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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Jan 9, 2019 12:40:26 GMT -5
[ good afternoon! I'll reply sometime today, bo! poor arthur. he's having a rough day ]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 9, 2019 15:48:41 GMT -5
christ ✦ вσвσ that's gay should it move to pm or stay here I guarantee they wont go further than kissing tonight tho edit; theres no need for pm, I got this edit 2; karma ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 9, 2019 19:21:05 GMT -5
kai would hardcore Feel with Arthur on the ptsd zone if Arthur didnt hate vampyres from being in the ptsd zone ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 9, 2019 19:24:01 GMT -5
servalstrike so after this, on another night, kais gonna go to the devils acre to snoop. is it okay if he doesnt get caught the first time, eventually gets noticed, and then gets Hardcore caught would they do research on him? like ohhhh we know ur past....we know you are boinking a cop.... nerd I mean after getting any info. hed keep coming back for more ]]
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 9, 2019 19:49:16 GMT -5
(Well sach I think it's fine if he doesn't get caught the first time, but i'm not sure when ophelia would be available to catch him since we're going into the hospital plot soon and that's going to take up her time
when he does get caught i don't think they'll use him for research, but maybe she could try to get new information out of him)
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Post by desdemona on Jan 9, 2019 20:00:18 GMT -5
oh yeah not research, i mean would they like, try to find out things about him since hes suspicious if they find out hes schmoozing a cop, well. who knows what kind of hurt they might put him through. hes been leaking information! why, they could torture him for hours
and that shouldnt be an issue since then kai can spend Time snooping and gambling ]]
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 9, 2019 21:48:16 GMT -5
Was bored so I redid my characters' forms and added some coding cause why not
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 10, 2019 0:13:41 GMT -5
(Welcome back glow! we'll see you tomorrow
Hmmm i'll have to think about what ophelia would do with someone like kai)
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Jan 10, 2019 0:49:51 GMT -5
[ so after everybody has a had a chance to react to ophelia do you want to skip straight to the hospital? my thought is that ophelia and pluto's meeting takes place in arthur's hospital room that way when things go down, pluto can arthur and split
yo ℊℓоω do you want peter involved in this interaction? ]
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 10, 2019 1:05:46 GMT -5
(Yeah we can skip after everyone has posted do you want me to post the starter for that? arthur thought he was out of trouble after the cops found him but it's really only just starting for the poor guy)
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Post by desdemona on Jan 10, 2019 2:14:11 GMT -5
how long do you guys think the Illegal Activities will go on before the Police find out ]]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 10, 2019 2:35:00 GMT -5
[ f*ck me I just banged my knee SO HARD slipping on my steps. Ugh I wanna cry. I already have terrible knees x.x ]
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Jan 10, 2019 11:20:06 GMT -5
dr. pluto xi - -Pluto kept his features schooled into casual interest, the concern of a doctor for his patient. Behind those velvet-dark eyes, however, he was tallying up the score, weighing the risks, assessing the situation.
The bad news was that Arthur Rothchild did have family. Though no mention of parents, siblings could still cause problems. On the bright side, it appeared there were only two siblings, possibly three. Even better, they lived on the angel island of Ellery and it seemed they and Arthur were estranged to the point that he didn't even know who lived there. That was good news. That was something he could work with. He couldn't always get his hands on orphans without family or a place to call home, but he could always make do. This could work.
Inwardly, Pluto was already making the necessary preparations. He still had to speak with Aurora about the explosives, and now there was the task of contacting Peter to let him know a new test subject was on the way. Most importantly, he had to make sure the plans set in motion went off without a hitch. The bombs would provide the distraction necessary for removing Arthur from the hospital and covering up his disappearance. But it wasn't solely about Arthur. More than that, Pluto had to make sure Ophelia died.
He'd relied on the vampyre for too long, sooner or later she'd turn into a liability. After she gave him what he needed at today's meeting he'd have to get rid of her. Longtime supplier or not, her price was one that Pluto wasn't willing to pay. Strain 002 was so close to completion, giving her a cure to it—or worse, immunity—would be the undoing of all his work, all his research would go to waste. Better to be rid of her before it was too late, before she started making greater and greater demands of him.
