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Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Location: The Palace Lawn

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Out of the corner of her eye, Lyra caught the look of pure, unadulterated wonder that took over Asha's features, and she couldn't quite help but to take a quick glance over at the woman to get a better look. A soft smile graced her lips before her attention returned to the apparently real, live dragon, a Tyme dragon to use Asha's words. She didn't know what a Tyme dragon, but considering Asha's awestruck reaction, she could only assume it was something truly rare. The fact that Asha and Arya didn't seem overly concerned or alarmed by the appearance of this admittedly majestic beast put her mind a bit at ease. That is not to say however that she was going to fully let her guard down. She would be a fool to not have a healthy respect, and perhaps fear, of the undoubtedly powerful dragon.

She tensed slightly as the young ExtraOrdinary Apprentice unabashedly walked right up to the dragon and its rider. Did he honestly even know what he was doing? She doubted it if his slightly terse words to them were any indication. Her lips thinned as she watched and waited with helpless apprehension to see how the newcomers would take Atkin's none too friendly words. She let out a small breath that she hadn't realized that she had been holding when they seemed to take it decently. Wait. Did that dragon just talk?! Her eyes widened and her mouth fell agape when the dragon's body then began to shimmer and crackle before shrinking down into the form of a human. Wow, just wow. She glanced back over at Asha for a moment. As she began to relax, she was finally able to understand and share some of the wizard's amazement. When it came to the Tyme dragon, there was certainly more than meets the eye. She was indeed curious about it and interested in learning more, but she knew that now was definitely not the time for that.

Lyra blinked when the woman, who mind you had just been a dragon, stated that her and her apparent husband were here looking for their child. She tilted her head to the side slightly, brows furrowing. It couldn't possibly be just an uncanny coincidence that the same day she had found a dragon egg a real live mother dragon shows up. She took a step forward, fully intending on sending the parents in the right direction. It was really no question in her mind. Dragon or not, it was still a child, and a child needed its parents. She wasn't selfish enough, or stupid enough for that matter, to keep the egg for herself. Whatever value it had wasn't hers to be had. She sheathed her sword and closed the remaining distance between her and the dragon people. As she came to a stop in front of them, she then promptly curtsied deeply. "Lady Maehers and Lord Laine, my name is Lyra Lauerk, the lady-in-waiting to Princess--excuse me, Queen Valda. It is an honor to welcome you to The Palace of the Small Wet Country Across the Sea," she greeted them politely before getting straight to the point. "If I may be so bold, I believe I know this child you are speaking of. Earlier this morning, I found a dragon egg. Please allow me to take you to him or her. I do not wish to keep you from your child."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Thalken Talink

It's hard to have a heart when
you've stopped so many others.

- K. M. Howell

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Location: Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park)
Skills: None currently

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Thalken's dark eyes widened at Vladimir's sudden outburst. So, his information had been--helpful? So it would seem apparently. Yet, in that ever brooding mind of his, he couldn't possibly understand how helpful he had actually been, in that moment, by answering a seemingly simple question. He couldn't believe it really, that he could have rectified a situation, put minds at ease, perhaps even helped save a life. It just didn't seem to be in his forte, no matter how hard he tried and no matter how much he wanted it to be true. So it went, this seemingly never ending dilemma of his. Yet, perhaps it would seem, that he did the most good when he was trying the least to prove himself.

Now, with all this in mind, it most certainly came as a big shock to him when Vladimir actually thanked him. I mean who does that?! Crazy people! He went a bit slack-jawed as he stared at the man as if he had just grown a second head. He would ignore for the moment that he kept being called by the name Talink that he no longer wanted to be associated with. He was just otherwise too engaged in his current state of astonishment to make some snide remark on it. "Uh, you're welcome?" he said as a bit more of a question rather than a statement. He blinked as the man straightened his top hat before rapidly departing, thus leaving Thalken behind in his current state of shock.

He finally glanced over at the other man, Constantin, who had come over with The Great Bazhooli. He ended up doing a doubletake, and his face paled slightly as he recognized the man from the night before. The Russian man had been the unfortunate victim of Thalken's vomit volcano. Oh crap, he thought, before paling even more at the irony of that thought. GAH! God dammit!! He quickly spun on his heels and marched off in the opposite direction.

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Fyror Kildragon

Good people are like candles;
They burn themselves up to give others light.

