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Darke Magyk - Concluded

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- Polish Proverb

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Location: The Infirmary

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Lyra's blue-green gaze was laced with genuine concern as it flitted from the Physik woman Skaoi back to Prince Tristan. Her brows drew together slightly as he started to look really sick all of a sudden. Despite her desire to aid him, her better judgment had her loosening her grip on him, as he looked like he was about to puke. And, well, she didn't particularly want to have to pick chunks out of her hair, as selfish as that sounded given the circumstances.

Tristan lurched back, pulling away from Lyra, before pivoting around and wildly looking about for some place to vomit. As much as he would have preferred to expel the contents of his stomach in private, the body does what the body does. A flood of projectile vomit spewed out of his mouth, and unfortunately, he had horrible timing and impeccable aim. The questionable substance hit poor Princess Luna unawares as she was exiting the infirmary.

Lyra's lips thinned at the sight, and she averted her gaze as a look of disgust crosses her features unbidden. As for the princess, dresses could be washed, but that image not so much. Her gaze suddenly snapped back at hearing the words that left Luna's lips, but it wasn't just that. The tone of her had seemingly changed altogether. It was concerning to say the least. A breath escaped her as her gaze quickly flitted back over to the prince.

Tristan bent over, clutching his stomach and gagging as his throat burned. He let out a pitiful moment as he felt like complete and utter crap right then. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to get his bearings again. After a moment or two, he slowly straightened again as he opened his eyes, his gaze landing on Luna in the midst of the aftermath. He gave her a onceover, taking in his handiwork. His face paled at seeing what he had done, while at the same time, his nose wrinkled in disgust. He was about to open his mouth in order to apologize (I promise) when Luna's words in response gave him pause. "Come again?" he retorted as he stared at her. Had he heard her correct? He believed he had. "No no, I'm just dying over here, but why don't you worry about your stupid dress," he bit out, his voice hoarse.

Lyra closed her eyes with a sigh, shaking her head at the prince's immature response. Yes, it had been rude of Luna, but it certainly didn't elicit his similarly rude remark. Then again, the princess sort of had an excuse in that she wasn't herself right then, if the change in the tone of her voice was any indication. However, that little tidbit seemed to be lost on the prince as his pride and irritability got the better of him. "Come on why don't we--LUNA!!" she began before she let out a sharp rebuke. She was absolutely horrified at what the princess said next and even more so by her seeming lack of compassion as she said it. She was certain that something was terribly wrong with her, but now was neither the time nor the place to figure it out. Instead she rushed to the prince's side.

Tristan's mouth fell agape, his eyes widening. While Luna's previous words had been like a slap to the face, this was like a kick to the gut. He unsteadily spun around on his heels and stumbled in the direction of Fyror's unmoving form. "No no no, he can't be!" he cried out. However, he soon found himself being dragged away into the infirmary by the Physik woman and with Lyra close on their heels. He fought weakly against the woman as he started to hyperventilate again, and tears streamed down his face as he was shoved down into a bent over position. He finally relinquished, giving a small, nearly imperceptible nod of his head at Skaoi's words.

Lyra's lips thinned, and the corners of her lips pulled down into a frown as she followed after them. She bit her lip as she watched from the sidelines. That was at least until she was given a command. She released her lip and nodded her head, before quickly grabbing a basin as requested. After all, she was glad to do anything she could to help. She moved swiftly across the room, placing the basin between Tristan's feet before stepping aside to let the healer do her work. She watched as the prince took a few sips of the tea, before her gaze gravitated back to Skaoi as the woman addressed her. "Of course," she replied, nodding her head in understanding. "Is there anything else I can do to help? If not, I will go inform the Queen immediately."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Fyror Kildragon

There is no better test of a man's integrity
than his behavior when he is wrong.

- Marvin Williams

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Location: La Canela Ship (F15)
Skills: Climbing

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Out of the corner of his eye, Fyror caught Hazel giving him a once over. He stiffened imperceptibly out of habitual self-consciousness. He knew in all fairness she was probably just assessing his physical fitness to climb up the netted ladder, but nevertheless, it didn't stop that innate reaction. Over the years, he had had his fair share of people leering at him as if he was a monster in the flesh due to his marred appearance. That or they would simply refuse to make any kind of eye contact with him. He was undecided as to which stung more, being treated as if you are less than human or people acting like you don't even exist. One would think that over time he would have grown accustomed to it, but he never had and probably never would. It just wasn't in his nature to not care what others thought of him.

