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🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Thalken Talink

Everything that you fear is calling you and drawing near

- "Demons" by Brian McFadden

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Location: Devonshire Terrace --> Edgde of the Tent City
Skills: City Knowledge (London)

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The irritation at his mindless slipup was relatively short-lived as weariness and anxiety etched way at Thalken. He found it surprisingly difficult to walk on foot to the Tent City. It wasn't that it was physically demanding by any means. After all, he was plenty fit to take the trek. It wasn't that at all. It was just walking there by himself and of his own volition made the whole situation feel that much more concrete. A carriage could take him wherever the driver pleased, but to walk there, he was then actively making the decision to go to what in the moment felt like the lion's den. Every survival instinct in him told him to run the opposite direction, to take a less perilous path. But no, he would take the path that most likely would seal his fate.

Thalken used every ounce of will power he had to trek onward for the Tent City. It was time he stopped dwelling in the pain and sins of his past and start creating a new future for himself, whatever form it may come in. Anything was better than being a pawn in his father's nefarious games. Arrest him. Beat him. Break him. Kill him. Do whatever you wished. He deserved it all. He was doing this to redeem himself, even if it was the last thing he ever did.

He made quick work traveling on foot, and soon enough he verged upon the edge of the Tent City. He stopped then, and his dark eyed gaze took in the place with a look of dreaded intensity. He closed his eyes as he took in a deep shuttering breath. After a few moments, he slowly opened his eyes again, and his hands shook slightly as he sheathed the throwing knife he still clutched in his hands like it was a lifeline. He wouldn't be needing it. This wasn't a fight he could win. He then marched onward, his expression purposefully as blank as he could manage.

Strange New Waters - Concluded

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Location: The Misty Mire - Port of Tortuga


- "Sinners" by Barns Courtney

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Before Millicent could give a reply to Sirena's blatant threat, something changed in the air. A spell had been cast, and a price had was to be paid. Sirena's steely gaze pulled away from Millicent, and she finally took in her surroundings, which had previously gone unnoticed to her in her tirade. Her blue eyes widened, and a small gasp left her parted lips as a dark light shot up into the sky. The bodies of the fallen then began to rise and seemingly come back to life. She glanced around in surprise, noting the incorporeal forms of the others had now disappeared. Her pale blonde brows furrowed in confusion as she looked down at herself. She didn't feel any different.

Sirena looked back up, and that's when her eyes landed on her still broken, lifeless body. Her heart sank into her stomach at the realization that the others had been resurrected but she hadn't. She swayed slightly on her feet, and her hands shook at her sides. Her gaze then hardened and swept back to Millicent. She glared openly at the woman. "You! This is your doing!" she growled, a bit of emotion uncontrollably seeping into her voice.

When Édouard came over and pulled Millicent into a quick kiss, the metaphorical daggers she had drawn pointed at him next. "Édouard!" she exclaimed sharply, before her voice turned into an unheard of growl at him. "Not. Now."

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Location: Deck of the Bellona – Port of Tortuga



- "Play With Fire" by Sam Tinnesz ft. Yacht Money

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Edgard rushed across the deck of the Bellona, his feet sliding slightly on the slick wood. He slid to a stop in front of the nearest cannon and scrambled to grab what he assumed were the necessary packing materials lying nearby. Did he truly know what he was doing? Well, he got the basic gist of how to load and fire a cannon. So, in other words, not really. What he did know for a fact was that every second spent was precious. That monstrous sea beast was putting the life of his dear fiancée Alisanne in certain peril, and he would not just stand idly by and watch the beast seal her fate. He was no coward. He was no weakling. No, he was the Baron of Blood and Fire.

He kept glancing up to assess the kraken's position as he shoved various materials into the cannon. Powder. Ball of hay. Cannon ball. And it was ready to be ignited. He pulled out his pocket tinderbox that he always kept on his person and quickly set to work lighting the fuse. He let out a growl of annoyance as he struggled to get it to light. He didn't have time for this! He glanced up again at the kraken, an inkling of desperation seeping into his stormy blue eyes. Finally, second times the charm and the fuse ignites. A cocky gleam returned to his eyes. "Eat iron bloody kraken!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs before plugging his ears with his fingers.

