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Alexandra Andonova

Man is not chastised for making mistakes,
but for failing to recognize and rectify them.
- Kolbrin Bible



Location: Ville au Camp (Main House) - Room 102 (Library/Study) β‡’ Room 103 (Dining)
Skills: N/A


Alexandra fingered the edge of the unopened envelope as she glanced around the room at the others. She wasn't able to gather much information about whatever was going on with Eve, but what with the way the Emendators were speaking in a foreign language, she figured that that was probably the point. Though she understood the frustration of some of the other Paradoxes with essentially being left in the dark, she also knew pressing the Emendators on the matter was a futile, if not dangerous, affair. Her gaze gravitated back to Gilbert as he addressed the group as a whole, and she soon found herself nodding her head in understanding. However, she quickly looked down at her lap, feeling uncomfortable as the other Emendators were less gracious with their words. Nancy's words in particular made her shrink within herself.

She slid down slightly into the chair, pulling her knees up to her chest as if to make herself look smaller and less offensive to the Emendator. She hated that she had been reduced to this sniveling pile of utter weakness, but it just couldn't be helped. She had much healing left to do. She tried to even out her breathing and by default calm the spike in her heartrate. She glanced up timidly as if to see if the coast was clear. She looked around the room warily before letting out a small sigh of relief when it appeared that The Cards had left. She reluctantly pulled her knees away from her chest as she surveyed the room again. It appeared that some of them were already disbanding, so she took this as the opportune moment to get the hell out of there. She grasped the envelope in her hand and popped to her feet, before a bit hastily slinking her way out of the room into the adjacent dining room.




@Morose Okay, hopefully I made all the necessary changes. If not, I will fix whatever it is when I get back from work in a few hours.

@Morose May I finally present to you Crown Prince Tristan Deguire Alvissen ready for approval. :3

Madam Mauve
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Location: Shadowell Manor (Outside Front) β‡’ Grand Vestibule (B8)
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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As the help's words of welcome hung in the air, Mauve found herself looking back over her shoulder at the latest arrival, the woman in the ornate skull mask. However, as her dark blue eyes took in the sight of the woman and her new companion of choice, she quickly found that Chanteuse Amaranthine was far less pleasing than she had once seemed. Her nose wrinkled a bit in distaste, and she barely held back a sound of contempt. The woman had actually allowed that abominable cripple to sketch her. Pathetic. She ripped her gaze away, suddenly feeling a desire to be nowhere near the woman. The woman was surely not worth her time.

Her gaze gravitated to the side as a certain someone suddenly decided to come crawling back to her. There seemed to be a calculative look to her eyes this time around. Underneath her mask though, the corner of her lips pulled upwards into a smirk. "Oh, I'm sure that's what you're concerned about," she stated teasingly. She gave a pointed look back over to the other man, Master Tack, whom she had been conversing with in Cobalt's absence. She then arched a brow as an amused glint came to her eyes. She was perhaps feeling a tad smug right then. Nevertheless, she took him up on the offer, taking his arm and letting him lead her inside when the time came.

And, as a matter of fact, the time to enter the Shadowell Manor had just dawned on them, and might she add, that it wasn't exactly awe-inspiring. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, but it wasn't from either the frigid air or the effects of being on the arm of a charming young man. No, there was that dark, ominous feeling again, that one that had lingered at the edge of her senses since she had stepped foot inside Shadowell Forest, let alone the Ambesire's Estate. She could no longer deny it nor could she find quite as much pleasure in it now that she was about to essentially enter into the belly of the beast. The butler's omnious words of warning and the sounds of guns being cocked only seemed to chill the air and the very blood witin her veins. Her lips thinned, and the calculative look returned to her dark eyes as she allowed Cobalt to lead her inside. All the while, she took everything in as if to commit every last detail to memory. As they came to a halt, she glanced back up at Cobalt from under her black lashes, before following his gaze over to the man who had "greeted" them.
>Words to live by...







- Unknown

Location: Servants' Quarters (Her Bedroom)


Lacing her hands in front of her, Lyra tried to remain as stoic as she could manage given the thoughts and emotions that stirred within her. Her blue-green gaze flitted between the two women, Asha the Magykal and the Deputy Hunter Amarantha. She got a sense that they both disagreed with her sentiments. Being the self-critical person that she was, she began to doubt herself and to question why she felt so strongly on the principle. She bit the inside of her lip as she thought on the matter.