- Turkish Proverb

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Location: Manchester, England ⇢ En route to Preston
Skills: Country knowledge (England)

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Fyror was an ever intent listener as the Mademoiselle Fontaine spoke, telling him of how she ended up here in England. His gaze, which was visibly softer albeit a tad bit weary, took in her features. Despite the way her face seemed to light up when she talked about the topic at hand, there was something to the depths of her brown eyes that belied stress, and perhaps something else he couldn't quite pinpoint. His lips thinned slightly. Was his own anxiety rubbing off on her, causing her undue stress? That wasn't at all his intention. He just--well, he wasn't very good at turning off his emotions, or his heart, which often seemed to care to the point of breaking. But was that even possible, to care too much? Perhaps for his own sanity it was.

He blinked, slightly baffled when she said that she had come to England practically by herself. And yet, he also couldn't help but be reminded of a certain someone, a woman who preferred the clothes of men to the ways of women, who would have done something as "scandalous" as going somewhere without a chaperone. He mentally shook his head to prevent the melancholy from creeping in at the loss of Ms. Crane. No, he hadn't in fact known her as well as he would've liked, but nevertheless, as far as he was concerned, any life lost was a tradegy. He sort of came back to his senses when Colette inquired of what he was doing in England. "Well, uh, I sort of live here," Fyror stated the corner of his lips quirking up slightly in amusement. He cleared his throat and quickly retrained his expression to something more neutral. "My family has lived in Colchester Garrison since I was seven years of age. My father is a colonel in the British infantry, you see. We would spend most of the year at the garrison, only really coming into London for the social gatherings of the Season. I did however spend ten years training in Japan," Fyror continued on, as if the slip of humor had never even occurred.

As their carriage continued on its path to Preston, the roads became increasingly bumpy. He grabbed the edge of the seat with one hand and pressed the other up against the side of the carriage to steady himself. He shook his head lightly. This wouldn't end well if the carriage were to break down, stranding them miles from the nearest checkpoint and God forbid even further behind Lord Rutherford and Ms. Wyndham. He glanced out the window at the passing scenery before looking back over at Colette as she asked another question. He blinked at hearing her particular question of choice. He looked a little flustered as he looked away in a failed attempt to hide that before mentioned fact. The way she worded the question made it sound as if she was asking how they first met, yet he wasn't foolish enough to not realize that she was wondering about something more than that. She wanted to know what Millicent meant to him. Honestly though, he couldn't answer that question, as he didn't truly know himself. All he knew was that he couldn't just stand back and do nothing while she suffered.

Fyror hesitantly forced himself to look back at Colette. His one good eye was filled with uncertainty. "I...I honestly don't know how to properly answer that question other than that Ms. Wyndham and I spent a few fleeting moments together," he replied earnestly.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

Dessert is like a feel-good song
and the best ones make you dance.

- Chef Edward Lee

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Location: Ville au Camp - Near the Oak Tree (Refreshments Table)
Skills: N/A

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Alexandra let out a deep, contented sigh as she continued to eat through the more or less stockpile of sweets she had at her disposal. And by disposal I mean it will go straight down the hatch. Needless to say, she had finally found her happy place. Good food and good company could certainly do a woman good. She glanced back over at James and gave him an awkward smile, awkward in that her cheeks were practically full much like a chipmunk storing nuts. Yet if she thought she was in paradise now, it was about to get ten times better when a certain someone finally graced them with his presence again. For a moment she looked like a deer caught in headlights, or rather a chipmunk caught in headlights, as she stood there wide-eyed and full cheeked. However, once she finally swallowed her food, she pulled herself out of her momentary daze enough to return his infectious smile.

As Gilbert's smile turned into a grin, she couldn't help but grin too. Her brown eyes followed him as he crouched down and rifled through the bottom shelf of the cart that was piled with savory goodness. She leaned over slightly, curious as to what he was looking for. After a few moments, he finally stood back up and handed her and James--another dessert? What did he do, hide the really good stuff down there? Not cool man, not cool. She looked back up at him and arched a brow in an almost sassy manner. She opened her mouth and was about to make some kind of sarcastic jab when James's exclamation rang out. She jumped and turned wide-eyed to look at him. Her brows furrowed slightly when his words finally registered with her. "Vhat on God's earth is a Twinkie?" she inquired, but nevertheless appreciatively took the foreign dessert that was offered to her.

