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Happy New Year guys. Wishing you all the best in 2025 :)
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idk man that sounds pretty depressing. Hope you don't stay in that feeling for too long, cus trust me it sucks.
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It always sucks when someone calls you a bad name online though, right? Oh wait.....
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This is only my opinion but I think you will have more creative freedom in between act 1 and 2 of seasons 2 since a lot of emotional beats were missing there. E.g. caitlyn and ambessastyranny.
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I can write as long as the music isn't played too loudly. Although if it's a soft/slow song as it is it doesn't matter. Those are probably less distracting too.
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Hi, Qia here <3. I'm a gamer and RP fan just looking to have a good time.
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Sounds kinky.
Of course that's where your mind goes haha
FYI she can control what she's trying to track btw, whether it be vibrations, adrenaline spikes etc :p edit: I'll specify what I mean by energy in the sheet tomorrow, but I mean biological markers like adrenaline, heartbeat, breathing patterns etc
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definitely Emilia's reaction
Hey she's here to do one thing and one thing only for me haha
Interactions: Elio @c3p-0h
Thalia elevated one eyebrow with a hint of incredulity, her hazel gaze sharpening as a smile danced upon her lips—one that bespoke both amusement and calculation. Rather than immediately grasping the bottle before her, she allowed the raucous fervour of the tavern to fill the quiet he had so carefully established. This tactic, aged and astute, was one she had internalized during her formative years; she recognized that silence could be more powerful than spoken words, allowing her to assess the man seated across from her with discerning scrutiny.
Her attention flitted to the bottle momentarily before returning to his countenance. As she tilted her head ever so slightly, her auburn locks shimmered under the light, resembling a cascade of molten copper. “How remarkably intriguing it is that this should supposedly help me, coming from an individual who appears to elevate self-interest to the status of a virtue.”
With a deepened curiosity woven into her demeanour, Thalia leaned in marginally, inviting a closer examination of his intentions. The distant laughter and raucous banter of the tavern patrons became a backdrop to their seemingly intimate exchange, emphasizing the bubble of focus they had created together. “It seems,” she continued, a playful glimmer in her eyes, “that your audacity knows no bounds. One might even wonder if this 'cure' is more of a mirage than a solution, crafted to ensnare the unsuspecting.” Her eyes narrowed before she added, “Such as myself.”
Thalia allowed the resonance of her words to hang in the air, her gaze steadfast as she reclined slightly, reclaiming her territory with an air of nonchalant defiance. Her fingers, delicately elongated yet marked by the toil of years, traced the circumference of her scarf languidly. This purposeful gesture served as a reminder—perhaps to herself, perhaps to him—of the multifaceted layers of her identity that extended far beyond surface appearances.
Her attention was once again captivated by the bottle positioned between them, its amber luminescence presenting a tempting diversion.
However, Thalia was not one to succumb to haste, particularly in the presence of someone who evidently thrived on inciting reactions. With a subtle flick of her gaze, she surveyed his hands, the ruggedness of his knuckles and the faint scars etched into his skin that revealed a life steeped in labour. The dissonance between his casual arrogance and the signs of genuine effort piqued her curiosity more than she dared to admit. The illusion of their cocoon of intimacy continued to hold strong for her, even as the occasional approach of the innkeeper or nearby patrons brushed against their little bubble.
The redhead fervently hoped that her tight-lipped demeanour towards these intrusions would not further blemish her reputation, though the very notion filled her with hesitation, as her thoughts lingered on pride as both a shield and a chain. Eventually, she succumbed to the allure of the moment, her fingers elegantly curling around the neck of the bottle, yet she refrained from lifting it just yet.
“You say that like it’s a flaw…” she replied instead, eyes honing in on him once more as if testing him. “But my pride has never kept me from taking what I want if it’s worth the reach.”
In one fluid motion, Thalia liberated the bottle from his grasp, her lips hovering over the opening before claiming it as her own. As the liquid courage cascaded into her mouth, its velvety richness enveloped her tongue, stirring sensations that mingled both anticipation and hesitation within her. Though the exquisite taste did not immediately fortify her resolve as she had ardently wished, the very act of indulgence was intensely captivating. She found herself revelling in it, a thrill coursing through her that was embraced rather than lamented.
Thalia placed the bottle onto the table, the resonant thunk serving as a final, emphatic exclamation to her argument. A sly smile unfurled across her lips, radiating a small measure of mirth.
“So, do you still believe pride is merely a fault?”
Her attention flitted to the bottle momentarily before returning to his countenance. As she tilted her head ever so slightly, her auburn locks shimmered under the light, resembling a cascade of molten copper. “How remarkably intriguing it is that this should supposedly help me, coming from an individual who appears to elevate self-interest to the status of a virtue.”