In the meantime—"I'll contact your family as soon as possible, Mr. Rothchild. If you like, I can even make the necessary arrangements for them to come visit you. If it's been as long as you say, then I'm sure they'll want to see your condition for themselves. The poor dears must be worried sick. Oh, but where are my manners? There's someone I'd like you to meet, an expert on delicate cases such as yours."
Aurora was far from an expert on angels losing their wings, but he couldn't have her waltzing around the hospital without a purpose of some kind. Even if that purpose was built around the manufactured identity of a nurse. He had provided her with the uniform, the key card, the identification. She would blend in perfectly, nobody would suspect she was a Burningcloak agent. And while she played nurse, she could give him updates on the status of the real reason she was here.
"Nurse Quinn," he called, "You are welcome to join us now." The pale doctor offered Arthur an assuring smile and added, "Don't worry, Mr. Rothchild, you're in good hands."
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 10, 2019 13:35:07 GMT -5
(Good afternoon everyone, I see Dr. Xi and his new nurse are up to something)
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Jan 10, 2019 13:41:15 GMT -5
[ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ]
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 10, 2019 14:07:21 GMT -5
(Good afternoon everyone, I see Dr. Xi and his new nurse are up to something) what do you mean he’s just a doctor concerned for his patient *sips tea* xDDD
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Jan 10, 2019 14:23:08 GMT -5
[ he's just a regular old doctor who only wants the best for his patient and sometimes the best thing for your patient is not being at the hospital anymore ]
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 10, 2019 14:58:04 GMT -5
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Post by desdemona on Jan 10, 2019 16:37:12 GMT -5
it's like arthur was on the ground and everyone grabbed a bat ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jan 10, 2019 17:38:52 GMT -5
ezra is lucien and Arthur's dad now. sorry I dont make the rules
they are like a box of kittens left in the cold and ezra is a college student living in a no pets apartment ]]
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 10, 2019 21:41:21 GMT -5
(Yeah maybe St. Ellen's Hospital wasn't the best choice luckily pluto is the best doctor there!)
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Post by desdemona on Jan 10, 2019 22:09:28 GMT -5
ezra: protects them. worries kai: *raises glass of whiskey* damn me too b*tch ]]
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ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Jan 11, 2019 1:44:28 GMT -5
Dominique Wilde ;; dhampyr It wasn't until they began ascending the stairs at the Devil's Acre that it all began to sink in. A sense of doom lingered in the pit of Dominique's stomach. It made her heart race and her stomach turn. But she was comforted by the knowledge that this would potentially be the last time that she felt physical discomfort of the sort. Soon she would not be human. She would not have to fear for her fragile, mortal body. All that stood in her way was a bit of negotiation. She hoped being the daughter of Gemma Wilde would work in her favor rather than to her detriment. Maybe it would be for the best if she didn't mention her mother at all.
They met their mystery host in a rather plain room. She was anything but plain herself, however. Tall, elegant, beautiful. A lean, athletic build, a long curtain of black hair, feline eyes. Surely even an uninformed human would sense her power, simmering under her flawless facade. She was like a panther lounging on a low branch. Seemingly relaxed, but ready to seize any prey that entered her domain.
Dominique stood close to Begonia, allowing their shoulders to brush together. She was selfishly glad the three of them were together. It had, of course, occurred to her that she was dragging them into palpable danger. She hoped it wouldn't be something she lived to regret.
As the woman with the lace headdress explained the situation, the trio stood together in sheepish closeness. Dominique felt like naughty children who had been called into the principal's office. Ophelia's gaze was condescending and fierce. She laughed with joy when she heard the reason for their coming. Dom's heart pounded in her ears as the female vampyre looked them over and then approached. She walked with a cane. The illusion to cripple-dom was a weak one. She clearly didn't need the object in order to move, in fact its mere presence only served to remind them of her danger.
"Ophelia Harlot at your service," she purred.
Dominique rose her chin proudly and announced, perhaps a little too loud. "I'm Dominique Wilde. This is Lucien and Begonia. They're my friends."