He felt some relief when she relinquished her scrutinizing gaze. His gaze eventually gravitated back over to her, watching as she climbed up the netting and into the crow's nest with practiced ease. "Right," he murmured, nodding his head at her words to hurry up. His gaze flitted over the length of the netted ladder before finding a good handhold and foothold to make his ascent up the mast. He made relatively quick and easy work for the first several lengths, and he was about halfway up when he must have made some kind of err. He felt his heart skip a beat as his foot slipped and he tumbled down, before by some miracle his foot caught in the rope preventing him from falling to his death. He gritted his teeth as he struggles to right himself, feeling a bit like a spider trapped in its own web until he can find purchase again. Eventually he's able to recover from that near heart attack and make it up to the crow's nest. He finally grabbed ahold of the railing and attempted to get his foot over it repeatedly. He let out a disgruntled sound. It just wasn't happening, leaving him stuck between the rope and the railing.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

Shake it off little girl, dry your tears,
suck it up, and face your fears.

- Sai Marie Johnson

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Location: Ville au Camp (Main House) - Room 206 (Alicia's Bedroom) ⇢ Room 102 (Library/Study)
Skills: N/A

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Alexandra blinked in surprise when Bart agreed with her so quickly. She honestly had expected him to put up a bit more of a fight. It was likely what she would have done if they had they been in opposite situations right now. She could be stubborn like that. Once the initial shock wore off though, she was flooded with a sense of relief. After all, the last thing she wanted to do was send another Paradox to their doom. Yes, it was his choice to follow along with her ill thought out suggestion, but it was just that, her suggestion. She didn't know if she could live with that kind of guilt.

"Thank you," she replied, giving him a small smile at his agreement, however dully he had said it, to drop the "investigation". She stepped aside to allow him to come back out of the room. She nodded her head in solemn agreement to his following sentiments. She brightened up again when he invited her to the library. "I would like that, very much," she murmured as she watched him go on ahead of her. She glanced back at the door to Alicia's door, before letting out a small sigh and following after Bart. Maybe it was to make up for her off morning, or maybe it was from the fear of pulling a David Lo Pan and going 'POOF'. But, whatever the case, she just knew that the last thing she wanted be right then was alone.

She glanced around the study/library as she entered in behind Bart. Her hand slipped back into her pocket. She pulled the sealed envelope back out, turning it over a few times in her hand, before she looked over at Bart. "Have you read yours?" she asked, waving the envelope in the air. "I'm honestly scared to read mine. I knov it's not going to be anything good.

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Madam Mauve

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Location: Shadowell Manor - Breakfast Room
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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Mauve casually leaned against the table, her head tilting to look over at Prima Rave as the woman asked a question of them. Her dark blue eyes then flitted downwards to look at Captain Moss at his reply. "Indeed," she murmured, seemingly agreeing with his sentiment. Her gaze gravitated over to the newcomers as the two interjected into their conversation. Well, the taller one, Debutante Blush she had introduced herself as, did. The smaller one, Miss Crème, almost appeared as if she was hiding. Mauve noticed that the two seemed rather acquainted with one another. Perhaps they already knew each other? Or perhaps they had just hit it off really quickly? She supposed it didn't necessarily matter.

She pushed away from the table, starting towards the two. She paused for a moment to glance back over her shoulder at the Captain and Prima. "I will happily join you two shortly," she called back to the two she had been previously talking too. With a small smile concealed by her mask, she then came up alongside Miss Creme as Debutante Blush made herself at home with the food. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintances," she said kindly, giving a slight bow of her head in greeting. Her gaze then gravitated over and down to Miss Crème. "Are you alright, Miss? You seem rather uneasy," she asked.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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- Polish Proverb

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Location: The Queen's Room (Lyra) ⇢ Outside the Infirmary (Tristan)

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Lyra's lips were held in a tight line as she listened to Valda share her similar concern's about Prince Myrus's well being. She nodded her head in solemn agreement. "I agree, though--Please don't take this the wrong way, but I am afraid that he won't be completely upfront with us, even if we did ask him. Correct me if I'm wrong, but he seems like the type to keep something to himself so as to not upset those around him. Though admirable in its intent, it will be his downfall. If he won't take care of his mental health, we must take the initiative before he hurts himself, even if it means he hates us for it," she explained frankly, as she followed in behind the Queen. She knew her words were a tough pill to swallow, but she felt that they had to be said, sooner rather later. The reason being was that she was afraid that this ordeal with Myrus would get worse before it got any better. In her mind, sugarcoating things would only prolong the inevitable, so she figured that now was a good enough time as any to nip it in the bud.