She rolled it over a few times in her hands before opening it up. The smell of it wafted to her nose and made her mouth water. She glanced back up and over at James at his next statement. She gave him a small smile and raised her twinkie to him like it was a glass of alochol. "Bottoms up then," she exlaimed before taking a big bite of the dessert. Her eyes immediately widened as the sweet taste of it filled her mouth. "Mmmmm mhm mhm mhmmmhmm," she moaned. She did a little jig as she polished it off in the next two bites. She then turned to face Gilbert, pointing at him. "Mark my vords hat man, I vill raid your stash of Twinkies," she declared.

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>TFW you write up the details for the emotional climax of your book. I think I just died a little on the inside...

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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- R.H. Sin

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Location: The Palace Lawn

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Lyra stared wide-eyed at the gruesome scene that unfolded before her. She wanted to look away, and yet she felt unable to do so, her gaze seemingly transfixed on Malekith as the man's own Darke Magyk slowly and painfully ate away at him. She realized that if Asha's Magyk had not deflected the blow that that would have been her fate, and that fact made it all the more surreal and all the more horrific. She bit her bottom lip to keep it from quivering. She considered herself a warrior, yes, but she couldn't proclaim to be overly familiar with death, particularly a death this violent and close to home. You could say that she had the skills and training in battle but not the experience. In many ways, she was still naïve.

Asha's gasp suddenly pulled her out of her stupor. She slowly looked back over at the wizard, taking the woman in just as the woman did the same with her. Seeing her alive and well made risking her life, and perhaps her sanity, worth while, but in the end, it still didn't make it any easier to process. She blinked a few times as if to wake herself up as Asha expressed her gratitude, and then the woman did something Lyra hadn't expected at all. Asha kissed her on the cheek. Lyra inhaled sharply as the woman's lips brushed her skin, and then it was over just as soon as it was done. She closed her eyes for a moment as she attempted to steady herself both physically and emotionally.

When her gaze finally opened, it landed back on Asha, before hesitantly drifting back to Malekith. Quite frankly, she would much rather stare at Asha for the rest of the day than deal with "warrior business" anymore today. But, of course, that was just an unrealistic fantasy. She let out a small sigh, feeling a little lighter than she had earlier. Was she still in shock? Hell yeah, but a kiss from a pretty woman certainly made things a little better. She eventually pulled her gaze away from the warlock's corpse to take in the others on the stage. She finally noted Cuyler's presence, having not noticed him before, seeing as she had been distracted by the illusionary dragon and Malekith's attempt to take Asha's life. Why exactly he was up here, she did not know. Surely, he didn't bear any better news than they had. She looked over at Rowland with a frown as the former ExtraOrdinary Wizard explained that someone had also tampered with Prince Myrus's mind. Great, what else could possibly go wrong? she thought. She probably ended up jinxing herself there.

Lyra looked back over at Cuyler as he began retelling the ExtraOrdinary Wizard Arya about the Myth of the Four. She caught his gaze as he glanced over at her, and she nodded her head with a small encouraging smile on her features. She stiffened as the environment suddenly changed around them and a howl pierced through the air. As Thia jumped onto stage, she was promptly followed by Lyra's "dog" Aurora. Lyra instinctively sidestepped to avoid getting plowed over by her clutz of a Night Transformer. Aurora ran past her, slid to a stop, and then doubled back to her side where she started barking furiously at the sky. "Hush," Lyra shushed her dog before looking at the source of the problem. Her eyes widened and her breath escaped her as they landed on the massive grey dragon with a relatively more diminutive individual on its back. Please be an illusion. Please be an illusion, she thought. However, she had a bad feeling that this one was very real. This is just great.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Thalken Talink

They don't know, where we've been
We got that concrete street skin

- "State of My Mind" by Shinedown

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Location: Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park)
Skills: None currently

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Thalken rubbed his head whilst keeping his head low to try to keep some of the sun out of his eyes. He suddenly stopped short in his tracks though when someone stepped in front of him. His gaze slowly came up, squinting slightly as he tried to get a proper look at who it was. It turned out that it was The Great Bazhooli. Great. He supposed with some inkling of gratitude that at least it wasn't that crazy German fellow. Ludwig, that was his name, right? Yeah. Whatever. Like it really matters. He grimaced as Vladimir's booming voice egged on his lingering migraine. Could he not like tone down the volume a bit? You know to like something lower than mute.

