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🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Constantin Kolev

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Location: Russian Imperial Circus - Tent City -> London : Northwest Inner Wall
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)

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Constantin was admittedly not the happiest with the turn of events, but the idea itself was sound enough. This Thalken bastard had the knowledge they needed and he was with them already. He still wasn't liking this person, but work was work and duty towards the circus was before his own personal opinions. As the other person seemed in disbelieve, Constantin bit his lip for a moment in frustration, searching for the words he had to use.” Don't make me repeat myself... It's not like I personally like the idea, but it serves the circus. Now come with me to find the Great Bazhooli.” He explained and waved for the Talink person to follow him.” I still don't like you though...” He added at the end.

Wandering it all it didn't take a experienced tracker to locate Vlad. Constantin sighed and looked at Thalken, displeasure clearly written on his face, but them there was also something else written there. It was the face of someone who was about to get rid of trouble on his hands.” The Bazhooli's in there, you go nov.” He stated and pointed at Vlad's location.” Talk vith him for guide position and possible revards. I have things to do.” He stated and turned on a heel, heading off to help his family with the packing of their tent. There was going to be ample opportunity to pay even more vengeance on Thalken. Probably non lethal one of course. He wasn't a enemy to be killed...for the moment anyways.

Still they packed all the luggage and tents safely away, Constantin made sure to tuck his stage clothes away into a bundle in between the other clothes for maximum safety and he also put his spare saber away with the clothing while he was at it. Better have the spare there in case it's needed later. AS the circus moved away from their camp location and to the wall, something was off. “Vhat's going on here?” He said, his voice filled with suspicion. Something was clearly off with the whole picture, but he for sure couldn't put his hands onto what it was and that was making him nervous.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Sharpsburg , Main st.(F11)
Skills: N/A

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Their treck to the grocery store was a quick and productive one. As usual 2 bags filled with goodies were bought and munchies were all prepared. After quickly getting back to the house, Amelia and Nate went to the kitchen to procure the coveted glasses, plates and cups to place all the munchies on. She was glad to have the help since it was frankly a lot of munchies they might have gotten overboard this time, but hey it was going to eaten all anyways. Finally the other three joined in carrying the tableware over to the living room where the D&D session was going to take place. The table was already covered with a good amount of gaming stuff. The character sheets were there, maps of areas, empty sheets and the cardboard box where they threw the dice so they can be sure they wouldn't roll off the table. Everything was prepared.

“Alright let's get the game on the road...” Jason stated as he took the GM seat and the others lined across the other seats.” Okey wait... Amelia didn't we make you a new character after your last one kicked the bucket?” Jason suddenly asked as he noticed that she was pointing at her sheet and trying to get the chance to tell him that he gave her the old sheet.

“Yeah we did! You took it with that pile of old maps and said you'd add it to the pile later!” She replied to him and Jasom made a conflicted expression while he was trying to remember what he did with it.

” Ohh...” He muttered as his expression turned grim.” It was with those old scrap maps... I threw this out since my little sister scribbled all over them. Sorry... Seems we will need to quickly make you a new one... Where were the blank character sheets...” He mumbled rummaging through the piles of paper he had with him.

“Dammit Jason why is it always Amelia's characters that you lose? This is the third!” Sylvie stated shacking her head in desperation.

“Bad luck! It's the gremlins!” He excused himself before Guy whacked him on the back of the head.

“Gremlins are for machinery.” Guy stated. If Amelia was the generally quiet one from shyness around new people, then Guy was the quiet one because he rarely spoke to begin with. He was of the think real hard before speaking kinds of guys.

“It's good... let me quickly make a new one.” Amelia mumbled with a slightly tired sigh and quickly started filling her new Half-elf Inquisitor character. Luckily she had gotten quite adept at filling out character sheets by now. Since this was her third one to fill out at least because of a loss of a sheet. Aside that she had all the dead characters.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Valencia Johnson

Location: The Framework
Skills: N/A

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Valencia was by the entrance when the alarm was spotted, she quickly halted and pulled a little back as Novikova called for them to wait.” I know... these things have to be done methodically despite everything.” She stated with a smile, waiting for the tech specialists to neutralize the alarm. Given enough time and preparations the ops agents should be able to deal with the targets even if the alarm was rang, but the perfect mission scenario often called for silence of all alarms. If it was only herself she'd opt to infiltrate through a side entrance or even one of the windows by scaling the walls if she had to.

