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MorningStar1399
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MorningStar1399 or flowers-for-mars pretty much everywhere, either currently or formerly.
Polyvore was my main thing and where I got started with rp (outside of irl friends of course).
I don't do fandom rps unless there are reasons (and even then I'd prefer not to for many reasons).
Idk what else to say atm...
I'm a creative writing major. I act, sing, read, write, play instruments (viola, guitar, and piano), and draw.
I'm really dull...
Polyvore was my main thing and where I got started with rp (outside of irl friends of course).
I don't do fandom rps unless there are reasons (and even then I'd prefer not to for many reasons).
Idk what else to say atm...
I'm a creative writing major. I act, sing, read, write, play instruments (viola, guitar, and piano), and draw.
I'm really dull...
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@MorningStar1399 looks decent so far, though the Luxemi loyalists will side-eye you for having startlingly blue eyes (no need to change it). Unrest and threats to the prince are kinda cool.
I'm confused--why would they side eye me? Is that not a good thing? I mean, his eyes are really bright blue. I can change the wording so it references their proper shade of blue, but...I'm very confused and also very nervous that I did something wrong.
Hey! This is what I have so far; you mind taking a quick peek see if I'm in the right direction?
@MorningStar1399 Why am I not surprised to see you poking about over here. ^.^ Welcome aboard.
Because @ayzrules messaged me about it a day or two ago to drag me into it much like she did with PYKM? Lol
Count me in. :-)
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๐ ๐๐ป๐ธ๐น๐ฎ๐ป . ๐จ๐ธ๐พ๐ท๐ฐ . ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ . ๐๐ช๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ๐ผ . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)
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6 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
A L E X A N D E R
Alexander raised his brows at the start of the speech, and in the end found himself shaking his head slightly. God how it must positively kill you to be this direct, Rowena my dear, he thought. Unfortunately not everyone in this room is particularly skilled at word games, especially not if theyโve had a drink or two.
The matters at hand were truly unpleasant indeed. Automations, oh dear. Definitely not my area of expertise, though informationโฆhmm, that could be arranged, though Iโm sure your sources would be far better than mine.
As far as an alias went, however, Alexanderโs head went abuzz with possibilities. Perhaps a paisley cravat is too obvious, and a satin petticoat not obvious enough, he pondered. What about a ruby lion? Get my mane of hair confused with someone with red hair. No, not applicable to the theme. Alright, then a monocle, perhaps? A ruby one even? No, couldnโt possibly picture myself with one of those dreadful contraptions. I couldnโt bear to look like my father.
He frowned contemplatively. Well, what about brandywine? A brandywine handkerchief? Oh, no, what about aubergine instead? After all, a watch is far too obvious for me. Though perhaps aubergine is, tooโฆ
Before he could debate it any longer, Alexander stepped forward slightly. โMy lady, my captain, you have my support, my cane, and an aubergine handkerchief.โ He gave a smile, a slight jiggle of his head, then stepped back, resuming an air of hypocritical delighted indifference.
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๐ ๐๐ป๐ธ๐น๐ฎ๐ป . ๐จ๐ธ๐พ๐ท๐ฐ . ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ . ๐๐ช๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ๐ผ . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)
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6 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
E U D O R A
The more the captain spoke, the more Eudora questioned just how useful sheโd be able to be. She knew pray little of automations, and she wasnโt perhaps the best with such obviously illegal activities. She was just a healer, a mother, the wife of a minister, and a graduate of Madame Geraldineโs.
However, she dealt best of all in favors. Perhaps that was what she could contribute after all. If ever they needed something from someone she had leverage over, she could get it from them for this cause. It would be safer than letting someone perhaps kill them or worseโinterrogate them. Why bother with any of that when you can just ask politely and smile sweetly at them?
And an alias came to her almost right away. After all, she dealt best in favors. Favors and pastries. So what better thanโฆ
โA buttercream pearl,โ she said, voice light. โLike the small embellishments on cakes, yet also the color of some of the real pearls some of us are wearing tonight.โ Eudora smiled warmly, unable to remove that maternal glow until she let the smile fall completely.
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๐ ๐๐ป๐ธ๐น๐ฎ๐ป . ๐จ๐ธ๐พ๐ท๐ฐ . ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ . ๐๐ช๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ๐ผ . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)
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6 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
V I N C E N T & A L E X A N D E R
Alexander raised his brows at Rowena, following her former gaze toโฆah. โOf course, my dear,โ he said, giving her a smile and kissing her hand. โI will see you soon.โ
He watched her walk away before making his way over to the corner in which Vincent seemed to be hiding himself in. โDr. Halverson,โ he said. โSkulking in corners, are we?โ Alexander turned, facing the rest of the room. โItโs not a bad corner, actually.โ He gave him a sideways glance, a smirk playing across his lips. โLeave it to you to find the best hiding place.โ A wink.