Stepping outside the Queen's Room, she looked back at Valda, before biting her lip and glancing around the hallway. She hoped though that she hadn't crossed a line. Movement caught her eye just then. She released her lower lip from between her teeth as she watched a rat scurrying down the hall. Retracing the direction it had come from, her pale brows drew together slightly when she realized that it was leaving the southern passageway that lead to the attic. It struck her as odd for a messenger rat to have come from there, but before she could think much on the matter, the sounds of distraught screams echoed down the hallway. Her face paled as she recognized the voice. "Tristan," she gasped. She suddenly took off at a sprint, her sword rattling at her side and her footfalls heavy. "Come along, Your Highness. We must make haste!" she called back to Valda as she followed the sounds of the voices.

Meanwhile, Tristan recoiled when the Physik woman slapped his hand a way. Normally, he would have taken offense by her actions, but he was a little too busy freaking out at the moment. He could hear commands being thrown at him, but the words themselves didn't click in his brain. Instead he started to walk over towards Fyror, then turned to go to Amarantha, and then back again as he ran his fingers through his hair. His panic-stricken gaze flitted around wildly, and he could feel his heart pounding furiously inside his chest. Amarantha, Fyror, Luna, Skaoi, again and again his eyes and his feet and his mind went. His frantic movements slowed though as his breaths, which had been coming in and out sharply before, started to become more laborious. He started to mentally freak out more just then. He suddenly came to a halt, bending over slightly to clutch his chest with a grimace as he felt it constrict painfully.

His gaze came up sharply as he heard heavy footfalls enter the hall. "Oh my gods," Lyra gasped as her wide-eyed gaze took in the scene. It was like she had just walked into a massacre in the making, which one could say in a way it was. Her gaze finally landed on Tristan, locking eyes with him. She could see the desperation and fear in his eyes, and it tugged at her heart strings. He stumbled forwards, clutching his chest with one hand and reaching out for her with the other. She quickly breached the gap between them and grabbed his arms to steady him on his feet. "Easy now," she murmured, as her concerned gaze quickly took in his less than ideal state. She could hear his ragged breaths and see the way he was clutching his chest. Her gaze whipped to look over towards the Physik woman. "Skaoi! The prince's having trouble breathing and has chest pains it seems. What shall I do?" she inquired abruptly.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Fyror Kildragon

There is no better test of a man's integrity
than his behavior when he is wrong.

- Marvin Williams

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Location: La Canela Ship (W18 ⇢ F15)
Skills: N/A

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Fyror's lips thinned, and his face fell slightly at Marco's response. It was disappointing, but he supposed it wasn't at all surprising. He let out a small sigh, glancing downwards to stare at the ground for a moment, before meeting the man's gaze head-on once more. "Fair enough," he replied simply. He didn't really know what else to say on the matter. Besides, it was clear that words wouldn't fix this. No, he would have to make up for his error some other way. He would have to prove his sincerity by making a visible change in his attitude, and only through his actions and deeds could this possibly be resolved.

He watched a bit dejectedly as Marco walked off after the girl. Hazel was her name apparently. His gaze gravitated back out at the open sea. He didn't know what laid ahead for him, for Colette, for Millicent, or for England for that matter. The big unknown didn't settle well with him, but of course, there was nothing he could do about that other than just be prepared, for anything. His gaze turned sharply as the girl, Hazel, told him to follow her. He nodded his head and obediently fell in beside her. He glanced up at the tall mast and rope netting attached to it before looking back over at her. His gaze flitted down to the rope she quickly unknotted and reknotted, considering inquiring about it but ultimately deciding against it.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Alexandra Andonova

Shake it off little girl, dry your tears,
suck it up, and face your fears.

- Sai Marie Johnson

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Location: Ville au Camp (Main House) - Room 102 (Library/Study) ⇢ Room 206 (Alicia's Bedroom)
Skills: N/A

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Alexandra glanced back over her shoulder, a small smile coming to her features when Bart indicated that he would accompany her. She was glad to have his company, even if it was under dire circumstances. She held back at the doorway of the study, allowing him to catch up and lead the way. She followed in behind him at a more leisurely pace. Despite the seeming severity of the situation, of Alicia's unexpected disappearance, she wasn't really in any rush. The clues weren't going anywhere, surely. She slipped a hand into her pocket and fingered the edge of the unopened enevlope as she followed Bart out into the hallyway to make a beeline for the stairs.