As they were waiting for the girl to neutralize the alarm, Johnson looked around, studying the surroundings again. There was the needed time to clear the door of the alarm, but some of them were running out of patience. How is someone that impatient an agent, wondered Valencia, but shrugged it off. She was an agent and she was adrenaline junkie more or less so who was she to judge. Still shit didn't hit the fan at least until the door vanished leaving a big hole instead. That she didn't expect and mind you was not a good thing since they could spot hostiles on the other side. She went for her sidearm... Then discovered she didn't have a sidearm. What? Wait she wasn't carrying it usually at the academy, but assumed some weapons will be given in the simulation, she guessed wrong then.

As Cassandra jumped into action, Valencia was not far behind. She moved through the breach next to the senior agent, her eyes locked at Wonderland. The woman had neutralized one of her own soldiers so that was good, but her powers which didn't allow for a hand to hand combat was not as good. Still they had to neutralize her and Valencia acted as fast as her mind allowed to. In a reach of a moment she grabbed the nearby extinguisher, aimed it at Wonderland and pulled the trigger. At luck it had filler in it! Amazing! It shot out and with good aiming and luck, Val nailed her right in the mouth with the extinguisher! Wonderland was naturally not well with it as she started gagging right away. Hey one successful distraction done.

Rise of the Evos

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Claire Winters

Location: Her home, New York City, New York
Interacting With: Trevor the GeneticLab Annoyance.@Nallore

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" Now that's the most stupid idea you could get..." Claire replied with a complete straight face at the man." Imagine you prove that we are 'Next stage of Evolution' of the human race. Do you have any idea what will happen?" She asked." At the very least there will be hell of a public unrest that people like that exist. The Unknown scares people and the fact that others possess powers most don't will raise a wave of absurd kind of civil movements and the like. Registrations, persecution yadayadayada..." She waved her hand in annoyed manner." Remember the Xmen cartoon? That's what's going to probably happen more likely than not minus the giant robots as fucking epic as that would have been. Ohh and don't get me started on the way the militaries and black ops branches that will go into such a glee at the chance for superhuman soldiers." She stated, not minding her language since she was god damn sleepy." Frankly I should neutralize you right away to stop any possible danger to me and probably figure out a way to hide the information about my sick leave... Cause I bet that's how you found me." She stated, shooting a dangerous glare at him." Nahh too much of a bother and unless one of us goes with you and publically demonstrates their power, any sane person will dismiss you like hte usual kind of nutjob." She added.

"Anyways as to answer your question, it took a few weeks for my body to recuperate after getting sick from whatever this is." She replied and walked to the kitchen, returning with a glass of water." Look buddy... I've had a long nightshift, didn't get much sleep before it either so I'm running on coffee fumes here. You woke me like 10 minutes after I went to bed so I'm really not in a mood to deal with you much longer. So if you have any other great questions and ideas that might lead to public executions and witchhunts please ask them so I can kick you out and resume my blissful sleep. We MIGHT resume the talk at a later date if I feel like it or you can make it worth my while."

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Amelia Payne

Location: Riley's car, Los Angeles, California
Interacting With: Riley@Nallore

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"If you could turn invisible, you would have been quite perfect fit as the invisible woman." Amelia said with a huge grin after the talk moved to marvel and DC. After all the fantastic four were pretty famous superhero team as far as comics and animations went." Well even without the invisibility you still will make a fine superhero if you ask me. Music star by day and superhero at night hehehe." She added with a slight giggle." Sounds like a pair of impossible to combine professions though... I hear musicians have really busy schedules."

"I make a good fit for Thor... sort of, but i will need a hammer. If I had a chinese wide bamboo hat I would make a fine Raiden from Mortal Kombat." She let out another smile, thinking about hte possible cosplays she can pull off that would be thematically suiting to her newfound powers." Actually I want to do it now... dress like Raiden or Thor and let out electricity... at a place where I cannot hurt anyone of course." Amelia mused to herself. After all the dream of almost all geeks was to have the powers of their favorite fiction characters. No matter if that meant superpowers or be a huge space marine or something wielding chain swords and firing rockets from a gun.

"So aside singing, do you have anything else you like to do?" Amelia asked, trying to learn about her new friend and roommate." Any reading or maybe a sport?"