The blond was careful about keeping his gaze more toward the gathered room, not wanting to ruin Vincentโs hiding just because Alexander himself was easily spotted. โI trust you are in good health?โ He laughed lightly.
Vincent had spent the requisite amount of time greeting the captain (who was exceedingly polite, he found, if a bit on the quiet side) and taking stock of the other persons gathered in the library. Aside from Alexander and Lady Imperia-Airwright, there were very few people whom he recognized. Most, however, seemed to be at least a few years younger than he was.
The altercation with a young lady in an elegant blue gown and an utterly inoffensive door frame had not gone unnoticed by Vincent, though he observed that the captain had been otherwise occupied when it occurred. Is our grumpy young lady a member of the Legionnaire Guild? Vincent wondered to himself, idly.
Vincent was still unsure of why Captain Kingsford, and by extension, Lady Imperia-Airwright, had decided to have him directly involved. He was no evil mastermind, nor was he really a geniusโ and he would have thought that Rowena would have known that he would heal anyone she put in front of him, no questions asked.
Perhaps they wish for me to disclose of anything I would have learned while with Archibald Sullivan, he mused to himself. Though Lady Imperia-Airwright is engaged to his father. Would she not have known what his son was doing by now?
In any case, Vincent supposed that dwelling on this matter for too long would not make it any less bewildering. He watched Alexander and Rowena re-enter the library together; Lady Imperia-Airwright glided off in the direction of Captain Kingsford, while Alexander made his way towards Vincent, who was off to the side, in a corner.
A slight smile flitted across his features as Alexander approached. โPerhaps,โ he answered bemusedly, โthough skulking is much tooโฆdramatic for my tastes. I prefer, hmm, loitering?โ
โI am indeed in good health, thank you. And you?โ
Alexander laughed lightly. โYes, perhaps you are right. Though I do believe โloiteringโ does not carry the same weight nor definition, for I know you are not merely standing here waiting, but observing those around you almost as carefully as I have.โ He raised his brows, a semblance of a smile still on his lips. โIs that not the case, geranium?โ
He sighed, shifting his hair idly. How long it had been since someone had played with it in even a platonic sense. He hadnโt reason as of late for anyone to style it, as his own fingers were capable of brushing it or putting it up in a simple updo if that was what he desired.
โBetter than I have been as of late, thank you, though you are well aware of that,โ Alexander replied. โThisโ โ he gestured to his cane โ โis again more decoration than actual necessity or use, and I hope it remains as such.โ
Vincent let a small half-smile form on his lips, his expression carefully neutral. He did not reply to Alexanderโs question.
โI am glad to hear it,โ he said instead, inclining his head slightly in acknowledgement of Alexanderโs statement.
Merely a decoration, is it? Hmm. If Iโm not mistaken, there is a blade concealed in the end. Although I imagine that Alexander would not be particularly keen on the idea of putting it to useโblood is horribly messy.
Some wistful part of him recalled Stephenโs penchant for cane swords. Though he was always more partial to actual swords, he reflected. And revolvers, and gadgets that could bring the entire Council to its knees, if heโd ever had half a mind to do so.
But such is the case with all graduates of the Institute, I suppose. Well. Most of them. Neither Alexander nor I are particularly inclined to weaponized machinery, Iโm afraid.
โIf I may ask, Alexander, what do you think Supreme Commander Osborne has summoned us all here for? Pardon my forwardness, but it is surely not for theโฆfood?โ
Alexander nodded slowly at the question. โThe question of the hour,โ he stated. โYou are not the first to ask. Do I really seem to know everything?โ
He paused. โDonโt answer that.โ Of course he did. He was Alexander Amidale. Anyone who knew him or knew of him from the Institute would know the rumors of his spy network. Of course he would seem to know everything.
Still, it was in the case of this that he did not in fact have an answer. He hadnโt bothered to pry, or at least hadnโt gotten the information in time to do anything with it or come to any conclusions. โIโm afraid I do not have adequate information, but, given those in attendanceโฆwell, it can only be somethingโฆindelicate that must be handled with delicate hands. Thus, graduates of both schools are best suited for such tasks. Though Lady Chandlerโs appearance here is a bit questionable. It seems more like theyโd go for her husband, but heโs too high profile for such an occupation. And yet his wife would seem to be, too, would she not?โ
Alexander frowned. โIโm afraid, dear doctor, that I have more questions than answers myself, and yet knowing Rowenaโs involvement must extend a bit higher than ours, I can only believe we will be left with the same proportion when we leave.โ He gave Vincent a look. โShe does, after all, have a way of phrasing things in particularly complex ways and makes you figure it all out for yourself.โ
There was a faint glimmer of amusement in Vincentโs eyes as he took in Alexanderโs words. Something indelicate that must be handled with delicate hands. That is quite exactly how I would have put it.
Alexanderโs mention of Rowena, however, made Vincent pause. Though she was always perfectly polite to him, Vincent did not like the idea of trusting her. Especially after the...incident.