With a deepened curiosity woven into her demeanour, Thalia leaned in marginally, inviting a closer examination of his intentions. The distant laughter and raucous banter of the tavern patrons became a backdrop to their seemingly intimate exchange, emphasizing the bubble of focus they had created together. “It seems,” she continued, a playful glimmer in her eyes, “that your audacity knows no bounds. One might even wonder if this 'cure' is more of a mirage than a solution, crafted to ensnare the unsuspecting.” Her eyes narrowed before she added, “Such as myself.”
Thalia allowed the resonance of her words to hang in the air, her gaze steadfast as she reclined slightly, reclaiming her territory with an air of nonchalant defiance. Her fingers, delicately elongated yet marked by the toil of years, traced the circumference of her scarf languidly. This purposeful gesture served as a reminder—perhaps to herself, perhaps to him—of the multifaceted layers of her identity that extended far beyond surface appearances.
Her attention was once again captivated by the bottle positioned between them, its amber luminescence presenting a tempting diversion.
However, Thalia was not one to succumb to haste, particularly in the presence of someone who evidently thrived on inciting reactions. With a subtle flick of her gaze, she surveyed his hands, the ruggedness of his knuckles and the faint scars etched into his skin that revealed a life steeped in labour. The dissonance between his casual arrogance and the signs of genuine effort piqued her curiosity more than she dared to admit. The illusion of their cocoon of intimacy continued to hold strong for her, even as the occasional approach of the innkeeper or nearby patrons brushed against their little bubble.
The redhead fervently hoped that her tight-lipped demeanour towards these intrusions would not further blemish her reputation, though the very notion filled her with hesitation, as her thoughts lingered on pride as both a shield and a chain. Eventually, she succumbed to the allure of the moment, her fingers elegantly curling around the neck of the bottle, yet she refrained from lifting it just yet.
“You say that like it’s a flaw…” she replied instead, eyes honing in on him once more as if testing him. “But my pride has never kept me from taking what I want if it’s worth the reach.”
In one fluid motion, Thalia liberated the bottle from his grasp, her lips hovering over the opening before claiming it as her own. As the liquid courage cascaded into her mouth, its velvety richness enveloped her tongue, stirring sensations that mingled both anticipation and hesitation within her. Though the exquisite taste did not immediately fortify her resolve as she had ardently wished, the very act of indulgence was intensely captivating. She found herself revelling in it, a thrill coursing through her that was embraced rather than lamented.
Thalia placed the bottle onto the table, the resonant thunk serving as a final, emphatic exclamation to her argument. A sly smile unfurled across her lips, radiating a small measure of mirth.
“So, do you still believe pride is merely a fault?”
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Emily's doppelganger I see. *sip*
I'm not gonna lie...the amount of times I typed Emily instead of Emilia lmaoooo It's also cus I have an npc in another rp named Emily
ok little setup post up for the collab for next round. I mighttt end up working on a sheet for Emilia >_> originally was just a random name. We'll see.
Red Rose Lounge, Highfair
Mentions: Vincent (@Estylwen), Emily (@LanaStorm)
Interactions: Emilia (NPC)
Seated in her ornate high-backed chair, Isabella fixated on the glass of wine in her grasp, its contents swirling like shards of liquid rubies. Emilia, her steadfast lieutenant, lingered by the door's threshold, an air of trepidation radiating from her rigid posture. Clutching a sleek tablet in one hand, she kept her other hand clenched by her side, a clear indication that something was amiss. This disquiet could stem from her turbulent encounter with Vincent, but the cause remained shrouded in uncertainty until…
“Something... intriguing occurred today,” Emilia finally ventured. “Three Blue Bloods were sighted near Highfair Market.”
Isabella arched a finely manicured brow, setting her glass down with a delicate clink against the polished wood. “Blue Bloods?” she echoed, her tone smooth yet tinged with palpable disdain. “It seems Detective Newport has chosen to flaunt her audacity by sending her puppets into my domain.”
Standing poised and alert, Emilia pressed on, her commitment to the task evident as she stepped closer to the desk. “Their approach was anything but discreet, Bella. They attempted to masquerade as vendors—fresh faces offering inexpensive goods—but they were too clean to pass as genuine. They were snooping about, inquiring into our operations. One of our associates noticed and flagged them.”
“And what happened next?” Isabella inquired, her interest piqued.
“We confronted them,” Emilia replied succinctly. “Discreetly, of course, to avoid attracting unwarranted attention, especially with so many watchful eyes in the market lately. They had counterfeit documents and credentials, but one of them crumbled and confessed they were dispatched to... ‘observe.’” Her hand slid the tablet onto the desk, showcasing a dossier on the intruders.
“Observe,” Isabella echoed, her lips curling into a mirthless smirk. “How quaint. And what did they hope to learn?”