He snorted, rolling his eyes. Did he look alright? Doubtful. He chose to otherwise ignore the man's first line of questions. They were just pleasantries after all. Not to mention the fact that he highly doubted that the man truly cared how he had been treated. Thalken was essentially an intruder upon their home, so why would he? With the so-called pleasantries brushed aside, Vladimir soon cut to the chase, stating what he truly wanted of the former mercenary. Information, the man wanted information. Interesting. Thalken crossed his arms over his chest and arched a brow at Vlad in a silent invintiation to do continue on with the specifics. His brows furrowed slightly as the man's words washed over him.

The Russian man was referring to Gretna Green if he wasn't mistaken. Oh, he knew of the place. Unfortunately. It shouldn't surprise anyone that his father had done a dealing or two at the place. Any sketchy place would do just fine, after all. The thought occurred to him that if the marriage arrangement between him and the Lady Crypt was still on the table, his father would likely take full advantage of said place. Perhaps his father still would. All it would take was to kidnap Lady Crypt and whisk them away to Gretna Green, and then they would be set. Scotland had less regulations regarding marriage than England did. Less regulations meant less suspicion would fall on them. They could practically do whatever they wanted.

Thalken's eyes darkened at that notion, and he looked away, his jaw clenching. "Gretna Green," he finally bit out with seeming distaste. "It's just beyond the border. The marriage laws in Scotland aren't as strict. They're practically nonexistent, really. People go their to elope or to just forgo all the time-consuming protocols of England." He eventually met Vladimir's gaze again, but this time his expression was mostly blank.

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Fyror Kildragon

Let me die first, or I will die twice.

- Atticus

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Location: Manchester, England ⇢ En route to Preston
Skills: Country knowledge (England)

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Once Miss Fontaine was safely inside the carriage, Fyror followed in behind her. He took the seat across from her, his musket still laying there as it had been for most of the journey. He had a bad feeling that he would be needing it, whether that be for Soulless or for a certain person, he knew not. He nodded to the carriage driver as the man explained that it would be a two hour ride to Preston. He figured that much, but nevertheless, the fact still gnawed on him that by the time they even made it to the port Lord Rutherford and Ms. Wyndham would be several more leagues ahead of them.

As the door was shut behind them, he looked out the carriage window. It wasn't hard to tell by the harsh lines of his face and the general tension pervading his demeanor that he was stressed. He glanced back over at Colette at her comment about the carriage. "It's not mine. We switched ours out for this one several stops back," he replied a bit plainly. He then looked back out the window, letting an awkward silence fall between them. He ran a hand over his face. It was hard to tell exactly what Fyror was thinking in that moment. Whatever it was, it clearly weighed heavily on him. He eventually glanced back over at Colette. He let out a small sigh, realizing he was being rude by ignoring her. He turned to face her once more. "So, what brings you here to England?" he asked, attempting to strike up a conversation.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

I'm a big child at heart. I think it's
important to stay that way and
not lose the wonder of life.

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Location: Ville au Camp - Near the Oak Tree (Refreshments Table)
Skills: N/A

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As the sugary goodness melted in her mouth, Alexandra similarly melted back against the refreshments table. If all the food in Ville au Camp was this delicious, she would surely eat them out of house and home. If she knew herself and her propsenity to shove insanse amounts of food into her face hole well enough, she would surely end up in a food coma before the night was up. With that in mnid, it was probably good that she had a high metabolism, otherwise she would be rounder than a house by now. Not that she would really care if she was. Psh, like whatever.

When James's words hit her ears, her currently unfocused gaze swung over to look at James."Hmmm," she mumbled with her mouth still full of food. I know right, oh so ladylike. She blinked a few times to snap herself out of her daze before her dark brown eyes finally focused on the man before her. She swallowed her food before a warm smile came to her features. "No vorries, Mr. Grady," she replied, shrugging off his apology. It was really no big deal to her that he found himself momentarily distracted. After all, she could attest to getting distracted from time to time. Okay, a lot of times actually, but that was beside the point.

A look of genuine appreciation crossed her features as James began pilling up a plate full of the yummy sweets. Her eyes seemed to follow each piece as it made its journey from the table to her plate. She may have also been drooling, just touch though. She looked back up at him with a bright glitter to her eyes. "Thanks!" she exclaimed before glancing back down as he pointed out a specific piece. "Don't mind if I do." She gladly took the piece and popped it into her mouth. She soon let out a happy moan, even bouncing on her feet lightly. "Mmm, it is good!"

