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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 3, 2017 16:07:06 GMT -5
( haha that’s fine but reigns is gonna grumble the entire time )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 3, 2017 18:45:37 GMT -5
ok replying
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 3, 2017 19:10:45 GMT -5
.REIGNS.As per usual, Reigns ignored those around her, though she listened to the conversation. Dyzeck chatted with Nemo, filling him in on the heist’s details. Ebba moved about, placing bowls of stew in front of each person in the kitchen. Reigns inclined her head in thanks, but still didn’t look up. Even at the mention of her name, in which instinct dictating she look towards the people speaking, she remained reading. She couldn’t let Nemo know he unsettled her, no matter what. Reigns flipped the page to a diagram outlining the most accurate ways to identify the different levels of vampire -higher, lesser, ekimara, that sort of thing. It also illustrated the anatomy of a vampire, making special note to bring to light that higher vampires had the ability to hide in human form. She was aware of that, of course; she’d knocked off a few vampires in her day, and one had been a near ancient higher vampire. It had been a long fight, and she’d nearly been killed on more than one occasion. It was only her instinct, and the wickedly sharp silver swords she’d used, that had saved her life. Finally, finally, the vampire had made a mistake, and Reigns had been there, severing the creature’s head from its neck in one smooth motion. After she’d turned in the contract, she’d slept for a few days, drank herself into a stupor once, and then went back to work.
Reigns glanced up at the mention of portals, frowning. She was somewhat of an expert on portal magic, since she’d made it a point to gather whatever information she could. She’d known instantly that the flash in the window had been a portal, and she’d sworn up a storm as she dropped the training weapons she’d had and hurtled herself towards the library. The hum of magic in the air had been sticky and strong, clinging to her skin in an uncomfortable way. They’d been too slow, and all of their information on mutagens – which was a closely guarded secret – was gone. Rage had boiled within her, and she’d almost picked up the nearest chair and broken it. Just discussing the heist had rage building with her, metallic on the back of her tongue.
“You’d need the mask of Ouroboros to see the portal itself, and magically track it,” Reigns commented, almost off-hand. The Mask of Ouroboros wasn’t a well-known artifact, considering the druids of Skellige guarded it as fierce as could be. Legend said that the Mask had been crafted by the god Ouroboros, who, upon losing his love, had made the mask in an effort to be with her again. There was a catch, though: the mask could only be used to see into the past once. After that, it was useless. Ouroboros had never used it, as the story told, so it still held its power. By wearing the mask, one would be able to see the past in some location. There was a magic fingerprint, so to speak, in the library – a magical remnant of the portal, though who ever had cast it had masked it in such away that it couldn’t be reopened. Theory stated that the Mask would give its wearer the ability to see the portal as it was opened, and possibly the chance to track the portal’s destination.
That was all legend and theory, though. Still, Reigns’ instinct told her the mask could do what legend foretold. With a resounding thud, she slammed the book shut, placed on the table, and shifted to face the bowl of stew before her. She ate it rapidly, and when she went to stand and leave, she froze. Her gaze whipped about to land on Dyzeck, and she just barely resisted the urge to curl her lip and flip him the bird. What did she look like, a tour guide? Her cat-like eyes shifted back to Nemo, studying him for a brief moment. “Very well,” she quipped. “You’d do well to keep up.” In one swift motion, Reigns picked up her book, tucked it beneath her arm, and strode for the door, not waiting to see if Nemo had followed. He certainly did – of that she was sure.
