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🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

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Location: Ville au Camp - Oak Tree (Refreshments Table) ⇢ Room 208 (Bedroom)
Skills: Rusyn Language

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Alexandra absentmindedly drummed her fingers against the cellophane wrapping of the Twinkie that she held in her hands. Mind you, as it turns out, the beat she was drumming out to was the song "This is Me." It was a song she was meant to sing and perform to alongside her fellow Russian Imperial Circus folk. It was to be a performance to beat all performances with the sole purpose of Russia gaining a seat on the council. Unfortunately, Alexandra's untimely death meant she was unable to take part in what was meant to be a truly momentous event for her people. Nevertheless, it would seem that even now the song still struck a chord with her. Perhaps it was subconsciously a lifeline back to home. Perhaps.

She glanced around at the others, arching a brow at Faith and smiling softly at Gilbert. "Understood, old man," she replied, albeit a bit half-heartedly for her. At the moment, she was just sort of going through the motions so to speak. Her mind just kept going back to that odd feeling she had detected within herself, and her stubbornness made it practically impossible to just let the matter go. She looked sharply over at James, her eyes widening slightly at his exclamation. However, her attention was soon diverted again when she heard someone speaking to her. She looked back at Belladonna, blinking a few times as it sunk in that the woman was speaking a language that was familiar to her. It was the Rusyn language, a language she had been trained in back in her homeland. "Știi ce e în neregulă cu mine?" Alexandra asked inquisitively, though she ended up not waiting for the woman's reply at all. She was just too impatient to get answers. "Da, da, vă rog să mă urmați."

Alexandra placed the Twinkie back on the table and then gestured for the woman to follow her. She lead the woman back up the road to the Main House, her steps as quick as she dared with her still bare feet and all. She then lead the woman through the passageway and up a couple flights of stairs to the second floor where her room was. She pulled out the key from between her breasts and unlocked the door. And once she and Belladonna were inside, she quietly shut the door behind them. "Nov, vhat do you knov of my apparent predicament? That feeling that something is off vith me, it means something, da?" she inquired, turning to face the woman.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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- Madeline Bridges

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Location: The Palace Lawn

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Out of the corner of her eye, Lyra caught sight of the small puppy running across the lawn, followed promptly by its handler, but she didn't think much of it as her mind was preoccupied by other more important things. She glanced back at Arya and nodded her head at the ExtraOrdinary Wizard's words, before dutifully returning her attention to Lady Maehers and Lord Laine.

She flinched almost imperceptibly as Richard hissed at her, and her hand started to instinctively gravitate to the hilt of her sword before she quickly stopped its trajectory. She instead chose to lace her hands in front of her. Drawing a weapon would surely only make matters much, much worse, and at the moment, she had more than just her own safety to be concerned about. She was fully aware of the ExtraOrdinary Wizard and the ExtraOrdinary Wizard Apprentice flanking her as well as her Queen, Asha, Cuyler, Myrus, and a handful of others not far behind her. Not to mention there were still many civilians attempting to escape The Palace Lawn. No, enough blood had already been shed this day.

Lyra graciously bowed her head to Richard before her gaze drifted to Thalia in order to see her reaction. Yet, before the woman could reply Lyra heard her Queen speak up. She turned to face Valda for a moment, curtsying and averting her gaze respectfully to her. As her gaze slowly came back up though, shock registered on her face at Valda's proclamation, and her breath escaped her in a small gasp. She blinked rapidly as if to wake herself up, or perhaps it was to keep back the tears that threatened to fall. She glanced back at Thalia and Richard, biting her lip before looking back at her Queen. "I-I am honored beyond words, Your Grace. But can we please wait until after I reunite these parents with their child? Surely they have waited long enough?" she finally spoke up, once again putting others before herself. If the Queen agreed to her request, she would then lead Thalia and Richard to her chambers where she had the dragon egg safely tucked away.

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🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Thalken Talink

You haven't even seen my bad side yet.

- "My Name (Wearing Me Out)" by Shinedown

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

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Thalken didn't even bother to hold back a groan when he heard someone call him back yet again and call him by a name that wasn't his yet again. When he turned around to face Constantin head on, this time around he kept his composure, and by composure I mean he glared at the man. You know, the usual."Thalken. My name is Thalken," he retorted gruffly. "Now, what do you want?"

He crossed his arms over his chest as his dark eyes narrowed on the man. It was clear as day that Constantin didn't like him, and as far as Thalken was concerned, the feeling was mutual. Sure, he did vomit all over the man, but kicking him in the stomach hard to enough to catapult several feet away and to cause him to--yeah, he wasn't going to finish that thought. The memory was just too fresh and cringeworthy. Now, the point of the matter was that for his "suffering" Constantin owed him big time. Yes, he was quite possibly going to be that petty.

