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It was, perhaps, the first time that Warren had heard Kyra laugh. It set him a bit more at ease. Given how they’d come into one another’s orbit and how everything had proceeded since then, he truly appreciated that she felt at ease. He mirrored her energy, kicking back in his chair and propping his feet up on the corner of his desk. The tone could not have been more different. From controlled anger to terror-struck panic to this. A true spectrum of emotions. He let out an amused chuckle at her joke, shaking his head lightly. “That’s an amusing image,” he said, his voice carrying just a

The man wandered into the room with the cells, and tapped the vial of inert creatures. Into his vein it goes, and with a slight pull the red becomes pink as it trails through the liquid. They spring to life, as if renewed and revived visibly worming around in the syringe. With that his eyes narrow at Mari, making sure that she was paying attention before he injects them into his arm. From his wrist he takes his own knife, the very same that he knew Mari has seen rot and murder through virulent toxins. With a twist he jams it straight into his left shoulder and out the back. A grunt as he rips

Mari watched Jekyll a little longer, tired eyes almost staring through him. “You know that won’t work. Not after what you’ve done.” Mari muttered to him before pushing herself up off the floor with hands to her knees, she’d brush them off and follow Vitreous into the other room. Mari gave the man his space as he began to read her notes. The way his mask worked always interested the woman. Her eyes were fixated on his - the little mechanical whirr and click. She wondered if he had a photographic memory. If the little machinations took photos themselves. If they did… that was incredibly useful.

Vitreous would raise a single finger straight up to call for a pause before moving back to the table with her notes. Vitreous begins to pour over them more readily having discovered the source of the rogue sound. The acidic after tone of sulfuric acid lingered as he'd pass, the thing that kept contaminates from the labs. They had more then enough time to confirm his own study in contrast with her own, given the little timer that sat above the cell in which the NPC was housed. Pouring over her notes hastily, Mari would hear the metallic brass eyes narrow and open like the shutter on a camera. T

A stir as a stone hidden and pressed against her chest would vibrate - one of the stones Raidou had left her to warn her of an oncoming player; one that wasn’t her nor Lancaster. She kept her eyes shut and breathing steady as she heard footsteps enter the room. Her traps hadn’t been set off, a chance of half open eyes gave her the glint of a hooded figure. It looked like Atan - but she wasn’t certain. Mari closed her eyes again as she noted he was turning around. She waited till she heard him pass. The familiar scent of that same concoction stained his clothes. Finally Mari sat up

An adequate sample ripped from a brass device on his arm, setting free superheated stem as the pressure is released. A vial then capped with twists of fingers encased in thick leather gloves, bolted down before slid in a loop on a bandolier across the crows chest. His hands snap down with strength across its top, causing a cross section to fold inward and for that tool to collapse against his wrist. A tear of paper that streams out, and its contents read through narrowing mechanical retina of his bird shaped mask. Platinum, Zinc, Sodium, Boron, Hydrogen, Oxygen, Carbon. In equal measures the l

Mari was slumped over a table in her workshop. Lancaster had been pulled away for a few days and without someone around, it was the safest place for Mari. The thin entrance way is plagued with traps ready to go off, a spray of acid in your face, chemical burns on your arms, and a tile so thin that your foot would sink into the very bubbling acidic water that came from the river styx on the 10th floor. Only three people knew of its existence, her husband, Atan, and herself. So Mari felt safe here. She wasn’t sure when Atan would arrive, if he’d ever. The last task he had given her was a ni

Vitalis... The man was sweet, albeit a little awkward - and he was a fine time - but it was not meant to be. His eyes were fixated on another and Arsine was many, many things, and as selfish as she was, she would not get in the way of another desires. Such a thing would go against her entire code. What the man would do, was no longer her concern. Arsine told the man he could seek her out if his evening went south. Being a second choice was no issue for the woman. She placed herself firmly back at the bar; knowing full well she could drink all she wanted - an incomplete quest meant th

Ceres' eyes lit up when he leaned forward, grabbed the spoon from her hand and tried the caviar. "Ah! You did it!" She said in a delighted exclamation, clapping her hands together loudly. "The food here is so good, isn't it!?" Lavender laced eye stared at him in awe, watching as he chewed the caviar. He handed the spoon back to her and Ceres took it only to carelessly toss it over her shoulder, instead choosing to grab his hand - once again proving that she was terrible with social cues- and decorum. One normally did not grab anothers arm and lead them away, but one was not Ceres. She'd offer

“I really love this speakeasy shit.” It was if he’d slipped into her mind and given voice to her thoughts. Blinking in surprise, Kyra loosed a laugh that rang with the crisp clarity of a bell. “Very ‘New York in 1928’,” she agreed appreciatively, twisting to peer past him down the corridor. Distant alarm bells rang in her head, as following a man through a secret passageway was the fastest way to end up on Dateline. But those words of caution were as muted as the music. She had come to trust Warren, not only for his heroics on the 29th Floor, but in all of the small things that he’d done