Her mind went back to one of the last things Alicia had said, and perhaps ever would say. They were just kids in comparison to the Emendators, the real adults here. They were only 15 months old in comparison to the hundreds of years of experience the Emendators had under their belts. She frowned as she made her way up the stairs in behind Bart. Who were they kidding? They were in over their heads here. They knew like 0.1% of what there was to know about the multiverse. That much was made clear time and time again, but did they ever learn? Not until it was biting them in the butt. Alexandra should know that better than anyone.

"This is vrong," she said to herself, shaking her head. They had already made it to the second floor and were approaching Room 206, where it likely all went down, when she second guessed the decision she had made. "Wait, Bart!" she exclaimed, as he opened the door to the room. "Ve have no clue vhat we are getting ourselves into. I vas wrong! Ve can't do this ourselves. Ve need to let the Emendators handle this. That's what Alicia--and Eve, vould vant afterall. Come on, let's go before ve open up a whole can of vorms ve can't put back."

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Madam Mauve

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Location: Shadowell Manor - Breakfast Room
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 3
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The smirk that had been on her features only a second ago soon faded as she stopped before the window and gazed out at the courtyard. She tilted her head a bit to the side as if lost in thought. A glint of something danced in her dark blue eyes as she fingered the edges of her sleek black hair. She eventually let out a small scoff, her eyes darkening with displeasure. Her hand soon fell back to her side as she heard a nervous greeting off to her side, and she straightened before somewhat casually looking over at the woman. She gave the woman a quick onceover, taking in her nervous demeanor and her interesting choice of attire in particular. She pivoted slightly on her heels to fully face the woman before speaking, "Madam Mauve. How do you do?"

Her head turned to follow the sound of an unknown man's voice. Her gaze similarly took in the man, who had introduced himself as Captain Moss. She gave him a onceover like as she had done to the woman, though perhaps her gaze lingered a bit more with the man. She glanced back over at Prima Rave as the woman spoke up again. The woman's comment, though not necessarily meant to be intentionally funny, nevertheless elicited a chuckle from Mauve. "Now that's one way to put it," she remarked amusedly, before looking back over at Captain Moss. She let out a small sigh as the man inquired about their thoughts on this event. She gave a slight shrug of her shoulders before leisurely strolling around the room, running her fingers lightly over the table and the walls. She glanced back over at the door she had entered in as some newcomers joined them in the room, but her attention otherwise went back to the Captain. "What is there really to say? We were screwed over," she stated with surprising bluntness. She eventually halted her little tour of the room to stop beside the man. Looking down at him, she added, "Whatever the case, I intend to make the most of it."

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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- Polish Proverb

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Location: Third Corridor off the Long Walk ⇢ Outside the Infirmary

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Tristan smiled softly once again when Luna said that the Physiks should be willing to give him some information on the Sicknesse. "Glad to hear it," he replied gratefully. What exactly he would do with said information, he himself didn't quite know just yet. But he figured an informed prince would make for a better leader. So, he would look into this lethal illness that was ravaging Magyk users. He stopped short in his strides, coming up alongside Luna's side, when her guard Amarantha made her presence known. He had thought that maybe he would get some alone time (well, relatively alone, what with Fyror and all) with Luna for once. It was wishful thinking apparently though. Luna's dark shadow was here to stay it would seem. Great. Well, it was fun while it lasted.

He gave the woman a slight respectful bow in return, averting his gaze for a moment. When his gaze came back up, he caught Amarantha's pointed look. His lips thinned, but he quickly returned his attention to Luna, trying not to show how on edge he suddenly felt right then. How did people ever expect him to be genuinely himself around the Crown Princess if they couldn't give him some frickin' breathing room every once and awhile?! His jaw tightened in frustration as followed after Luna again. However, it was quickly dissipated as he heard the loudest, smelliest, most obnoxious fart in the history of farts sound off like a bomb in deadpan silence. He suddenly came to a screeching halt again, his blue eyes widening. At first, he didn't even realize it was him, or maybe he was just in serious denial. Whatever the case, he went so far as to look around as if to figure out what idiot let one rip at such an inopportune moment as this. However, Tristan's face soon paled before turning a flaming red when it fully dawned on him that the idiot was in fact him. Crap. Crap. Crap. CRAAAAAPPPP!!!! he mentally screamed, staring up at the ceiling as he didn't have it in him to face the princess. After all, she probably heard it. Hell, the whole Castle probably did. Oh Odin, strike me down now and spare me any further embarrassment!