She wasn't fond of killing in general, but she understood the purpose of it in certain contexts. She had no ethical dilemma in killing someone in defense of someone or something. She supposed in taking that train of thought and considering what Asha had said earlier, that Asha viewed murdering Puck as a means of defending the people, namely children, he could or would hurt in the future. Though she respected and admired the woman's desire to protect people, she could see the problems that such vigilante type actions could bring about. For instance, if everyone had a free pass to kill those whom they deemed as a threat, then everyone would end up turning on each other. As such, she felt that certain lines just shouldn't be crossed. In the end, she came to the conclusion that they would have to just agree to disagree. She just hoped it wouldn't sway their, well Asha's, opinion of her.

She blinked as she sort of came to in time to see Amarantha wink at her before excusing herself. Once the deputy hunter was out of hearing range, Lyra turned back to face Asha. "I don't trust that woman," she stated bluntly. She took a deep breath as she ran a hand over her face. The morning was already starting off splendidly. She let out a sigh, shaking her head lightly. "I need to attend to the queen," she stated apologetically to Asha. She quickly gathered her things before leading Asha out of her room and locking the door behind them. "I hope to see you again later?" she said, though it came out a bit more like a question. She gave the woman an almost shy smile, seeming a bit flustered, before she hurriedly excused herself in order to go find Queen Valda.


Fyror Kildragon

Integrity is doing the right thing
even when no one is watching.
- C.S. Lewis



Location: La Canela Ship (Below Deck) - Sailing Northward from Preston, England
Skills: N/A


The corners of Fyror's lips quirked upward in a small, halfhearted smile at the words of the man, whom he now knew as Marco. However, the smile soon faded as quickly as it had appeared. He seemed so serious in that moment, as he deftly replaced all of his belongings back onto his person. His belt with its sword and scabbard. His currently unusable pistol. His soaked wallet. And his other odds and ends. All the while he eyed Marco with his peripheral vision, particularly when he pulled out a dagger. Fortunately, he didn't really take the man as a threat. Marco had saved his life after all.

Once he was done replacing his things, he finally turned on his heels to face Marco. He leaned back against one of the wood supports as he crossed his arms over his chest. There was clear tension in his demeanor, like he was holding back something, and in a way, that was most certainly true. He had been holding back a flood of emotions, namely fear, for quite some time. But, it wasn't fear for himself. No, it was fear for Millicent's safety, and now Colette's too. As far as he was concerned, they had wasted enough time already. He needed to get back to business, his own health be damned. If Miss Fontaine needed more time to rest, that was her prerogative.

Fyror arched a bit of a brow as Marco began to question him. He then let out a small sigh before speaking. "We are on a mission to rescue a woman from someone who is destined to use her and then kill her. We took whatever ship we could find. We need to reach Port Annan as soon as possible. I fear we've wasted enough time already," he replied a bit curtly, starting to feel a bit agitated over everything.


Alexandra Andonova

Man is not chastised for making mistakes,
but for failing to recognize and rectify them.
- Kolbrin Bible



Location: Ville au Camp (Main House) - Room 208 (Bedroom) β‡’ Room 102 (Library/Study)
Skills: N/A


Alexandra rubbed her arms as she made her way through the main house towards the study. It was a nervous tic that she had developed. Though through her training with Gio she had regained some of her confidence and was more stable mentally, she wasn't completely healed and wouldn't be for some time. But, it was something more particular that brought forth a smothering amount of anxiety to the forefront just then. It was having to see a certain--She stopped dead in her tracks as she entered the study and her gaze landed on Nancy. She knew logically that the Emendator would be here, but nevertheless, that knowledge did little to sway the visceral reaction she had at seeing the woman again. She had mostly managed to avoid the woman over the last five months, but she knew that sooner or later she would have to face her again. However, she was right to think that no amount of time would be enough to make it any easier.

She felt her heart beating erratically, and her breaths came in and out sharply. She quickly ripped her gaze away from Nancy. Everyone else likely saw the Emendator as a carefree spirit as she sat there eating her caramel chews, but all Alexandra could see was the woman's face just before she shut the door in her face. It was a month of hell, locked away in that mental asylum under the effects of psychosis. She would never be able to forget what she had undergone, no matter how much she so desperately wanted to. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking in a deep exhale followed by a shaky exhale. She then silently found a vacant spot in the room, all the while with downcast eyes and a diminutive demeanor. She was still truly a shell of her former self.

