just a sensory overload for him, and he was left feeling frazzled and dull. His stomach was twisted into knots, and he felt a sense of foreboding at the uncertain path that laid before him. After all, the transition between a life lived in the shadows to finally feeling the light of day on your skin could certainly do that to a person.
When he did find the Lady Crypt, what was he to say? Why would she even trust him after all that had happened? Why would anyone trust him? His jaw clenched as he sat there brooding in the relative silence of travel. Then there was that Catholic lady Mary Hale that Virginia was meeting. The last time he saw the apostolic woman she had put a gun to his head. Imagine what she would do to him now. He won't be much use to anyone if he's dead. "God dammit," he muttered as he looked out the carriage window. At this point, they had made it to Trafalgar Square without a hitch.
That emotionless void that had overcome Sirena was slowly etched away by Millicent's self righteous behavior. Her blue eyes widened slightly before narrowing on the hateful woman. Needless to say, she didn't take blatant disrespect well. Yet, before her indignation could hardly break down her wall of sorrow, the witch Septima was flung backwards as if she was a mere ragdoll. A gasp left Sirena's incorporeal lips. The impact of magic(?) had sent the witch head over heels backwards. Sirena was shocked and none too amused. Sure, the witch had it coming, but still...
Sirena's attention returned to Millicent, and she bristled at the woman's following words. She shrugged off her previous sorrow like it was just a coat. Now was not the time to shut down. It was the time to stand up. Her blue eyes became piercing as indignation threatened to rear its ugly head. She took a deep calming breath. She wasn't prone to violence, but this woman certainly was. She knew that it would be best if she went in with her head and not her heart. Though, did it even matter? She was already dead. She had nothing to lose. She had nothing to lose. The corner of her lips pulled up into a smirk, and there was now that familiar sly glint to her eyes.
"And what did that prove other than the fact that you are a bitch with power now? she exclaimed. "Don't take me for a fool. You don't intend to help us. And why would we want help from you and your broken crown?"
She quirked a brow at Millicent as she began to circle around her. She glanced down at Édouard and gave him a sly wink before stepping over him and returning her attention to the new "goddess" in town. "If the flask really did choose you, then you shouldn't be afraid that it would choose someone else, now then hmmm?" she added, her smirk seemingly growing in slyness.
A devilish grin came to Edgard's features, and there was a dark glint to his stormy blue eyes. La Fraternité du Sang now had the power of the English within their clutches, and that power was just within his own grasp. Édouard was dead and thus entirely out of the way. Leadership of La Fraternité du Sang would then fall to Alisanne. Marry her, and he would have the best of both worlds so to speak. He would have the love of a lifetime and more power than he could have ever hoped for. Imagine how much more power they would have once they retrieved the flask. It would be power beyond measure. The power to rain hellfire upon the nations, and to purge weakness from these godforsaken lands. Edgard's grin grew at the thought of the carnage he could leave in his wake.
His eyes scrunched up slightly as he looked at the Styx. He could make out a woman at the front of the ship. She seemed awfully familiar, what with her black locks and emotionless stare. It was--Alisanne?! His eyes widened, and his grin turned from devilish to genuinely pleased. He had known in his heart and soul that she was alive and well. No one could kill the eldest Riviere daughter, at least not without one hell of a fight.
Yet when his gaze shifted slightly to the side, his grin faded, and his eyes became dark and menacing. Margot?! Bloody hell! She was suppose to be dead! Right now Edgard wanted nothing more than to raise that goddamn lying messenger just so he could brutally murder the man again. Then another thought occurred to him. In his psychic connection, or whatever it was, Alisanne had stated that she had killed her sister. His nostrils flared at the realization that his fiancée had lied to him. Worse yet, she had played him!
"Que diable femme, vous avez des explications à faire!!!" he yelled as he angrily waved his fist in the air.