The cannon let out a deafening BOOM as it hurled the cast-iron cannon ball straight for the kraken. He let out a triumphant shout as the beast was struck dead on. Miraculously, a single shot was all it took to take down the beast. A wicked smirk crossed his features as he watched the beast in its death throes before it sank below the waters depths. Yet his smirk soon faded and his face took on a note of graveness as he looked out at the vast ocean. Somewhere the ocean still held his Alisanne captive, assuming she was even still alive at all. And that. That hurt him more than anything.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

I forgot what I was losing my mind about
I only wrote this down to make you press rewind

- "Young and Menace" by Fall Out Boy

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Location: Room 101 (Sitting Room)
Skills: N/A

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Alexandra paused rubbing her temples to turn her attention lazily to Gilbert for whatever demonstration he had in store. Back in her timeline, in the Soulless infested world of the early 1800s, strange "abilities" were nothing new. All it really took was time and money and you too could have your own set of abilities for kicking undead ass. Once upon a time she herself had some rather unique abilities she learned while training under the Russian Imperial Circus. Want to play angry birds in real life? Use Vyzov to live your dream. These aren't the droids your looking for? The jedi powers of Tizirovat' are at your fingertips. Yet even those abilities seemed subpar to what Alexandra was about to witness.

Alexandra practically flew out of her chair onto her feet when Gilbert's entire form rippled and morphed until he looked like an entirely different person. "Святая мать России!" she exclaimed loudly in Russian. She then stood there for a while, just staring at the new, and not so improved, form of Gilbert with eyes that were wide like saucers. The shock eventually seemed to melt away to something more, I don't know, psychotic? A wide grin spread across her face, and she began to laugh hysterically, almost manically. "Wooo!! Do it again!!" she yelled, raising her fists into the air in an overly enthuastic manner. It would seem that this time she was the one to interrupt The Dice's speech. Oooh gurl.

Translation

Святая мать России! = Holy mother of Russia

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Thalken Talink

Maybe I've finally lost my damn mind

- "Sinners" by Barns Courtney

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Location: Marylebone Rd. --> Devonshire Terrace
Skills: City Knowledge (London)

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Thalken stood there for a moment glaring out at the silent night sky. This day was just getting better and better. It couldn't possibly get any worse, could it? Yeah, it probably could. After all, the true trials laid just ahead of him. He had to face the Lady Crypt and answer for his father's crimes. And yet, Thalken knew darn well that he himself also had a lot to answer for. His hands were far from clean, and those trespasses weighed heavily on his heart. The guilt was becoming almost too much to bear. His spirit was most certainly weary from the burden.

He let out a sigh and turned his intense dark eyed gaze to the broken carriage. It didn't take much thought on his part to realize that it would be a waste of precious time to wait for the wheel to be fixed. He absentmindedly twirled the knife in his hand and marched off without a word. He would just travel the rest of the way to his destination on foot. He knew the layout of the city well enough to find his way even in the dark. Well, at least he did when his mind was working properly. Perhaps his mind was at its breaking point because he traveled some distance before he realized he was passing Devonshire Terrace again.

He stopped midstride, his brows furrowing in confusion for a moment before it finally dawned on him that he had gone the entirely opposite direction of where he needed to go. God dammit. He let out a loud, over exaggerated huff of frustration before he spun on his heels and went back the way he had come. He glared at his surroundings as he trudged along broodingly.

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>TFW your storyline is taking shape piece by precious piece

Strange New Waters - Concluded

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Location: The Misty Mire - Port of Tortuga


- "Novocaine" by Fall Out Boy

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Sirena went head over heels backwards to "land" several feet away. Had she been in a corporeal form, the dampness of the Misty Mire would have soaked through her clothes by now, weighing her down, and the grime of the marshy ground would have infiltrated every crevice. Had she been more than just a ghost, a wisp of something that once was, she would have been riddled with bruises and abrasions. But pain was mostly irrelative here, at least that of the more physical kind. Instead the mental torture of knowing you aren't alive but you aren't quite dead either was torture enough. Imagine what that must do to one's mind.