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goodbye, my friends
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Post by ✦ вσвσ on Dec 3, 2017 19:55:39 GMT -5
hello friends this looks like the bomb dot com so mind if I join you guys? I won't be able to be on consistently until my finals are over which is thankfully soon
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 3, 2017 20:03:14 GMT -5
[ yaaas queen ]
[ I mean I should be focusing on school but f that lol ]
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goodbye, my friends
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Post by ✦ вσвσ on Dec 3, 2017 20:27:27 GMT -5
once again I struggle because I want to make too many characters~ oops but all the schools are just so cool
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goodbye, my friends
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Post by ✦ вσвσ on Dec 3, 2017 20:40:59 GMT -5
I will stick to three for now xD
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 3, 2017 20:57:27 GMT -5
[ I will make some more characters later lol probably a mage or sorceress ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 3, 2017 22:46:16 GMT -5
( ok np )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 4, 2017 18:04:53 GMT -5
( oooh yes )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 4, 2017 20:39:25 GMT -5
[ will prob finish Sora tonight ]
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ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Dec 4, 2017 21:59:42 GMT -5
.NEMO RICHARDS .If he was being honest, Nemo was a bit unsure of his reason for being there. The Trial of Grasses was certainly the most important ritual in the world of witchers. At the same time, he was unsure of what he and the witchers from the other schools could possibly do to help. It had been two months since the incident, so surely all the important clues had either been discovered or inadvertently destroyed. With all that in mind, he expected he would be permitted to leave in a few days. Perhaps this was all a formality. Nothing could be done; but seeing as it was a momentous occasion, it was expected for so many to be called to the rescue. All the same, he nodded to everything Dyzek said.
He did perk up substantially when Reigns agreed to give him a tour of the fort. This ought to be interesting, he thought to himself. He watched her snatch her book from the table and cross to the other side of the kitchen as if expecting him to follow like a puppy. He chuckled, pushing back his chair, and walked after the blonde woman. On the way out, Dyzek gave him a half apologetic look. Nemo offered a crooked smile in exchange.
He soon found himself being led up a long, spiraling staircase, the type one would find in a lighthouse. It was all rather fascinating, the fact that those three people had an entire castle to themselves. He felt an odd pang of jealousy.
“So,” said Nemo, “Got a thing for vampires or something?” He hoped to get some sort of reaction out of the female witcher, but he was also curious about her answer. He didn’t really understand the point of reading something in a book when the best way to learn something was to face it in the real world. He had encountered many vampires in his short time as a witcher. Although he couldn’t tell you the myths behind their existence or the names of each incisor, he knew a thing or two about fighting them. And that was the whole point, wasn’t it?
It was on the way up the stairs that he noticed how small Reigns really was. Despite being two steps lower on the staircase, Nemo would be able to look her in the eye if she turned around. It was rather comical really, and he wondered what it would be like to fight her. Theoretically it might pose some unexpected challenges. Her stature would affect her style of combat immensely, which might give her an advantage in the same way it is beneficial to be a left handed swordsman. He considered asking her to spar the next morning, but decided to save the inquiry for later.
“You know you don’t really have to show me every room or anything. Mostly I’m interested in where I’ll be sleeping. The rest I can figure out on my own,” he said. Maybe letting her off the hook for the tour would make her like him. He looked up at her under pinched dark brows, attempting to solve the great puzzle of the petite blonde witcher.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 4, 2017 22:47:00 GMT -5
{ ily ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 4, 2017 23:51:46 GMT -5
.REIGNS.Reigns’ irritation continued to grow with each step, though she did her best to hide it. Nemo’s presence was engulfing; the man towered over her like some sort of giant, making her petite form look that much smaller. She could imagine the sight someone would get upon seeing the pair; she let out a snort as that image flitted through her mind. Nemo walked close to Reigns, invading her personal space – and she’d guess he was doing it on purpose. His interest in her seemed to thrum in the air, brushing against Reigns’ skin like the gentle caress of the wind. Reigns was irritated at how much the man unsettled her; she’d built up a level of confidence over the years, but Nemo had punched his way through that almost instantly. It pissed her off beyond belief; what was it about him that unbalanced her so? He was a puzzle to be figured out, but unfortunately Reigns didn’t have the time. They had a crime to solve, and she, for one, was looking forward to sliding a knife between the ribs of whoever had dared to steal from her school, and her people. She was fiercely protective of the Witcher order, and would tolerate no threat to their existence. She’d meet such a threat with swords unsheathed and blazing.
Speaking of weapons, Reigns was, of course, outfitted to the teeth – despite being at Kaer Morhen, the recent heist had proved the fortress wasn’t quite the safe habitat that she’d originally believed. The petite blonde woman had two swords hanging from her belt, but that was also an illusion; upon removing the blade from the sheath, it would split into two, light, identical swords meant to be used as one – an extension of the arm. The blades had a slight curve to them, tapering off into a wide point ideal for blocking or disarming. The handles were wrapped in a dark leather, with a gold pommel and a gold S-shaped guard.