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Priscilla Harker

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Location: Alleyway of Wonder
Skills: None

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"Tasty~" She mused to herself as the meal got served so she quickly got to eating it. A good meal was as always good for a decent pondering of importan questions such as the meaning of life, whats the purpose of her existence and why on earth would she be stood up like that especially after she was pretty sure that both of them with Rosheen hit it off rather nicely. It was best friend material potential as far as Mosi was concerned, that and just spending time with that redhead was quite very fun. She wouldn't mind another ride on the bike. That was fun and adrenaline raising.

Then she started feeling something was off... Her hand reached for her stomach. First it was a slight tingling sensation then it started building at the pit of the stomach. This was not a good sensation especially as it was building strength. Finally it build up to a spendling impact like someone had punched her in the stomach nicely completelyd with a burning sensation that felt like she was torched up." Fuuu..." She curshed as she curled up, face planted on the counter next to her plate, her hands still holding the burning hurting stomach of hers. For crying out loud what was happening now?!

She lost her track of the surroundings as she let out a pained groan, grinding her teeth for a good while until the feeling somewhat subsided. Still it was one hell of an unpleasant experience. Her head was still spinning, she was sweating, but she also felt slightly cold, in otherwords she felt like she had a bloody fever... out of nowhere... in the middle of a desert city! Finally as the sensation faded ever more, she slowly pulled up from her curled position and blinked a few painful times, holding her stomach area and one place at perticular felt still burning with intense pain." Thank you for the food..." She mumbled, pulling away from the foodplace and with really shaky steps moving away, using the wall as support. She didn't remember for walking to be so unpleasant in the past ever... The burning sensation on the stomach was intense and it was pulling with each step as her skin and muscles were moving.

Mosi more or less staggered all the way to a more secluded place on the side between the two buildings by the staircase which led to Rosheen's place and a little further to be somewhat out of view before she pulled her shirt up a little to see what was causing this insufferable burning sensation." What is this dammit?" She mumbled, seeing the mark, before putting her shirt back down to cover her stomach. Her head was still a little cloudy from the fever like sensation so she sat down, her back to the wall to let her mind clear up.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Kosara Koleva

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Location: Abe's car

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She sighed and shook her head, pulling the long bag from the backseat where she was keeping her sword." That's why I guess I should be prepared..." She mumbled and pulled a permanent sharpie to circle a few devil traps on the blade itself. It wasn't the most elegant way of doing it, but dammit it could probably buy a few moments or something. At least she was good with the drawing circles if nothing else." Well might keep it in place if I stab it for ehh... a few hours maybe. Depends on how well the ink holds. Also this is a good point to always make more bullets just in case we ever need them. Having good provisions and stock is what wins wars."

"I know my job, Abe." Kosara replied with a shrug." Exorcising also pains them to hell so it can be used for interrogation... by the way do we have any syringes? Holy water in the veins is a real good way to get them talking!" Kosara smirked, putting the sword bag in the bag and tossing it under the back seat.

"Well doesn't matter... She's a good girl, but we will need to put her under control or training... she already knows how to summon demons. As hunters we cannot leave her to move about free... Either we teach her the way of a hunter to put that knowledge to good use or we have to find a way to stop her from using it. Either way is not a good solution, but better that than her ending as the next demon summoner or an evil witch. Demons after all are the source of many witches." She added with a hint of desperation and fatigue.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Satilla Valen

Location: The Tower, Floor 1.
Interacting With: Ancient cosmic powers of the load bearing boss cliche and the sturdy floor!

Satilla's movement was well hindered by the tower coming down around them. By the sounds of it the top floors were collapsing and it was probably only a matter of brief moments in time before the first floor gives way too. She was silently reciting prayers to all the good spirits for help and hopefully to survive this ordeal. She was a good witch, but if she survived this hse was so getting a few weeks rest from helping anybody and doing anything.

She nearly busted her hind areas as she was stumblign down the stairs." Spirits!" She shouted, but luckily it came to pass without any major health related issues... be they just butt related. She let out another silent prayer of gratitude to the good spirits as she stumbled forward despite the shaking so she moved away from the stairs somewhat. Yeah she was making progress, but it appeared she was the last one in line. Yeah well she was going to make it! Yes no matter hwat she was going to make it, but in the small percent chance she didn't, at least she didn't ever give herself to darkness and become an evil witch! So she was happy with herself to keep morale up.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Vala was completely oblivious to the growing commotion around her as she was off tinkering with explosives. It was so partly because she had to concentrate on the task and partly because she god damned loved to tinker with stuff and rigging explosives was just a step away from rigging proper weapons. Maybe in a previous life he was a mechanicus magus or something who knew.