Perhaps that's why Sirena was at her wit's end. The patience she was once so adept at was quickly being thrown out the window. She was fed up with life. She was fed up with death. She was fed up with everything. Screw it all. She had nothing but perhaps the remnants of her sanity left to lose. A growl escaped Sirena's pale lips as she pulled herself up, glaring daggers in Millicent's direction. "Enough of this bloody madness! Hand over the flask, or I will pry it from you with my cold, dead hands!" she spat. She slowly stalked back in the direction she had been thrown from, her eyes trained on Millicent as the woman made her next move.

It had yet to fully dawn on Sirena that her body had been returned to her, but in the end, it wouldn't have truly mattered to her anyways. Her body was in pieces. Her life had been left in shambles. The damage seemed irreparable to her. What if the fragments left behind by the flask's curse were never truly meant to be put back together again?

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Location: Docks – Port of Tortuga



- "Play With Fire" by Sam Tinnesz ft. Yacht Money

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In an instant, in the blink of an eye, the tides had turned. Unbeknownst to Edgard, someone had dabbled with the power of the flask and had unwittingly unleashed a monstrosity upon the land of the living. The water immediately surrounding the Styx rippled ominously, almost imperceptiblely at first considering the tumultuous nature of the sea. A creature, a bearer of death, lurked within the water's depths. Edgard's ever stormy blue eyes widened as the Styx began to sink and crewmembers jumped overboard seemingly in desperation. The cowards. But no sooner did those words, those assumptions, pass through his thoughts did all hell break loose.

It all seemed to occur in slow motion before Edgard's eyes. The massive tentacles shooting out from the water, sending sprays of water every which way, and wrapping around the ship as if it was only pencil thin. A dull creaking noise of wood giving and inevitably snapping, a sound that could quite possibly be etched into his mind forevermore, could be heard even from where he stood on the docks. His gaze locked onto Alisanne, his beloved fiancée, the only person who ever truly meant anything to him in this world, as her ship was torn in two. His blood ran cold as it dawned on him that she was in the eye of the storm. The only shred of humanity, of love, he had in his heart was about to be destroyed along with his dear sweet Alisanne.

"NOOOO!!!!" he yelled, his primal scream echoing above the sounds of carnage. "ALISANNE!!!!" His now wild gaze desperately looked around for something to put a stop to this. To destroy the beast. To save her. His eyes landed on the Bellona. The ship was miraculously intact after the barrage of cannon fire dealt by the combined forces of the English and French, and more importantly, its cannon was still usable and almost perfectly in line with the Styx. Edgard hightailed it across the docks and onto the deck of the Bellona as adrenaline pumped through his veins.

Strange New Waters - Concluded

@Morose Girl, don't worry. I'm not about to let this die out. We haven't come this far along in the story just to let it fall out of existence. Like I said on discord, I will be able to post tomorrow for sure. I'm ready to get this show back on the road. As long as the guild cooperates, I'm going to continue working on posting earlier on in my counter. :)

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

Hey, look! Hot mess over here!

- "Hot Mess" by Cobra Starship

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Location: Room 101 (Sitting Room)
Skills: N/A

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Alexandra absentmindedly jiggled her leg, which was crossed over the other in the most ladylike manner she could manage. Sitting in a dress was no easy task. That's one of many reasons why she preferred wearing pants. What were these people thinking putting her in a dress?! I mean she looked mighty fine in it no doubt--but still. This was just a disaster waiting to happen. She let out a small nearly imperceptible sigh. She tilted her head slightly to the side as she twirled a loose strand of her dark brunette hair between her fingertips. She looked a tad bored as she listened to the dice woman speak. Enough with the droll formalities, she was ready to get down to the nitty-gritty aspects of this new existence.

Her gaze suddenly whipped to the side when Sophia piped up, interrupting the rather formidable emendator that was the Lady Evelina Lucas. Alexandra gave the one-handed woman a look that said gurl. Sure, she herself was being a bit of an airhead right now, but she still caught the dice woman expressly stating not to ask questions until the end of the "orientation." When Eve quickly reprimanded Sophia, a told-you-so look crossed Alexandra's features as she shook her head lightly.