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Location: The Palace Lawn
Skills: Perception (Lyra), Darke Witch Magyk (Malekith)

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Lyra pulled her stormy gaze away from the warlock Malekith to look back at Asha as the powerfully entrancing wizard's whispered words hit her ears. Her blue-green eyes softened, though not to the point of completely erasing the startling intensity to them, as she met the woman's gaze. She returned Asha's smile with a soft smile of her own. That was until the woman's expression changed to something akin to shock, and perhaps awe? Her head whipped around to see what the object of her attention. To say she was shocked, and perhaps horrified, to see what she thought was a living, breathing dragon was an understatement to say the least. She sucked in a breath, but nevertheless, she got into a defensive stance, readying herself to take on the next intrusion upon this momentous occasion. How she expected to actually fight a dragon was beyond her. The wizards and witches would surely be more equipped for such a task, but regardless, she wasn't one to tuck tail and flee when there were people to protect. Her eyes were trained on the fearsome beast, and she was about to take a few bold steps forward when Asha's next words garnered her attention. Her head snapped back to the wizard. "Come again?" she uttered, blinking a few times in bewilderment. It was just an illusion? she thought as she looked back at the "dragon." Well, that's stupid. She rolled her eyes at the absurdity of the situation but otherwise lowered her sword.

Meanwhile, Malekith found the bickering amongst peers and adversaries quite amusing. Valda going against her more or less puppet master Jadis was the icing on the cake. If he was going to be executed, at least he would get a good show beforehand. His dark blue gaze looked amongst the mismatched group of people, choosing to ignore Jadis's retort. It's not like he cared what the Wendron Witch Mother had to say anyways. His gaze finally landed on Valda when the "queen" made her final verdict. The thought of being sent to the dungeons didn't scare him. After all, his room was pretty much a dungeon, so hey, it would practically be home like to him. His gaze next went to the Deputy Hunter of the Young Army when she was ordered to interrogate, and potentially torture, him. How ironic that the torturer would become the tortured. The corner of his lips quirked up slightly at Amarantha's words. A woman after my own heart no doubt. Such a shame we couldn't have met under different circumstances.

His head whipped around when he heard a deep roar from somewhere behind him. His smirk grew to a fullblown devilish smile when his gaze landed on the mirage of a dragon. Perfect. He turned to face forward again, his facial expression turning into one of concentration. While the "dragon" served as a sufficient distraction, he called upon his Darke Magyk to do his bidding. A dark orb formed into his hands as his gaze locked onto his target of choice: Asha the Magykal. Logically, if he wanted to escape he would have to take down the wizard in order to break the Call he was under. With a feral glint to his eyes, he threw the orb of Darke energy at the woman.

No longer worried about the dragon, Lyra focused her attention on something more important. And she certainly had impeccable timing. Out the corner her eye, she caught the dark orb forming in Malekith's hand to be then promptly thrown in the direction of Asha of all people. From there it seemed as if time had slowed down or perhaps stopped altogether. She didn't think. She just acted. "NOOO!" she screamed, jumping in front of the line of fire. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared down what felt like the face of death. The dark orb quickly encroached upon her, and it dawned on her just then, that this was it for her. She was going to die. But at least it meant Asha would live.

Unexpectedly, the dark orb suddenly changed directions. The force of Asha's powerful Magyk pushed the dark orb back the way it came, sending it hurling towards, well, Malekith. Malekith let out a grunt as his own Darke Magyk hit him square in the chest and sent him flying backwards to land roughly on his rearend.

Lyra blinked a few times as she tried process what had just happened. Her arms shook at her sides, making it difficult for her to even hold up her own sword. She was so sure she was about to die, so to say she was in shock was an understatement. She let out a ragged breath.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Thalken Talink

You haven't even seen my bad side yet.