But for now, he supposed he would answer all of these stupid questions that he kept being bombarded with for some unknown reason. Green flag with a stag? He rolled his eyes at the question. "It's one of the flags for the city of Nottingham," he replied a bit tersely. "Now, what are all these stupid questions even about? Are you searching for someone?" Not that I really care, he thought but decided to leave that part out. Perhaps though the fact that he was even questioning any of it all, let alone obliging their requests, said deep down a small part of him did care. Nah, probably not.

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Fyror Kildragon

Integrity is doing the right thing
even when no one is watching.

- C.S. Lewis

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Location: Preston, England
Skills: Leadership

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Fyror's gaze softened further at Colette's response, and he managed to give her a small reassuring smile. "It's alright. No harm done. It was food for thought, really," he murmured in response, before glancing out the window at the passing scenery. At this time, they were finally nearing the port town of Preston.

He looked back over at Colette, his brows furrowing and a frown tugging down at his features. He shook his head. "A man shouldn't have to have a reason to treat a woman with respect," he replied. He, of course, earnestly and wholeheartedly believed in what he said, and he tried his upmost to live up to those standards. Granted, he also wasn't naïve enough to believe that every man thought the same way or tried to live in the same manner. Lord Rutherford was proof enough that that was not the case. A part of him wondered if Miss Fontaine had encountered such ungentlemanly men, and if she had, well, he honestly felt sorry on their behalves. At the end of the day, he was raised to treat women with respect, no matter what their social standing was.

Fyror looked back out the window as he felt the carriage come to a grinding halt. His lips thinned slightly at seeing how cram packed Preston was, and he silently prayed that it wouldn't cause them much delay. He looked back over at Colette, nodding his head in agreement. He was about to get up to open the door for her and help her out of the carriage, but the woman was already two steps ahead of him. He looked down in an attempt to hide the small, amused smile that came to his features. He had to admit that he admired an independent woman. Perhaps that was why he had felt a fondness for Ms. Wyndham in the first place. She had seemed so strong-willed and independent, at least perhaps until now. What had Lord Rutherford done to her to cause her to lose her fire?

The smile quickly slipped from Fyror's features as he exited the carriage, and it was replaced by the sternness of a man on a mission. And that he was, a man on a mission. His perceptive gaze took everything in with a quick sweeping glance before looking back at Colette. He nodded his head and then gestured for her to follow him. "Come along, Miss Fontaine. Let's make haste for the harbor. The sooner we can acquire a ship, the sooner we can hope to catch up to Lord Rutherford and Miss Wyndham," he exclaimed. He then began to weave through the crowds, He eventually decided to offer Colette his arm for fear of losing her in the hustle and bustle of the port.

Current Mood in One Gif

>Me trying to run from the onslaught of new characters ideas that I don't have enough time to RP

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

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

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"Bring it," Alexandra replied sassily to Faith's comment with a slight overdramatic wag of her head. Her earlier grin turned into more of a smirk, and yet there was still a lighthearted glint to her dark brown eyes that distinguished her exclamation as sarcasm rather than an actual invitation for a brawl. She took on a more laidback stance from there, rocking back on her heels with one arm rested on her hip and the other relaxed by her side. Her gaze slowly took in the others gathered around her with an expression that seemed one part inquisitive and one part bored.

She turned her attention back to Gilbert as he spoke up. Her head tilted a bit to the side, and her brows furrowed at his initial words. As she soon realized that he was in fact admonishing them, albeit in a quite eloquently spoken format, her brows shot up. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand as the corners of her lips began to pull up into an amused grin. She trained her expression into something that at the least made it seem like she was taking him seriously. Once she managed to retain a straight face, she let her hand fall back down to her side. She nodded her head in seeming understanding and took the packaged Twinkie from him. Her gaze then came up to meet Gilbert's. "Vov, for a minute there I actually thought you vere going to burst into song," she stated as seriously as she could manage, before her façade finally cracked altogether and she began chuckling. "Ve veren't being serious. It's called sarcasm, Gilbert. You vould think a man as old as you vould have heard of it." She punctuated her sarcastic jab with a playful wink.

Alexandra turned around to face the refreshments table again, smiling softly at Bart and the newcomer Belladonna as she did so. However, as she looked down at the Twinkie nestled in her hands and the other desserts laid out before her, her smile faded and a slight tension came to her brows. She couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what it was, but the realization, this nagging sensation if you will, that something just felt off with her hit her all of a sudden. Whatever it was, it didn't really make her feel like eating anymore. She let out a sigh and turned to face the crowd again as she fiddled with the Twinkie in her hands.

Current Mood in One Gif

>TMW your goats try to convince you or someone else that they haven't already eaten or that they're absolutely "starving"

>My neighbor's reaction:

*gives the poor "starving" goats more food*

>My reaction:

In other words, I don't listen to tyrants. *mic drop*

Darke Magyk - Concluded

@Morose My CS is edited now. Thanks! :D

Darke Magyk - Concluded

@Morose Okay, I edited in what I needed to. I chose the Land of Long Nights for Lyra's culture and then the Warrior path with specifically the Knight/Dame role.

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