Eve's warning about there being worse things than the dead walking made Alexandra quirk a brow. What did she mean by that? Was she referencing Soulless, or something else? Did this place in the future still have a massive Soulless problem? One would hope they would have nipped that problem in the butt by now. Hmmm, food for thought. She pursed her lips as she waited for The Dice to resume her spiel. Of course, things only got more messed up and mindboggling from thereon. Alexandra rubbed her temple as if a headache was bound to come on at any second. This was all a lot to take in.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

You’re lookin’ crazy, you’re lookin’ wrong
It looks like we’re gonna get along

- "Pretty Little Psycho" by Porcelain Black

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Location: Room 107 (Outside passageway)  Room 101 (Sitting Room)
Skills: N/A

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Upon the sound of the man giant Gilbert “The Hat” Summers addressing her specifically, Alexandra’s head swung to the side. She batted her eyelashes in an overdramatic fashion as her dark eyes traveled up the man’s tall form. “Yes, sweet father of giants,” she teased. It was almost endearing. Almost. She couldn’t help it as the corner of her mouth turned up into a sly smirk that nearly matched his own. She always liked to start a good banter, even if the likelihood of the other reciprocating in kind was often slim to none. They could catch the bone, so to speak, that she throws, or not. In the end it didn’t really matter, she would always make the most of whatever kind of response she got.

Her eyes widened at the rest of what “The Hat” had to say to her. “Oh?” she remarked in surprise. He knew several Great Bazhoolis?! Her wide-eyed gaze then turned to James followed by her mouth falling agape. “You too?!” she exclaimed in an almost shrill voice. She stood there for a moment looking all kinds of—psycho? It was kind of up to interpretation.

She finally picked her jaw up off the floor and straightened up her posture to something more appropriately resembling a sophisticated woman in a dress. Well, sort of. After all, she was still clutching her heels in her hand instead of wearing them. But, I mean, no one’s perfect. Especially not her. “Huh,” she commented lamely. She rested her handful of shoes back on her shoulder, before slowly following along with the assembled group.

A slight weariness began to creep into Alexandra’s demeanor as all the information she had learned in the last hour or so of consciousness whorled inside her head. It was all just so much to take in. Her gaze only half took in the interiors of the rooms they passed through before finally arriving in the sitting room. She chose to sit next to Sophia. It wasn’t that she had any qualms about sitting next to someone she hadn’t already met. It was just the closest chair. She let out a small sigh as she sat down and set her heels down onto the floor.

Her head popped back up when Eve entered the room. She glanced over at Sophia, arching a brow in question, before looking back at the interesting newcomer. She tried not to fidget as the woman began her spiel, but she was kind of finding it hard to just sit there, let alone to shove anymore information into her already overfilled brain.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Thalken Talink

I will confess that I have sinned with my hands
And there's no one else to blame

- "Honest to God" by AWAY ft. Charity

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Location: Regent St. & Piccadilly --> Devonshire Terrace
Skills: N/A

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So it was settled then. Thalken had to walk into the tent city and surrender himself. What else was he to do? It seemed to be the only logical conclusion. To attempt anything else would only serve to further incriminate himself. If he truly wished to prove that he was to be trusted, that he was on the side of good, he should have nothing to hide. Well. That was so much easier said than done for a man who had always lived in the shadows.

Thalken let out a breathy sigh as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the seatback. He could feel every bump in the road reverberating up through the seat. The silence weighed heavily on him but not more than the weight of what he had to do. He had to defy his very nature. He had to break down his walls and open up. He had to. He had to if he ever wished to thrive rather than just survive.

Every second of travel felt like an eternity. His stomach was in knots as he was eating himself up inside with anxiety. He turned his head to the side and opened his eyes once more to look out the carriage window. They were coming upon Devonshire Terrace at this point. He was almost there. Almost. Was he ready for this? Like hell. But did he really have choice in the matter? His mind told him he did, that he could just runaway from it all. From his wretched life. But his heart would not soon forget all the transgressions he must pay penance for. And he would, all in due time. All in due time.