“They weren’t able to uncover anything of significance. Still…this was anything but random. Newport is systematically probing our defenses—testing where our vulnerabilities lie.”
Taking a measured breath, Isabella reclined thoughtfully in her chair, fingers steepling in contemplation. “She is angling for something, yet this—this is clumsy, would you not agree?”
A frown touched Emilia’s features. “Do you think she wants us to be aware of her intentions?”
“It’s possible,” Isabella contemplated. “Perhaps a decoy for some bigger agenda.”
Emilia pressed on, her curiosity piqued, “So what’s our counterstrategy?”
“First, make sure our people stay vigilant,” Isabella instructed. “Double the watch at the market and any key points near our operations. If she wants to provoke a response, let her see us tighten our grip. It’ll make her think she’s rattling us.”
Emilia acquiesced with a nod. “And the infiltrators?”
“Release them,” Isabella declared, a frigid smile gracing her lips. “Kindly instruct them to convey our… gratitude to their detective for the ‘visit,’ and inform her she is welcome to experience Highfair firsthand.” Then, rising from her chair, she moved toward the window and gazed out at the rain-soaked streets below.
“For the time being, we’ll willingly play in her game of chess. But let’s not forget Emilia—when you bait the queen, you risk losing the board.”
Emilia inclined her head in acknowledgment before departing, leaving Isabella in contemplative solitude. The faint sound of raindrops tapping against the glass became her sole companion as she strategized her next maneuver in the intricate dance of intrigue and power that had ensnared her since the birth of her name.
“Something... intriguing occurred today,” Emilia finally ventured. “Three Blue Bloods were sighted near Highfair Market.”
Isabella arched a finely manicured brow, setting her glass down with a delicate clink against the polished wood. “Blue Bloods?” she echoed, her tone smooth yet tinged with palpable disdain. “It seems Detective Newport has chosen to flaunt her audacity by sending her puppets into my domain.”
Standing poised and alert, Emilia pressed on, her commitment to the task evident as she stepped closer to the desk. “Their approach was anything but discreet, Bella. They attempted to masquerade as vendors—fresh faces offering inexpensive goods—but they were too clean to pass as genuine. They were snooping about, inquiring into our operations. One of our associates noticed and flagged them.”
“And what happened next?” Isabella inquired, her interest piqued.
“We confronted them,” Emilia replied succinctly. “Discreetly, of course, to avoid attracting unwarranted attention, especially with so many watchful eyes in the market lately. They had counterfeit documents and credentials, but one of them crumbled and confessed they were dispatched to... ‘observe.’” Her hand slid the tablet onto the desk, showcasing a dossier on the intruders.
“Observe,” Isabella echoed, her lips curling into a mirthless smirk. “How quaint. And what did they hope to learn?”
“They weren’t able to uncover anything of significance. Still…this was anything but random. Newport is systematically probing our defenses—testing where our vulnerabilities lie.”
Taking a measured breath, Isabella reclined thoughtfully in her chair, fingers steepling in contemplation. “She is angling for something, yet this—this is clumsy, would you not agree?”
A frown touched Emilia’s features. “Do you think she wants us to be aware of her intentions?”
“It’s possible,” Isabella contemplated. “Perhaps a decoy for some bigger agenda.”
Emilia pressed on, her curiosity piqued, “So what’s our counterstrategy?”
“First, make sure our people stay vigilant,” Isabella instructed. “Double the watch at the market and any key points near our operations. If she wants to provoke a response, let her see us tighten our grip. It’ll make her think she’s rattling us.”
Emilia acquiesced with a nod. “And the infiltrators?”
“Release them,” Isabella declared, a frigid smile gracing her lips. “Kindly instruct them to convey our… gratitude to their detective for the ‘visit,’ and inform her she is welcome to experience Highfair firsthand.” Then, rising from her chair, she moved toward the window and gazed out at the rain-soaked streets below.
“For the time being, we’ll willingly play in her game of chess. But let’s not forget Emilia—when you bait the queen, you risk losing the board.”
Emilia inclined her head in acknowledgment before departing, leaving Isabella in contemplative solitude. The faint sound of raindrops tapping against the glass became her sole companion as she strategized her next maneuver in the intricate dance of intrigue and power that had ensnared her since the birth of her name.
I have given you as much of an advantage as possible, Little Bird. You are welcome to sacrifice your Personnel and subvert the attack.
Speaking of which, @LanaStorm and @Qia can collab or do a little post-by-post back and forth regarding the spies now in Highfair. :>
And ERode and Little Bird can coordinate on how they want to handle the invasion into Merryland.
uhh *looks around awkwardly* just to keep you updated, I intend on starting this collab with Lana today :). Also for the sake of trying to keep Bella in this round of posts, I'll try to see who I need to immediately respond to/ if I can.
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