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>TFW the GM gives you plenty of information for your character to react to but people can't seem to find it in themselves to react to much of any of it #rppetpeeve #notamused
Alexandra & Alicia
Location: Ville au Camp: Oak Tree
Alexandra's eyes flew open, and her nostrils flared as she took in a gasping breath, filling her lungs with the air that they had so rudely been deprived of. An unfamiliar face swam into view as her eyes regained their focus. No sooner then did the stranger's words hit her eardrums. She blinked, the only sign that she had heard the woman. She was uncharacteristically quiet as she processed the words, and her eyes widened as memories of her death trickled back.
Resting her head on the palm of her hand, Alicia lay there in her "slide into home" position and let the woman think for a minute. From what she had seen on the clipboard this woman had had a rather quick and unexpected death and Evelina had explained to her that when death occurred that quickly it was a bit more for people to take in than a long coming death. Alicia had known she was going to die, she had been fighting for a long while to try to stay alive but she knew it was coming. It wasn't unexpected, in fact at the time it had partially been welcome to stop the events from going any further.
"Ya think?" she finally countered sarcastically, though it lacked some of its usual punch. "I just had my head lobbed off." She suddenly let out a small gasp and sat up quickly, her slender hands flying to her head and neck. She let an almost maniacal laugh as she felt her head fully intact and attached to her body.
"Shit bitch, I would say it's nothing to lose your head over but in this case I'll just say it's nothing to get your panties in a wad over," Alicia said snickering as she sat up and crossed her legs. Draping her arms over her knees she let the clip board dangle there for a minute.
"I've got my head back!" she exclaimed. Her brows then furrowed with confusion as she finally took in her foreign surroundings. "Vhat the hell?" she further exclaimed. "--Or heaven?" She looked back over at Alicia, arching a brow in question.
"Neither actually," the Mexican woman in very odd clothing for Alexandras time said as she looked down at her clip board. "Russian... Late 1700's, circus.. Oh hell, going forward is a lot fucking harder than going back," she said letting out a huff and blowing some of her dark hair out of her face. Looking at Alex she pursed her lips and grumbled a bit. "You're in America now and it the 1900's."
Alexandra made a face like Alicia had just grown a second head. "Time travel, seriously? Nov you sound like the crazy voman," she retorted. She then stood up, brushing herself off. As her hands touched unfamiliar fabric, she looked down to find that her attire was entirely different. She wore a black and white dress of all things, and it was paired with black opera length gloves, pearl earrings, and low black heels. As far as she was concerned, it totally wasn't her style. She didn't do dresses. They were too stifling. She much preferred wearing pants, to the horror of the women of the 1800s ton.
Smirking Alicia stood up and dusted her read end and sides off from sliding in when Alexandra arrived. "Says the bitch who clearly remembers dying because of some Rube Goldberg death trap and ended up being the Alice the Queen fucking wanted after playing croquette," Alicia spouted off in a snarky voice. Then it dawned on her that she just used two terms that this woman would have absolutely no idea about considering they hadn't been around in her time.
Her lips thinned, and her eyes narrowed slightly. She put a hand on her hip as she looked expectantly back at Alicia, arching a brow in question. "Vould you care to explain this--" she began sassily, gesturing to her foreign clothing with her free hand before gesturing to her similarly foreign surroundings. "And all this in more detail."
"It's why I am here, come on chica, walk with me," she said as she motioned for Alexandra to follow her towards the big house. "You girl are what is known as a Paradox, a person that died but was brought back to life. You are now in what is 1943 United States - Southern Part. Louisiana to be exact. This place is known as Ville au Camp. Everything within it's perimeter is on a twenty-four hour time loop, that reset everyday to keep us here and safe. We have four people that watch over us called Emendators - they have been around since the beginning of time. The Dice, better known as Evelina Lucas today, is the one that brought you back. Why I don't know. She just does this shit. Here you will live out a new life, get a second chance. You can't go back to your old life, you can't do what you used to do," Alicia rambled on nonchalantly as she opened the door to the main house and motioned for Alexandra to step on into the mansion. "On an up note, we don't have periods here so no more bleeding down our legs every fucking month."