Ophelia paused before Begonia, toying with a strand of the brunette's hair. Next she moved to Lucien, brushing her nails lightly across his jaw. Lastly she arrived at Dominique. She was less intimidating up close somehow, and Dom felt a surge of strength in her limbs. There was the slightest rise and fall in the vampyre's chest. She blinked as any human would, and her breath was soft in the air between them. She was a living creature as well. She was cut from the same cloth as the woman who birthed her, the siblings who played with her as a child. And even a mouse can escape a panther every now and then.
“My Dove, you want to be a raptor? Give yourself talons and the speed and strength of a hunter?”
She nodded, maintaining Ophelia's burning gaze.
"My price is not cheap, my Dove, what are you willing to pay for the body of a vampyre. How much is the weight of your soul worth to you?”
Dominique considered offering her Begonia's twenty dollars as a joke, but she doubted Ophelia would appreciate it. Instead she cleared her throat and straightened her neck. "A newly bitten vampyre can be useful to someone like you. Perhaps I could offer you my services in exchange for a drop of your venom." Then she added, "Seems like you'd be getting the better end of the deal." She really didn't have anything else to offer. She had no money on her person. Certainly she could get some from her family, but somehow she doubted cash was of any interest to their host. Born vampyres rarely needed money. No, Dominique knew from Ophelia's thinly veiled glee that this was exactly the trade she desired. Why she was so interested in Dominique was a mystery.
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Post by desdemona on Jan 11, 2019 2:25:39 GMT -5
sempis what are you gonna do with lucien after you butcher the poor bastard ]]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 11, 2019 2:47:47 GMT -5
Bronn Blackwater ;; Human
Well, this was shit-tacular, wasn’t it?
Bronn Blackwater’s dark blue gaze slid between Leigh and her captor, and the chained angel that had begun to thrash against his bonds as soon as he realized that Leigh had been captured. Bronn quirked an eyebrow; there was a relationship there, and as Leigh ignored the person holding a knife threateningly to her throat and began to talk, Bronn’s suspicions were concerned. “Asi,” she said softly, studying the chained angel for a long moment. A look of longing passed between them, so intense and real that Bronn was almost certain he could reach out and touch whatever bond had formed between them and play it like a stringed instrument; a harp maybe, or a violin. He was rather predisposed to the violin; they made such a beautiful sound. She ignored that her captor tightened his arm around her chest and pressed the sharp end of his blade harder against her throat and continued to speak in that soft voice, as if no one else existed in that warehouse. Bronn’s eyes narrowed; it sounded oddly like a goodbye.
“I’m sorry,” she told the chained angel, who was apparently called ‘Asi.’ A strange name; must’ve been a nickname, Bronn figured. If Asi was the angel’s full name, Bronn would be disappointed. It was almost… too feminine, too fragile. As if it was asking for shit to happen to the angel. Bronn resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Angels were weird, and did such weird shit. Bronn studied Asi’s face for a moment; there was a tortured look in his expression, but he said nothing, and judging by the swelling of his jaw, Bronn doubted he could speak at the moment. A broken jaw, if Bronn’s guess was right. Ouch. He’d never broken his jaw personally, but he could guess at the pain it would bring, if a broken nose was similar. Well, sort of similar; a broken nose probably held a candle to the bonfire of pain that a shattered jaw would bring. Leigh opened her mouth and continued to speak. “I’m sorry for everything,” she told Asi, once again ignoring the mortal danger she was in. That wasn’t surprising – Leigh was good at that, good at ignoring things. She’d certainly learned to ignore him.
“I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t worth it.” Frustration, self-loathing and guilt seeped into her tone, and she bit out a harsh laugh that lacked any humor. “I was such a f**king fool and the biggest mistake I ever made was hurting you.” Once she’d started speaking, it was like she’d opened a dam; it all came gushing out. Bronn made a face at her, but she ignored him as usual, far too focused on Asi. Speaking of… the angel strained fiercely against his chains, throwing his weight into his struggles. The post he was tied to groaned in strain, but held tight. “Remember what I told you at the bar? I told you that you were a good soul.” Even more tears were streaming down Asi’s face now, dropping to the ground below to mix with the dust and dirt and blood that coated the warehouse floor. “And I meant it. I meant it then and I mean it now, more than ever. And I was blind enough to question what I already knew to be true. That you are a good soul and you have more humanity than this whole damn city and the world itself.” Leighton was crying now, but only a single tear slid free. “I just… need you to know, okay? I need you to know that I love you and I’m so sorry.”