Stella Sora - Noya - Lanna

PH Doing the Learnings | 258232 | LD: 15 Okay Lanna

Getting a really long drawn out explanation of exactly what was troubling her, Shiina listens intently with a spoon wiggling out of her face. Every so often she nods, as if stuck in deep thought while she swipes another spoon of pudding. "Hmm, dunno was here when I got here. No arguments here~" The songstress quips without paying it too much mind. "Alrighty, oh boy, want pointers?" She scans Lanna's expression but doesn't wait too long for her to accept. "One, you're trying way too hard to be friends with bad people. For real." Although the reply could taste a little sour, Shiina's chipper exp

*Was a request A later evening then the man actually wanted to participate in, usually retiring long before such low burning twilight. Finding @Ascalon in the hidden stretches of burrowed backdoors, where those that wished to sneak in would find passage. Not much in the way of discussion held with the man, a fold of the cloth off his shoulders would force it to disappear into a dimensional dresser. Within moments to the feverish orchestration of keys, his clothes would jump to match one of the twin mask. Easy representation in mimicry of a theatre of pain, one of comedy and strife. Or a f

11/22/25 (Crafting Respite: 250057, Ambition: 251253-1, Engineering Rack (Ext.) | +2 EXP, +1 Attempt, Little Fury Sword (Tablet) | +1 CD) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 258198 CD: 2 +1 LD: 6 Salvage Success (1) 8 (+6 Ambition) 2 258199 CD:

Luke looked over to see a rose colored haired woman looking over at him. She was holding a spoon with some kind of food in it. He felt like he’d seen her earlier, but everything was so swirly and odd that he couldn’t say for certain. He steeled his mind when he realized that she was talking to him. He told himself mentally not to be weird so he put on a straight face and gave a gentle smile. “Oh, uhm… sure?” he held out his hand to take the spoon and, assuming she let go, he’d eat the caviar. Having never had it before his eyes would open wide as the flavor rushed into his mouth. His cur

"Nice haircut Tex, you paid someone to do that to you? Guess we all have kinks." Character Design Plans: Martial Arts (Ferocity, ST shift) Weapon (Love) -> In the shape of a normal MMA Glove (Right) | PVO 1, BLD 1, AA, ACC 1 Armor (Light) | VD 2, HB 2 Shield (& Hate) -> In the shape of a normal MMA glove (Left) | Warding 1, MITI 2 Combat Mastery: Damage R3 Survival FTK authority Block CS | Whiskey Rose -> Requirement <<On the house>>, getting stacking benefits by consuming a special alcoholic beverage in one slot of BRI as a free action {System}.

"Shiiiit, he coughing.... First time?" Inventory: New Character Bundle: Support Silver Earring (Rare/Tierless/Trinket) - Loot Dice 2 Equipment: [Insert Equipment here.] Consumables: [Insert Consumables here.]

"This bitch serious? Roses are red, violets are blue. Walk the fuck away before I do it for you." Skills: [Insert Skills here.]

"I'm a be real with you. I know its hard, but when I jam my fist down your throat try not to swallow." Virtue: Sturdy: Amaya is not at all a wimpy little flower girl. Rough and tumble and fully ready to throw hands. Quite a few fist fights at the local waffle house or Denny's parking lot. Persistent: Girl be spitting teeth, and still get back up and lift um up. Haze has one hell of a pain tolerance and doesn't really know her limits. She's woken up a couple of times face first in a gutter, with her own blood dried on her upper lip. Courageous: There's a fire in her, that's hard to s

*Character Inspirations: Tae Takemi (Persona 5), Tomboy (Stereotype), Goth (Stereotype), Thug (Stereotype), Tifa Lockheart (FF7), Vi (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends) Profile: Username: Haze (Double meaning, like fog and also to fuck with someone) Real name: Haikyo, Amaya Age: 22 Gender: Female Height: 158.4cm Background: Amaya is a rather standard albeit somewhat troublesome girl. Born to Miho and Souji Haikyo, her mother a novelist and her father a painter. The very reason why she cannot be bothered to pursue the arts, given a pair of pushy parents. In hig

A surprised expression runs across her face. "Well it's nice to meet you Shiina, I'm Lanna" saying at she sat down with a smile. This person seemed very different from the others. Taking the spoon that Shiina had provided after licking it clean, she has eaten dirt so this didn't seem so bad. "Freya is a friend or at least I thought she was and Eruda hates me. I wasn't very nice to her in high school." Scooping up some of the crazy looking treat and putting it in her mouth. He eyes grow wide "Oh my god this is so good, who the heck made this" she would say with mouth full. The girl noticed what

A spark of interest mid devouring of a big bowl of pudding causes Shiina to pause, looking up with a smattering of the stuff coating her face. "Oh, hey.... you." Shiina searches her memories with a blink, looking from side to side trying to see if she knew this chica. "Do I know you?" Shiina remarks bombastically and bluntly, not really beating around the bush in the slightest. The girl was convinced she'd never met this girl ever in her life, and she was usually pretty good with faces and junk. Good ol' mental strength as a result of music composition. Scanning her features the girl looked a

The world narrowed to the heat of his breath against her skin. When he told her that he wouldn't stop, wouldn't leave her blind and reaching in the dark, something within her buckled. Not in fear- in recognition. The words he had spoken had landed in the hollow places she'd carried for too long, places she had taught herself to ignore. She gripped his shirt, fabric curling between fingers, she gripped it as though the act itself could anchor her against the storm that raged inside. His hands left her, working at his tie, he pulled it loose, discarding his coat all at the same time. Her h