Alexandra dropped her hands back down to her sides as she let out a small sigh. She nodded her head slightly and followed alongside Alicia. Her dark brown eyes took in her surroundings as they walked and talked. She glanced back over at the woman ever so often as outlandish things poured forth from the woman's mouth. "Uh huh, sure," Alexandra commented when there was a momentary pause in Alicia's rambling. She rolled her eyes before once again examining her new surroundings. As far as she was concerned, Alicia was crazy, but then again perhaps she was too.
Pushing some of the drooping Spanish moss back and out of the way Alicia continued up towards the house. She knew it was a lot to take in but the girl and the others were handling it better than Alicia had when she had arrived. Alicia had been a wreck. She had died, and then got flooded with memories of another death, another life she had lived. She didn't bother mentioning that yet though, the usual one death was enough to take in during the first minutes.
Ultimately, her head just couldn't quite wrap around the sheer magnitude of all this new information. Though, in the end, she supposed it didn't really matter if she understood everything that was going on. She would make the most out of this crazy situation, just like she always did. Her eyes widened and her gaze snapped back to Alicia at the woman's last comment. It was an inappropriate thing to say in public. She liked this girl. An amused sparkle came to her eyes. "Do continue, oh great storyteller," she remarked sarcastically. A small smile played at the corners of her lips as she followed Alicia into the expansive manor.
Heading up the stairs Alicia made her way back to the door marked 201 and looked at the clipboard hanging next to it. "These four rooms here are the Emendators. Really different fuckers. They are all old, like fucking old old. Like the woman here, Evelina, the one that brought you back, she's been conscious for like 3000 years, and she is one of the younger ones," she said as she checked the clipboard. "Ahh, 209, next store to my main man James. You'll like him. Big ass Blackneck, talwks somethang likes this," she said doing a horrid impression of a southern drawl and smirking as she did.
A laugh left Alexandra's parted lips. "You knov hov insane this all sounds. I don't knov vhether to believe you or smack you," she chuckled. "The only thing I knov vith certainty is that I died, but nov I'm alive and vell. As far as I'm concerned, the rest is just details."
Motioning she lead Alex out on the front upstairs porch and over towards her room on the other side of the massive house. "Oh and I don't know what you got but don't be surprised if suddenly shit really strange starts happening. Seems each of us wakes up with something new and nifty but what I see about from your time, yeah, won't be nothing you can't handle," she added as she reached the room and unlocked the door. Pulling out the key she handed it over to Alexandra and it dawned on her she hadn't mentioned the power surge to the others.... Whoops.
"I vill be prepared for anything then," Alexandra replied as she followed close behind Alicia. She seemed so nonchalant about everything, like none of this truly fazed her, but perhaps it was just that it had all yet to sink in. She gingerly took the key from Alicia and then stepped inside the room, her room. Her inquistive gaze took everything in. When her gaze finally rested on the framed pictures of both sets of parents, birth and adopted, it finally wiped the carefree smile from her face.
Alicia noted the smile leaving Alexs features and sighed. Whatever had caused it, it was heavy but oddly enough that wasn't uncommon. "I had the same look on my face when I spotted a picture of my son and my dad holding him Chica," she said in an understanding voice. Patting her on the shoulder slightly, a bit of reassurance without pushing the boundaries. Turning she left and pulled the door closed behind her. She figured the girl needed to let things sink in, most did. Taking a breath she looked down at her clipboard before heading back towards the stairs.
Alexandra nodded her head slightly but didn't dare speak. She just stared at the photographs of the parents she lost and the parents who had just lost her. As the door was shut behind Alicia, she walked over to the framed photographs, which sat side by side, and traced her fingers tenderly over the faces of her loved ones. "I'm sorry, truly," she murmured.
Thalken Talink
It's okay to lash out from the rules that I'm enslaved.
But somehow, someday, I'll have to turn the page.
- "Cold" by Five Finger Death PunchBut somehow, someday, I'll have to turn the page.