Nevertheless, he smiled slightly at his comment. โIndeed,โ he answered, though he gave no further comment on Alexanderโs rather accurate characterization of Lady Imperia-Airwright.
There had been times, in the past, when he had wondered about theโฆextent of Rowena and Alexanderโs relationship. There were rumors about them, he was sure; the two were frequently seen together, despite the fact that Rowena was engaged to some man or another more often than not, and it was well-known that they were very good friends.
Before he had met Alexander, he had not particularly cared about the rumors. But after seeing Rowena and Alexander interact, Vincent knew that he could conclude that there was nothing romantic whatsoever about...them.
In truth, he suspected that Alexander had no taste for women at all. He did not, however, want to jump to conclusions.
Besides. Why did it matter?
โI suppose you are acquainted with many of the individuals that are present?โ Vincent said, arching an eyebrow questioningly. A small smile played on his lips. โWe have quite the, ah, variety.โ
Alexander raised his brows. โAcquainted?โ He faked scandalization. โMy goodness, Dr. Halverson, are you suggesting I know some of the guests in this room in a moreโฆintimate fashion?โ He looked around. โYou would be quite wrong, Iโm afraid. Everyone in this room is either not interested in me or I am not interested in them. It is truly a pity.โ
Still, he sighed. โStill, I do know aโฆa handful of those in attendance. Of course we both know Rowena, and both she and I know Lord Finnegan Oaks, whom I have just been informed has a younger brother who will be joining us, however his health does not permit him to join us tonight.โ He looked around. Oh my, who is that dashing creature? Such silver embellishments, contrasting my gold, and what a maskโฆI wonder what kind of face lies beneath it.
โI am familiar with the Lady Chandler, we take tea once a month, her children adore me.โ He nodded in the direction of a set of metal wings. โOf course Lady Grey, though she prefers Professor, I am told, used to less-than-subtlely attend a handful of my classes while we were at our respective institutions, though it didnโt seem the professors paid much mind. Why, I have no idea. I suppose I am more surprised no other students complained about the obviously female presence in their otherwise all-male school.โ He shook his head.
โBut are you familiar with anyone here other than myself and our dear moonlace? Intimately or not, of course.โ
Vincent gave a small, bemused smile. โOh, no, of course not,โ he said neutrally. He listened as Alexander listed the people he knew. Vincent thought that he had maybe heard of Finnegan Oaks beforeโthe perfumist, yes? And Lady Chandler was, of course, the wife of a Minister. He had never interacted with Professor Grey before, although there had been quite a fuss when she was given her position at the Polytechnique Institute.
When Alexander asked if he recognized anybody in the room, Vincent let his gaze flit from Rowena and Captain Kingsford to Professor Grey (the one with the elaborate wings, presumably) and a young woman with pink hair. Beside the pink-haired woman was another young woman, who was wearing a gown as pink as her companionโs hair.
โI am acquainted with Charlotte Vernell,โ said Vincent, finally. โHer brothers and I had classes together in school, and my parents are quite fond of their teahouse. But I do not know anybody else, I am afraid.โ
Alexander turned slightly to look at Vincent. โDonโt be afraid. You know me.โ He gave him a smile, a bit warmer than his usual smiles. โNo one here will do anything to you so long as Iโm here. You have my word.โ
He turned his head. โNot even Rowena would give you that.โ
Admittedly, Alexander wasnโt sure just how many people Rowena would turn on if they were suddenlyโฆwell, no longer on her side. Traitors. Villains. Even if only to her. He wasnโt even sure just how much she really cared for him, at her heart. But loneliness made for too close a companion, and thus he stayed friends with her, if only to say he had one.
Likewise his friendship with Finnegan was hardly the most positive. The perfumist was practically a manipulative rake for Godโs sake! How often had Finnegan manipulated him in some way? Usually only small ones, ways Alexander was happy to oblige in, but what happened when the day came where Alexander couldnโt oblige, or it was in a way that made him uncomfortable?
His smile faded. โAt least you seem to surround yourself in better company than I do.โ
Alexanderโs next words were unusually somber, especially given his otherwise frivolous demeanor. Nevertheless, Vincent duly pretended that he had not noticed the shift, nodding along obligingly. He wondered how much of his own past Alexander knew; they didnโt call him the best source of gossip in Hourglass City for nothing, of course.
Yes. Better company. If you count a lover who was better at killing than at loving and a scientist with intentions that were not exactly...pure.
It was obviously a rather delicate subject for Alexander, so Vincent decided to steer their conversation in a different direction. โI wonder when we will find out what is going on, exactly,โ he mused out loud, shifting his gaze to where Captain Kingsford was standing.
If Alexander was grateful for the shift in tone (and he was), he didnโt show it, merely resuming his otherwise casual decorum. โYes, I wonder indeed. Rowena mentioned it would be soon, I do believe, but โsoonโ seemed some time ago.โ
He adjusted his stance and resumed studying the room, almost wishing he were closer to Vincent, and not just in a physical wayโฆ
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