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🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Prima Rave

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Alright, things were going for the worst right now. People were throwing accusation left and right and even Rave thought that it was getting kind of hostile here. She listened to Walnut, to Titian who now said a name, a name she assumed was the real one as far as she was aware. She really didn't want to move as some were suggesting they leave in search of clues too, well to be fair that was mostly Moss and maybe Blush, but it was hard to tell about that one if she was actually suggesting it or was being sarcastic about it. Rave sighed as she leaned back and ran her hand across the fur of the ferret.

"I'm not leaving from this room." She said about herself and this wasn't just because her leg was injured. She wouldn't have even if she could walk normaly, she didn't think that breaking rules set up by their hosts was the way. She sighed as she started to evaluate the arguments that were being thrown around, some of those she hadn't actually noticed or heard, but certianly put a different spin on things. Problem was that there was no actual way to say who was in the right. Only she wasn't sure that she was buying Walnut's statement about Plum being innocent, given he had tried to stab someone.

She finally relaxed her shoulders and sighed, the attempt at sharing information turned into a witchhunt of sorts." Can't we just rest and wait for news now? No need to stir up the beehive pointlessly." She mumbled out. From everyone in the room, she was most willing to stick with Titian right now. Moss's desire to break out didn't sit well with her, Walnut had too many variables by the sound of it, Penance was in a similar position to Moss and she didn't trust Blush at all, not after what she had seen. The only other great virable was the man who was keeping silent for a good while now. Despite the way Titian may have looked, so far in her eyes he was the most approachable one and he did help her a lot, so she for sure was more willing to trust him than any of hte others.

She eventually let her eyes close for a moment as she rested her head back on the wall, still stroking the fur of the little animal in her lap, hoping it's sense of danger might be better than her own.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Constantin Kolev

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Location: Gretna Green
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive), Perception

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Constantin listened to Veta's reply about the tiger and he grew silent. While the woman didn't say it was dead, the firewalker feared the worst non the less. He knew Myshka, the tiger wouldn't leave Veta alone for long, beside it wasn't a human, it had great senses, it should have been able to track her should they had gotten separated. He just smiled in a sad manner as he nodded." I see." It would be great if the tiger showed up again, but as situation was, Constantin couldn't bring himself to harbor much hopes about it. Instead he made a silent vow to protect Veta with even more zeal this time around!

Then as he was making his mental vows something happened. Well... Something wrong happened. By the sound of Veta it seemed she was experiencing it too. Everything felt wrong... weirdly wrong and hazy." Damn it all to hell..." He cursed as he realized something supernaturally bad was abound to happen again or rather it was already happenign again. With the amount of stuff going on as of the time they arrived in this accrused country, he wouldn't be surprised if a giant monster showed up or something. In a hurry he moved as close as possible to Veta preparing to defend her from anything that might try to bring her harm." Ve should be careful! Evil vinds earlier nov maybe evil haze!" He stated. The haze was like looking through a bit of fog. If it turned into lot's of fog, he would know what to blame, for now they had to see more to uncover the reason.

My Hider

Character current location: Gretna Green
Characters attempted actions: Keep an eye out for dangers around that may endanger the Grand Duchess!
Any and all skills being used: Perception roll( No actiual skill to boost it a. A general Perception Roll)
Why each skill is being called: To spot things!
Desired location of the character: Gretna Green

Devil May Cry: Night of Knights

Kosara

Location: Camlann City, Ellington Plaza Theatre

Kosara had walked into the theatre calmly with a normal pace as she did, holding the cut off head of the warg casually as if hse was holding some kind of a trophy. She studied the hallways of the theatre, but htere wasn't anything dangerous around directly visibily. The demons had probably bailed for the shadows, waiting for their chance or simply trying to keep awya from her by some instinct about self preservation, who knew. She did notice the blood trails which meant there were people here originally when the demons first appeared. She gave a silent prayer for the dead as she continued with confident steps further into the building all the way to the doors to the theatre hall proper where the doors opened by themselves.

She looked at it with indifferent expression until they were fully opened as for a proper grand entrance and only then stepped through. Kosara lightly regretted that the screen was torn to shreds and you couldn't see the movie being plaid. The only light was from the projector, so it wasn't the most illuminated place. There was a chill in the air, a chill she noticed quickly and narrowed her eyes, but nothing was showing up. The wall across that was illuminated by the projector seemed damaged from the outside.

There were many a choices to make now, in teh end she decided that the most beneficial thing to do was to actually get some light going on in this place. Her sword was sheathed on her back and her right hand was holding her gun while the left was holding the warg head, so she had sufficient means of attack should something jumps out at her. At worst she'd toss the head at it and draw her sword if she had to. For now though, she figured she'd get the lights running first so she started to search for hte entrance towards hte projection room where the controls probably were.