- "Sinners" by Barns Courtney

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Location: Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park) - Outside the Stables
Skills: None currently

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With his arms full, Thalken could do little other then squint his eyes and avert his gaze to combat the intensity of the sun as he stepped outside of the stables. Damn. He grimaced as the intense light reignited the pounding in his head. Once his eyes adjusted to the brightness of his surroundings, he reluctantly looked up and through squinted eyes glanced around. The whole circus seemed to be in an uproar about something, bits and pieces of conversations coming to him but not really penetrating the haze he was in. Whatever. Wait-- It took him a moment to realize that they were actually packing up, and doing so like they were preparing to leave in a hurry. For some reason, that didn't exactly settle well with him. It was probably because it meant his fate would be decided sooner rather than later like he would prefer. He felt like crap. What did you expect? This is great, just great, he thought with increasing irritability.

He looked about for a minute or two or three before locating the people that the guards mentioned to give his clothes to. He wasn't going to just ask the guards for directions, obviously. Once he set his steely gaze on said people, he stalked over to them, unceremoniously dumped his crappy clothes, and then got the hell out of there before they could detect the rancid smell. He had some self-respect, okay? After that he wandered around aimlessly, glaring at any and all poor unfortunate souls who crossed his path. He was just not in a cordial mood if you couldn't tell. That is assuming he ever was cordial in the first place, but that was beside the point.

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Fyror Kildragon

Let me die first, or I will die twice.

- Atticus

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Location: Manchester, England
Skills: Country knowledge (England)

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Fyror's head tilted to the side slightly as his gaze seemed to continue to search Colette's. His brows rose a bit at her boldly spoken words, and the corner of his mouth twitched up. He liked her spirit, but at the end of the day, spirit wouldn't keep her out of harm's way. It could do quite the opposite actually if spiritedness led to cockiness. That's not to say that he believed Colette was necessarily being cocky or reckless, but it was more that he believed that it was a thin line easily crossed if she wasn't careful. He did get the distinct impression that she had undergone training at some point in time. Did that sway his skepticism or ease his overly protective nature? Not really. Nevertheless, she seemed dead set on this endeavor and would likely pursue it with or without him. He much preferred that she not go about this alone, so it seemed she had left him with little choice but to agree. His hands were tied basically. He supposed he could use the extra help anyways, what with Gerard bailing on him at the last minute.

"Alright, you can accompany me," he agreed, albeit reluctantly. He gestured for her to follow him back the way they had come to where his carriage was awaiting. As they walked along, they were met halfway by a man who informed him that the horses had been changed on his carriage and that it was fully stocked with provisions for two as requested. He expressed his appreciation before glancing back over at Colette. "The nearest port is in Preston, so I suggest we head there and acquire a ship if we wish to have any chance at catching up to Lord Rutherford and Ms. Wyndham," he explained to her. They made quick work of getting back to the carriage, and as the driver opened the door, Fyror curteously offered his arm to Colette in order to help her up into the carriage.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

I'm a big child at heart. I think it's
important to stay that way and
not lose the wonder of life.

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Location: Ville au Camp - Near the Oak Tree (Refreshments Table)
Skills: N/A

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"Ah, kids after my ovn heart," Alexandra sighed. She watched with a soft smile on her face as the children stuffed various sweets into their mouths with wild abandon. She had admittedly grown rather fond of them. In many ways, they reminded her of herself, their love of life, their energetic ways, their curiosity, their innocence...

Her smile faded some at that last notion. She wasn't as innocent as she used to be, and she knew it. The brutal murder of her parents and the strong presence of the ravenous Soulless back in her old timeline had ripped apart what innocence she had into a million pieces. She was left grasping at those pieces for even a semblance of her old self, but it was hard to put together a puzzle when so many pieces were lost. Maybe that was why Alexandra herself was the epitome of wild abandon, because she was broken and she knew it. So, basically she said "oh well" to being a normal human being and decided to embrace the brokenness and to give it new life and a new meaning.

She shook out her body in a metaphorical attempt to shake off the melancholy that was creeping up before raising her chin and striding over to the refreshments table. She gave James a sweet smile before looking down at the assortment of goodies. Her eyes widened slightly, and her mouth watered. There were so many options! How would she ever decide upon just one thing? Oh, she knew the solution to that question. Don't. What a great idea! She opted to try literally one of everything. She leaned back against the table and let out a moan of pleasure at the savory goodness. "Oh-this-is-so-go-od," she mumbled with her mouth full, glancing over at James. It would seem his attention was elsewhere though. Well, more for me then. She shrugged it off and continued to dig into the sugary food and drinks. Currently, food was her number one priority if you couldn't tell.