She took a seat in one of the vacant spots, not directly acknowledging anyone's presence. She would take occasional glances around the room from under her dark lashes and her leg bounced slightly, but that was basically it as far as outward appearances go. Despite her nervousness, she did note the blatant absence of Evelina. Wasn't she usually the one who led these types of meetings? Curious. She didn't think too much of it apart from that. She figured that there was some suitable explanation. She finally made direct eye contact with someone, namely Alicia, as the elder paradox adjourned the meeting. The woman sort of fumbled through it all, but Alexandra supposed the woman wasn't used to doing this sort of thing. A week off? She wasn't so sure she liked the sound of that. It essentially meant a week alone to her thoughts. No, she needed to keep her mind busy. Her brows rose slightly as Alicia handed out some envelopes along with some grim words. The bouncing of her leg stopped as she gingerly took the envelope from Alicia, and her heart sank at the words written on it. Personal Reviews. That most certainly won't be good.

She sat there for awhile, just staring down at the unopened envelope. She was scared to open it and even more afraid to read what it had to say. She finally just slipped it under her thigh. She would read it at a later time when she was properly alone. She didn't want to break down in front of these people. Besides, this was just something she felt that she had to do alone, something she would need to meditate on. No more handholding. She had to learn to be strong on her own. As she pulled herself out of her ruminations, she caught the tail end of the Emendators and Elder Paradoxes' conversation, or at least what she understood of it. As a few of the other paradoxes spoke up, she finally understood what was going on. Eve was missing?
Madam Mauve
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Location: Shadowell Grounds: Seat O β‡’ Shadowell Manor: Outside Front
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Mauve's gaze slowly gravitated back the direction she had come from, wondering if a certain someone had chosen to join her. There was a glint in her eyes as she saw Cobalt choose instead to sit with, of all people, the woman reeking of tobacco and hacking her lungs out. Her head tilted a bit to the side as she watched the way he interacted with her. She barely held back a scoff and a roll of her eyes at hearing his exclamation of "concern." The sly devil, she thought amusedly. "Well, it's your loss then," she murmured. Her gaze shifted past him as a new, and very late, arrival appeared just beyond the already closed gates. She watched with interest at the exchange between the guards and the woman, only able to interpret what was going on via their body language since the roar of the engine drowned out their quiet conversation. To her surprise, the woman was allowed entrance. She didn't take the guards for suckers for a sob story, so the woman had to have a certain charm to her. My oh my, incredibly intriguing.

Her pupils dilated as the woman approached, and her gaze followed the woman even as she passed Mauve by. She shifted in her seat, leaning her body weight forward as if she was considering getting up, which she very much was indeed. Something about the woman, maybe the fact that she had presumably charmed her way passed the guards, intrigued her greatly. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but did it really matter to her? Hmmm, let me think. No. Movement, albeit slow and hobbling, caught her eye for a split second. She glanced over and watched with annoyance as that chair hogging bastard went right over to the woman. More than that, he looked like he was practically fangirling over her. Stalker much? she thought. She made to get up, planning on coming to the poor woman's rescue, when another man suddenly sat down next to her and started talking to her.

Mauve glanced over the man's shoulder but otherwise relaxed back into her seat as she let him share his piece. His words and mannerisms ended up piquing her interest enough for her to stay put for the time being. The other woman could wait, hopefully. The corner of her lips, which were obscured by her mask, twitched upwards. "It would seem you have a good eye, sir. It would be my pleasure to make your acquaintance. You may call me Madam Mauve," she replied smoothly. She grimaced as the contraption they were sitting on suddenly jerked backwards, and she bit back a nasty remark at the lack of warning that was given. After righting herself in her seat, she pulled her coat tighter around her as the wind picked up, the cold air biting at whatever exposed skin she had. She tried to say something to the man who had called himself Master Tack, but it became quickly apparent that the engine drowned out any such attempts to make conversation. So, she impatiently opted to do the only thing she really could at the moment, which was to take in her surroundings.

She glanced around with distaste at the guards and their mean looking dogs, before her gaze turned towards something much more intriguing, the Shadowell Manor. It was truly a sight to behold. A look of approval flitted through her eyes. "Oh bite me," she suddenly cursed as their ride came to a jolting halt. That is really starting to get annoying, she thought to herself, before recomposing herself. She slid off the bench seat and smoothed out the fabric of her dress. She glanced back over at Master Tack, giving him a onceover, before her gaze faced forwards and upwards slightly as they were addressed by a man.
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