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

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Priscilla Harker

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Location: Boat (Infirmary)
Skills: N/A

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At the doctor's expression towards her when she told him she wanted a mirror, she only gave him a nice smile as she waited for him to find something for her to look at her reflection at. Moments later a mirror was found and the man carefully gave it to her. She took the mirror and slowly angled it so she could see her face. Her body froze, actually she froze as a whole. She looked at her self without blinking, without moving and without making a sound. She remained in this state for a good little while." Well..." She mumbled out as she slowly put away the mirror, her expression hard to quiet read through the swelling." To be honest, not sure what I was expecting." She blinked and stroked her chin in pondering manner." Well... nothing to be done." She eventually shrugged." Will it give me scars or something like swelling not going away with having been stung so much?" She asked hte doctor, this was a rather big question! She liked her pretty face. Granted she wasn't completely vain person, but hey she did care for her appearance. Though she sure as hell had to draw it down after hte doc was done treating her in whatever manner he had to.

"Clark and Reddish?" She asked, her eyebrows creasing, these were familiar names here, could it be?" Do you mean from the group I arrived with? A really pretty blonde woman and a a dark haired british soldier guy?" She asked for confirmation. What a coincidence that would be if they were at this place before she arrived and htey had to flee from the infirmary for whatever reason!

"I have to say, Captain, this voyage surely is turning out quite the adventure." She said with a smile." I agree with you on that topic. Seems like dangers are always lurking around the corners for this group." As she said that she displayed a pondering expression." I wonder what those who went out into the other parts of town and the like are doing now... Hopefully they are fine." The american woman mused to herself." I wonder if I should be concerned..."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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Amelia was not happy right now. She looked at Victor who didn't even reply as he moved away in solitude. This hurt her somewhat and made her mood veer into the sour side of things. She wanted to talk with someone she used to get along with, but with him being like this it was just not possible. She sighed and displayed a little bit of dejected expression as she turned around and walked back to where she was sitting down just earlier. Judging by how things were, they had changed too much in the last year. A lot had transpired to them and she didn't know what Victor had went through after all, maybe that was no longer the Victor she used to know. With a heavy feeling in her heart, Amelia reached the simple conclusion that she has to give up on trying to approach him.

She looked at Riley who had went to play pool? Yeah she after the initial lapse in memory she did indeed recall the word for it was indeed pool. The Hunter guy was also there and it made Amelia stay as far away from there as possible. Admittedly seh realized he was NOT a dog, but she couldn't help associating him with the one he had along. So keeping away from him for probably a while, a long while.

Still looking around in search for maybe something to do, people were doing their own stuff, until her eyes fell on Wayne who was rummaging through the VHS tapes while singing. Amelia was looking at him with curiosity until he finally found something he seemed happy with then went to play it. She observed the entire process of rewinding all the way to the point the movie started playing. She blinked a few times, before quietly she stood up and carried her chair closer to the TV as to be able to see hte movie better. It was a comedy film by the looks of it and she now wanted to watch it too!

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Prima Rave

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Rave felt weird right now as the initial adrenaline from the injury was starting to wear off and she felt hte wound more and more with every little tug on her leg muscles. This wasn't really pleasant experience, so made sure to relax and not move the leg in any manner right now, what's more she could feel the ferret's weight on her lap and it was sort of pressing on the bandaged leg so she reached over and pulled it slightly so it didn't casually press her injury. It wasn't really heavy so she didn't believe it would cause it to reopen or the like, but it wasn't nice anyways. She started to pet the creature, it's eyes locked on the direction that Penance had dropped something.

Only now did she realize the woman actually had a knife and frowned. Well... why did she drop it? Prima Rave at least felt glad that someone didn't fumble as bad as she did earlier and stab herself... with her own knife. The following reaction from Penance made Rave frown." I suggest we don't try to actually break out of here... It wouldn't speak well of us if we try to, in fact it might make the people of the manor only feel even more suspicion towards us and even if we do leave this room, there wouldn't be anywhere to go! We cannot leave because of the storm." She added her opinion to the others.

She then listened to Blush's explanation." Were other titles mentioned at the names?" She asked and then frowned." Wait... the lord said he didn't send out invitations to us, but he did say he had recieved some kind of notice to our arrival. Could that have been the list you saw?" Rave asked.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Constantin Kolev

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Location: Gretna Green
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)

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Constantin felt a mixture of feelings inside him. Sometimes he really felt incredible anger at Veta and yet he couldn't bring himself to be too angry. Right now he also understood her point and yet felt anger about the fact she had taken risks for a task that she didn't seem to be dealing with now that it was so close at hand. There was also the conflict about how they were left behind while she went ahead. Finally he just bowed at her words." Of course, Grand Duchess, as you command." Was what he said as he went ahead to take a position nearby to her at an appropriate distance for protection should hte need arises and to keep with status.

Still no matter how much the situation was tugging on his nerves overall, he felt a lot of relief that she was fine. Admittedly he wasn't feeling the same about the fact that a certain tiger was missing along with the supposed companions that Veta had taken with her on the journey. There were two different options here... either they fell or they had gotten separated somewhere along the way.