Location: Talink Estate
Thalken ran a hand across his face before slowly rising to his feet. He then lumbered over to his bed and sat on the edge of it. What emotions had risen to the surface with a mighty vengeance, he could now feel draining from him, like blood from an open wound. His father had stabbed him in the back and lit him alflame. Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised, but the severity of the wound was shocking nonetheless to him. While the flames were beginning to fade to a low but constant burn, his emotions were rapidly bleeding out from him. Perhaps for a man like Thalken, who buried his emotions and hid them behind a cold exterior, that wasn't such a bad thing. It was the extra nudge he needed. Yet, as a result of that profusely bleeding wound, he was left feeling numb from head to toe. So he just sat there, silently staring at the floor. Who knows how long he sat there, drowning in his bleeding emotions.
He was finally roused from his stupor by what sounded like a carriage pulling up outside. He looked up and over at the window. It seemed odd for someone to be arriving at this hour. As far as he knew, they weren't expecting anyone. Granted, his father wasn't exactly forthcoming as of late. "Whatever," Thalken grumbled. He didn't care about who it was at the moment. He was too busy brooding. His dark eyed gaze went back over to the window, and his mind returned to that piece of paper that had randomly hit his window. And yet, the fact that it had been written in his trained tongue suggested that it wasn't merely random. He reached into his coat pocket and fished out the thin piece of paper. He flattened it out between his fingers and read it again. "Loose string monkey." It was one of 81 Cantonese Proverbs, and it meant someone no longer under control of their superior or guardian. His brows furrowed at the realization that it sounded a lot like him right now.
Just then, the distinct bellowing voice of an enraged Beowulf echoed through the manor. "SHE DID WHAT?!!" Thalken looked up, brows furrowing. He shoved the piece of paper back into his coat pocket and promptly rose from his bed. Something was amiss in the Talink Manor. Beowulf and Thalken were alike in that they were both minimalists when it came to their emotions. In other words, not much could conjure up an extreme reaction from them. With that in mind, Thalken knew something wasn't right. He quickly left the privacy of his room and ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time. He slowed down as he finally neared the front hallway. The clearly enraged form of his father came into view, and just past him was the comparatively more demure form of--Thalcona.
"God dammit," Thalken muttered under his breath. Why was his sister back? She was supposed to be guarding the Viscount Wenwynith. Oh, god dammit!! This wasn't good! "What the hell is going on?" he exclaimed as he approached the two. He glanced at his father, who at this point might as well have been having the adult equivalent of a violent temper tantrum. His gaze then landed on his sister. Thalcona's lips thinned, and the look in her eyes confirmed his suspicions. "What happened?" he questioned through gritted teeth.
Thalcona let out a small sigh before responding, "The Lady Crypt backed out on the deal. She said her father is returning, and that she had to reply in person to an urgent letter from her friend Dame Mary Hale. She left with some of the Russian circus folk not too long ago." Thalken swallowed another god dammit, his eyes darkening at this new turn of events. Perhaps he should have been relieved that he did not have to marry the Lady Crypt, but he wasn't. His mind was preoccupied on the great ramifications that the woman had just incurred upon herself. There was no going back for either of them now.
"I want you to hunt down that boy, that puny little viscount! If he is in our grasp, the Lady Crypt will have no other choice but to obey my commands! Not unless she wishes to see her brother's head on a pike!" Beowulf spat callously. Thalken's jaw clenched, and he turned stiffly to face his father. God, why was he related to the wretched man? No more. Thalken would no longer submit to his father's demands. He was a Talink only by blood relation alone. Disown him for all he cared. Hunt him down for all he cared. Kill him. Torture him. Do whatever to him, but no more. Thalken was done. He would deceive the man one more time. But after that? One of them would die, and it wouldn't be him.
"I will handle this," Thalken growled, raising his voice. "I will handle this!!"
"I will come with you," Thalcona interjected.
"NO! No, I will do this myself," he retorted. And with that he left the Talink Estate for what he deemed could very well be the last.
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