Well, that was dramatic as shit. Once again, Bronn resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Clark shook Leigh rather harshly, and the knife bit into the skin of her chest, drawing blood. “Shut up, you stupid bitch.” He slid the knife up her throat and to her mouth, pressing it threateningly into the flesh of her cheek. “You crazy bitch. You think he’s a good person? That he’s worth saving? He’s a f**king demon, you stupid bitch!”
Oh, ho ho. That was an interesting tidbit. Bronn glanced sideways at Kjorn, who bared his teeth in rage at Clark. So, Kjorn had done the horizontal dance with a vampyre, and a demon was birthed from that. He’d never have guessed that the noble Kjorn, patriarch of the Stark clan, would commit such a crime. And what a crime it was; the highest law on all the islands was that demons must not exist. To create a demon was to work against creation itself, and would carry a death sentence for all involved. If the secret got out, Kjorn, his vampyre lover and their son would be put to the sword. No wonder Kjorn looked so angry at Clark for just blurting it out.
Clark began to rant about how evil demons were and how they should all be killed – blah blah blah. Bronn tuned him out after the third word of his rant and focused on getting them all out of this shit situation. Each word that spilled from Clark’s mouth Bronn took a half-step closer, sliding his feet softly and soundlessly along the dusty floor. He was as silent as a shadow, and no one paid him any mind. They were all too focused on Clark and his prisoner, on the insane rant the man was rattling on about. No one noticed Bronn until he was just behind Clark, and the man was crying out in sudden pain. That was probably because Bronn had jammed a rather large dagger in the man’s right kidney. Shock made Clark’s arm spasm and as he jerked away, the knife dragged across Leigh’s chest and arm again. Bronn reached out, grabbed the back of Clark’s head and jerked him away from Leigh sharply. Clark stumbled back, hand reaching behind him feebly to grab the knife buried in his right kidney, but Bronn got their first and retrieved his dagger.
“I can’t stand rants,” Bronn told him. “Only crazy assholes and idiots run their mouth like that. Too bad your right kidney’s bust now, buddy.”
Bronn turned and shoved Clark in Kjorn’s direction. The angel’s arm whipped out wicked fast and clamped around Clark’s throat.
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Post by oвlινισи ✧ on Jan 11, 2019 8:32:33 GMT -5
Leighton Vallaway ;; Nephilim
There was no inkling of humor on any of their faces, but when you pan to the callous expression of the leader, his own face reflected appalment and almost humored disgust. In all honesty, Leighton could have kept quiet and yet that heartfelt look she had been giving Asi gave the cruel man everything he needed to know. The woman caught in the precarious position was in love with the demon, and Clark decided not to hold back with his ruthless opinions. He decided to kindly start with insulting Leighton, and she winced at her chest being bitten by the tip of the knife. Gritting her teeth together in a near growling fashion, Leigh side-glowered the bastard, but any potential words of retort were being forced back down whenever the knife made residence at her cheek. It led them to Clark’s next declaration, one that sent cold chills of shock down her spine. ”You think he’s a good person? That he’s worth saving? He’s a f**king demon, you stupid bitch!” He knew. He knew that Asriel was a demon. And that was dangerous information to have.
Her heart felt as though it were twisting with concern, her green eyes seeming to snap over to Kjorn on instinct. His own expression reflected the same, except with more fury.