Behind him, Fyror was trying, for the sake of propriety, his darndest not to break out into hysterical laughter at the whole debacle. Despite his best efforts though, a muffled croak of laughter unfortunately managed to slip through his façade. Even more unfortunate was the fact that Tristan had heard it. The prince spun on his heels, leveling his friend with a piercing glare. I swear if I hear so much as one more peep out of you, you're job won't be the only thing you'll be losing, he thought angrily, the warning clear in the intensity of his gaze. A grimace suddenly crossed Fyror's features, and for a moment, Tristan felt a sense of satisfaction that he had gotten the warning across to the man. That was at least until a strangled sound left his friend's lips, and clutching his chest, Fyror collapsed onto the ground.

For a minute, Tristan just stood there flabbergasted. His eyes were practically bugging out of his face, and his breaths came in and out sharply as his mind desperately tried to process what he had just witnessed. When everything finally clicked into place, he sprinted forward, faster than he had ever run before, as his heart was in his throat. "FYROR!!!" he shouted, rushing to his fallen friend's side. Liquid pooled around Fyror, apparently having relieved himself in the process. Had this been in any other circumstance, he probably would have made fun of Fyror for peeing his pants, but this was far from the ideal time. "Fyror! Fyror! No no no, stay with me," he exclaimed, raw desperation in his voice. When he wasn't getting any kind of response, he finally looked up at Luna with a look of utter helplessness and desperation in his eyes. His gaze flitted over to Amarantha, and horrified, he saw the woman similarly collapse to the ground, ranting about being-- "Poisoned," he gasped. He leapt to his feet and practically tackled Skaoi as the Physik woman exited the infirmary. "Help them! You need to help them please! I think they've both been poisoned!" he cried out to the woman, glancing back over at Fyror and then Amarantha as she spoke one last word. "With Belladonna possibly."

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Location: The Queen's Room

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"Sorry, habit," Lyra commented, before returning Valda's smile. She nodded her thanks and entered the Queen's room, glancing around before turning to face Valda as the woman shut the door behind them. She shook her head when Valda asked about her siblings' whereabouts. "I'm afraid I do not. Though I would assume that Princess Luna is out with Prince Tristan about now. As for Prince Myrus..." she replied, her voice trailing and her smile soon fading as she thought about the young prince. "I'm worried about him. As I know you are."

Her lips were drawn in a tight line as she thought about the prince's quick mental decline over the last several months. Ever since his mind had been messed with by a witch and he had developed these powerful new abilities, he had become a shell of his former self. It hurt her, truly, to see him in such pain, and even more so knowing that there wasn't much she could do for him other than just being there for him. In the end, she was afraid that that wouldn't be enough though, to protect him, most importantly from himself. She nodded her head with sudden affirmation. "Yes, let's find them. The appointment isn't for a few more hours, so we have plenty of time," she exclaimed.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Fyror Kildragon

There is no better test of a man's integrity
than his behavior when he is wrong.

- Marvin Williams

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Location: La Canela Ship (Main Deck) - Sailing Northward
Skills: N/A

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Now that he had his head on straight and matters of the heart were satiated for the time being, Fyror felt there was something else he had to do. Lacing his hands behind his back, he remained silent, politely allowing Marco and the unknown girl to finish their conversation. What exactly the two were saying was lost on him, as they were speaking in a language that was entirely foreign to him. He looked down at the ground for a moment, before lifting his gaze up to stare out at the open ocean. There was a certain weight, or perhaps weariness, to his expression, but apart from that, it was hard to decipher exactly what he was thinking or feeling.

He turned his gaze back to Marco when the man wrapped up his conversation and addressed him. Fyror glanced over at the girl as she walked off chuckling about something, before his attention quickly returned to the man before him. "I wish to apologize for my behavior. It was inappropriate and inconsiderate of me, particularly considering you saved my life," he stated with genuine remorse. It was evident to him that he had thrown wind to propriety and let emotions cloud his good judgment, and in the end, he had acted shamefully. No excuse in the book would justify his screw up. He was willing to man up, admit his mistake, and more importantly learn from it.