Finally he decided to ask, as to know what to expect." Grand Duchess... Vhat transpired vith Myshka?" He asked softly and a little solemnly. Even if it wasn't his tiger and he didn't always see eye to eye with the beast, he still respected the creature. It was a proud and mighty beast, he couldn't see another reason it wasn't around right now. Constantin didn't believe should it have been alive, it would leave Veta's side.

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

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Priscilla Harker

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Location: Boat (Infirmary)
Skills: N/A

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"Yes of course, I'm sure me looking like this doesn't have anything to do with it." She stated out directly with a shrug. She was a blunt person a lot of the time after all." Look doc, it's fine. Might as well admit it. It's not like it's a shameful thing and I'm sure I look like a monster." She added as she made herself as comfortable as she could given the location. Suddenly she had an realization struck her." Hey, is there a mirror somewhere around?" She asked, her voice weirdly enthusiastic." I want to see what I actually look like right now!" Mosi added." I haven't actually checked my condition. I want to see it, so I can DRAW IT!" She exclaimed." Will be one hell of a story for when I get back home. ANd of course a nice example why bee extermination on grand scales is the right thing to do!"

Suddenly the talk turned to other people who should have been in the infirmary. Mosi raised an eyebrow as she threw a look at the confused doctor. Well this journey certainly was being filled with weird events. Or rather she was starting to become sure of her theory about the whole museum group being cursed or somehting and that weird events would follow in their footsteps. So far there didn't seem to be any indication against that theory and much events to support it instead!" So who was here? And actually... how did the search go, it's still on?" She asked, feeling curious about this. She knew the ship was emptied from passengers as to have a search performed on it, but the captain didn't say anything about that right now and she came back way earlier than supposed so she suspected the search wasn't quite over yet.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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As Amelia was worrying slightly over the possibility of the acceptances into the camp turning badly for them, she suddenly sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. She reminded herself that what had already happened couldn't be changed. Instead she choose to focus her mind on the now and here. For right now htey still were in the Quarantine and for all important purposes there wasn't any reason to deny them. There was nothign that could be done until the truth of who was accepted was revealed and only they should hse start worrying about the future in the bad possibilities.

She threw a look at Riley and let her mind relax as she smiled. It had to work out after all. Had to! Feeling a lot calmer and more focused now, she observed as Panama showed up with a list. She rose an eyebrow as she started to ponder what was up. What turned to be happening was him listning a number of people that needed to be brought to see Gunny for some reason. Now this was curious, mostly as of WHY this was happening. The people called out were another point of curiosity. Seems these people liked to demand stuff to happen with not much explanations given. She pondered a few bad possibilities, but as paranoid as she could be, it didn't seem like anything bad was happening. There were many a chances for them to be disposed of and it would be a really weird choice to do so after a week of takign care of them and using up resources. 'What are they up to this time?' She wondered, her eyebrows creased a little as she watched Panama starting to lead people from the room.

Her eyes again wandered off to Victor. Earlier he didn't react to her, she was a little concerned about him specifically. He wasn't acting as he did back in Newnan... THen again all of them had changed over the long time past that nightmare. She wondered if she should try again to talk with him. Back in Newnan they got along really well after all. She pondered it a little bit more and decided to try again. She queitly stood up and walked closer to the man until she was standing by him." Hey..." She started, unsure what to do. Sometimes she wished she had Tati's skill with people." Mind if I stay with you a little?" Amelia finally brought herself to add. If the man didn't want to talk, she could just silently keep him company... right? She hoped so, it was the only thing she figured she could in theory do, after all Tati had pulled a similar thing a while back. When in Rome do as the Romans do... or in other words imitate someone who knew what they are doing!

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Prima Rave

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
Skills: N/A
Hit Points: 4
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Rave gently patted her pet ferret as they were all now getting comfortable around the confinement room. Well at least as comfortable as they could all be given the acommodations. Which wasn't all too bad at the end of the day. She started paying attention as the people around decided to talk about what had to happen and what they should do. Walnut began with a proposition that they should combine their knowledge of the situation to try to figure out why they were brought here.

Titian didn't hide his distrust about those present which would probably be a normal reaction, but Rave hoped that the killer wasn't among those in the room. She was thinking about Walnut's proposition now. Then the other man, Cobalt she thought was the alias she had heard earlier in passing stated he agreed with Walnut and put forth some arguments about why. She thought and then nodded. It was logical in many ways.” I...” She started as she was wondering how to say it.” I agree with them about this.” She finally said and gestured to Cobalt and Walnut.” Even if we do not trust each other, we should at least work together for survival. Trust aside, information that could lead to the identity of the mastermind might as well be shared. We don't need to talk about our identities and the like to work along on this.” She nodded.

She then heard what Blush was talking and raised an eyebrow. She didn't have the best opinion of the woman that was true, but the information she was talking about was of interest.” Could you share more details about what you discovered?” She asked of Blush. Some elaboration on the things she was mentioning would be great after all.

“Well... to be fair I don't think I could help too much with information either.” She said when Moss mentioned he hadn't spotted anything.” I was only on the first floor with the others so I've seen what all of you have and didn't spot anything too special.” She admitted a lil uncomfortably since she wasn't of any help.