Clark wasn’t finished, deciding to explain just how evil demons were in the form of an ignorant, loud rant. He had no mercy when he talked, insulting Asriel and his abominable kind to the highest degree. He even openly mocked the thought of Asi and Leigh’s so-called love at some point, like it was the most revoltingly ridiculous concept ever. And yet, it wasn’t. It didn’t matter what he said. Nothing and no one would ever change Leighton’s mind. He may have seen that love as an abomination. Leighton, on the other hand, knew better. Falling in love with Asi was the purest thing that had ever happened to her. It could have been different, her and Asriel. In an alternate reality, perhaps, one where Leigh didn’t make the biggest mistake of her life that night. If only she hadn’t been a fool, she could have showered him with understanding, acceptance, and compassion. Maybe they wouldn’t be caught up in this position right now.
Maybe Leighton not hurting him would’ve changed the course of this unfortunate timeline, of Asi ultimately being captured by such cruel men with zero morals. She could’ve met, or re-met, Kjorn under better circumstances. But even in the thought of a blissful world like that, Leighton still knew better. They didn’t live in a futuristic world where time travel was an option and people could rewrite their mistakes and change their destinies to something better. Leighton and Asriel didn’t live in that world. They lived in a world full of immorality and consequences, where one mistake could change everything. Leighton knew this all too well and she knew that she had to accept the realism of it all. There was no going back, and she could never rewrite the stars to change what she had done. All she was able to do was apologize and hope it was enough, even though it would never be enough.
There was no apology in the world that encompassed all the reasons why Leighton Vallaway didn’t deserve Asriel Stark.
Almost completely zoning out with these thoughts fogging the forefront of her mind, Leigh was definitely startled when Clark suddenly released a wailing shriek. Right next to her ear, mind you. It certainly made her ears ring, Leigh’s eyes going wide as she felt her body being freed from his gasp, but not unscathed. The knife drug itself across both her cheek and then her arm, the nephilim wincing slightly but the initial shock of the situation seemed to cancel out most of the biting pain. Stumbling back, her eyes had to adjust to the figure who saved her. It wasn’t Kjorn, but Bronn. Leighton was taken aback, staring at the sell-sword and trying to wrap her brain around- you know what, nevermind. She could say what she wanted to later, no longer dangling off the edges of life or death. Leigh snapped herself back to reality, and while Kjorn was given free rein with Clark, the nephilim used the distraction to quickly snatch her bow back from the one dude gripping it.
Kicking him backwards, Leighton quickly nocked an arrow and aimed it from one man to the next, taking in and out steady breaths of composure. “Drop your weapons and kick them toward us!” She commanded, glaring at them with resentment and then glancing over at one guy who let out a growling sneer. Leighton narrowed her eyes and then swiftly released the arrow right at him, and as soon as it hit his shoulder, the lackey let out a cry of pain and shock. “Now!” Leighton hissed again, and the henchman finally listened to her warnings, dropping any weapons on their person and kicking them away. The nephilim eyed each of them in caution before she glanced over to Bronn’s position, giving him a you got this? look. Leigh paused for a moment, though, studying the sell-sword before just giving him a sharp nod. Maybe one of thanks, maybe not.
But once things were under control, Leighton’s attention snapped behind her, where Asriel was still chained up. “Asriel.” She whispered under her breath, a breathless tone as she began to make her way over. Letting her bow settle around her shoulder again, Leigh staggered hastily to the prisoner and bent down to one knee, her eyes wide as she stared into his own familiar ones. Her mouth gaped, like she had so much more she wanted to say, but she wasn’t sure how right now. The woman looked so regretful and distraught with heartbreak, her hands delicately touching Asriel’s cheeks. She was careful, seeing that he was wounded in a lot of places, including his jaw. “I’m so sorry.” Leighton echoed quietly again, shaking her head and leaning forward to press a delicate kiss to Asriel’s forehead. Clearing her throat and trying to swallow back the emotions threatening to eat her up again, Leighton then maneuvered herself to the back of the post, going through the motions of trying to get those binding chains off the demon.
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Jan 11, 2019 12:08:09 GMT -5
[ woooo! alright, I'm gonna get to work on a reply do you guys want to skip after sempis replies for lucien? ]
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Post by servalstrike on Jan 11, 2019 12:13:54 GMT -5
(I would be cool with skipping if ℊℓоω and sempis are. I could even work on a starter for the skip right now)
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