“So,” he asked suddenly, voice cutting through the quite of the winter night. The snow continued to fall, drifting lazily towards the earth in a fine dusting of white. A few flakes fell onto Reigns’ hair, highlighting the brilliant sun-gold streaks, despite the dark night sky. They were making their way up a spiraling staircase, to the sleeping quarters. She paused at the sound of speaking, swiveling on her heel to meet Nemo’s gaze. They were at eye-level now, and her mouth tightened at that. She’d never been fond of her stature being pointed out, whether it was intentional or not. “Got a thing for vampires or something?”
“No,” she told him, raising a golden brow. “I find that knowledge of texts can be just as useful as instinct in a battle.” She cocked her head to the side. “I’ve killed plenty of vampires; only one of them nearly killed me.” She turned back around, climbed one step, only to pause again as Nemo spoke once more.
“You know you don’t really have to show me every room or anything. Mostly I’m interested in where I’ll be sleeping. The rest I can figure out on my own.” She inclined her head, giving him a silent nod.
“If you insist. The sleeping quarters are one floor up.” She turned and started up the stairs again.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 7, 2017 0:45:10 GMT -5
[ you're fine ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 9, 2017 1:19:44 GMT -5
<3 ]
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Post by ℊℓоω on Dec 9, 2017 1:57:34 GMT -5
.NEMO RICHARDS .Nemo’s question was really a way to get a sense of this mysterious woman’s personality. Her response, as it had been to all of his inquiries so far, was the expected “no”. Thankfully this time she was a less cold. She informed him that reading about monsters was a tactic for future encounters. He accepted the response with a stern nod. Now they were facing each other, he could see the spark of cleverness in her golden gaze. Her eyes were like two spotless coins from the Vivaldi bank.
“Yes, yes, of course. We witchers are scholars before warriors.” The latter phrase was a common assertion of his late mentor. Nemo himself disagreed with it, naturally. Witchers might be knowledgeable on a number of topics, but knowledge from books was practically useless out on the road. That was his experience. Often while in the moors or mountains, he would find himself face to face with a snarling, ravenous monster. In those moments, his thoughts were not the men who paid him to fight it. Nor was it his duty as a witcher to protect the realm. No, his concern was keeping his guts contained in his belly and his skull fully in tact. Survival. And in those moments, he couldn’t care less about the history of vampires.
“Oh yeah?” he inquired, when she stated she was once nearly killed by a vampire. “And what happened with this vampire?” He smiled behind her back as she lead the way back up the stairs. Surely she wanted him to ask.
Soon they reached the fourth floor, and once again they were on level ground. Nemo found himself looking over her head as they walked down a long hall. Once again, the jealousy bubbled up within him. The hall alone was nicer than many of the rooms he stayed in most nights. There was no stench of spilt beer or rotting food. Everything was orderly, neat, and warm. There was a rug beneath their feet. It felt odd walking on it with his boots, but he refrained from commenting.
“Is this room mine?” he asked when they paused before a closed wooden door. His things were down in the stables with his horse, but he could retrieve them at any time. The night was quickly deepening, but it would be some time before he could sleep. Nemo was a nocturnal creature; like those vampires Reigns seemed so fascinated by.
At her gesture of confirmation, he pushed open the door. Beyond it was a darkened room. It contained all the necessary features, from what he could see from the doorway There was the shadow of a bed to the right across from a pair of dressers. There was a chest as well, where he hoped he could unpack his belongings. The moon cast long blue shapes on the floor. Nemo entered, boots clicking on the stone floor as he crossed to the nearest candle. There he halted before casting a practiced igni sign. A flame burst to life, bathing the room in its warmth.
It was then that Nemo laid eyes on the small table next to the bed. “Well would you look at that. The perfect place to play gwent. It’s a shame the company seems to have no interest in fun.” He looked at Reigns, eyebrow cocked provokingly.
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