"Oi... keep it more quiet you do not want to know what happens if I cross two wires by mistake here. Ohh where did I put the melta ignition cable again... ehh... found it!" She suddenly stated away as Elisha began his rant about his story, but she didn't give a crap about it hell even registered it. Working with such a quanity of grags and meltas on top of it tended to do that.

"Now... where was I... ohh yea rigging the triggers..." She mumbled as she got to wire setting again, muttering some numbers.

"01001001 00100000 01110011 01110111 01100101 01100001 00100000... actually no 01110010..." Speaking with some difficulty in binary since she didn't have a mechanicus speaker device. She was still well versed in the art of cursing and swearing in binary too!

"We are so 01100100 01100101 01100001 01100100~!" She continued her little mumbles as if she was using trhe moment to practice her binary skills! Who knew maybe she was plannign to attend a magus convention, but more likely than not she was just wanting to be able to swear at tech priests the same way they swore at her in regular basis.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Constantin Kolev

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Location: Russian Imperial Circus - Tent City
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)

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"Dobre, Dobre... Good!" Constantin stated as Thalken replied to him. He took a deep breath and nodded." Alright, Thalken. Good name... better than Talink boy anyways." He muttered as they got the show on the road. It didn't really take long for the man to start speaking as a canary about the flag. Constantin was just nodding and remembering everything and was just about to get a move on it to report to Vlad before he froze in his step, recalling Vlad's other request.

"Okey thank you for the information. Yes sort of... not my place to talk." Constantin stated before shrugging his head. They were going after Veta, but she was searching for that other woman so it was a weird story to talk about, on that it wasn't his job to explain." Look here, The Great Bazhooli has a need of a guide, someone vho's knoving the local things." Constantin stated, looking at Thalken." Vhat vould you say about vorking for the circus as a guide for a vhile? I'm sure ve vill think of something to benefit you in return." He added, thinking that the other man would certainly wouldn't do anything without personal profit.

"Look I don't like you, you obviously do not like me... But I vill prefer a guy vho's obvious to his dislike of me rather than a backstabbing self pleased arrogant piece of... anyhow. Let's just pencil a dislike of locals in general. Once more, I'm sure this vill be a benefitting deal for you too, you can talk about the conditions vith the Bazhooli himself!" He added with grumpy voice.' Because I surely do not want to deal with you any more than it's absolutely needed...' He thought.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Sharpsburg , Main st.(F11)
Skills: N/A

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After the arrangements for the D&D session were out of the way, Amelia quickly dressed up in something to leave the house with, took her wallet and left after leaving a note on the fridge where she was going. Without wasting too much time she headed in the direction of the place they were going to be gathering. It was the house of one of her sort of friends... ehh game buddies yeah. They used to gather up a lot to play board and tabletop games, but she wasn't sure if she'd call them true friends. A normal friend maybe? She didn't really know, it was hard to decide, still it was good time to spend with the group.

On the way she decided not to pass by a grocery store since they were going to be pooling together some money to buy up snacks and drinks for the gathering when they were all together. Thus with a happy expression and mood she walked until she reached the house and rang the doorbell." Who is it?" A voice rang, it was the voice of Jason.

"Amelia!" She replied with joyful voice and he opened the door to greet her. It wasn't a complex greeting. Her just welcomed her in with a smile and offered her some slippers if she wished. Over at the livingroom the others had already gathered so she was the last one to arrive. All goether there were 5 of them including Amelia." Hey. How are you guys?" she called them and they nodded in reply. Jason, Amelia, Guy, Sylvie and Nate, the oddball group of the highschool.

"Alright people you know the drill, let's gather up the money and get shopping, we've got a game to play and dragons to kill!" Jason stated in enthusiastic manner, pointing imaginary staff to the ceiling. Amelia smiled and rolled her eyes and she wasn't the only one. The other girl in the group also did something similar, but added a facepalm.

"Yeah, yeah yeah..." Nate stated in flat voice. Nate tended to be the straightman in the group so he got shit done by reminding the others that it had to be done and not fooling around." Okey let's go." He added and handed Amelia the gathered up money. She was being the group's wallet as usual since Nate trusted her to not do anythign stupid. One time they gave Jason the money and he returned later after buying only bitter sodas saying they were on sale or something.

"You can trust me, I'm not going to approve of anything beside the usual." She replied proudly. The usual being discount orange sodas, colas and chips of varying types of course. Though lately they had started to buy cookies too just to sweeten stuff during playing because the salty chips were too much at times.