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Last talked: 30.12.2020 12:15 |
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30.12.2020 12:15 | <GlennBurnie> I meted (is that a word? The right one?) justice. Twice as hard and twice as harsh and she had to like it. And now she's an It. Not her. Not whos he was. Just her dumb veils," and applause and appreciation and yes, company, but he didn't mention those things, "and occasionally you'll see an elbow or a knee or something. I've never seen It so taken with anyone but me." Though still |
12:15 | <GlennBurnie> he was keeping his distance and it had less to do with what was on her hands and far more to do with what he had been so eager to give her before he'd opened his eyes. It was a dream, and as such she could feel things that might not have been evident otherwise. He wanted to say something more but seemed apprehensive. Maybe he just wanted to hear her response first but maybe it was |
12:15 | <GlennBurnie> something else. There were limits. |
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Goblyn |
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Last talked: 29.12.2020 12:18 |
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29.12.2020 12:18 | <Goblyn> Elliot, whose chill disdain robbed her of her perfect pleasure. "Oh, you're a fine one to throw judgement, considering what you're ganging with. Why her?" She gestured toward the Creature with a hand suddenly coated in a greenish-blue slime, reddish hair tangled around her fingers. "I should think you would hate her, considering everything she did to you, so why not just let her be |
12:18 | <Goblyn> dead? It doesn't do any good keeping them around once they're dead. You only end up killing them again, only this time you can't." The muck on her hands rapidly chilled in the shade, drawing attention to themselves. She noticed them at last, winced, wished she could hide them, but since they'd already been seen she might as well be brazen. They made two long smeared prints on her bodice |
12:18 | <Goblyn> when she wiped them, but left her hands no cleaner. Still in a snit, she looked smugly back on the Creature. "An I am claiming something other that what you say it all is, then I am not doing everything you'd like me to do, am I? Which is just as I like it. I am having a perfectly marvellous time, doing everything except what you want. I think I'll keep it up a while longer." |
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Fionnuala |
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Last talked: 8.11.2020 12:31 |
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4.11.2020 15:46 | <Fionnuala> herself. She had known since she was a child that her dreams were unusual--the same dream every night, the same place, the same small task in a stone hut between sleeping and waking--but there had never been any danger for her here. If danger reared its head, she could always wake up. For him, there was no waking, and nothing to wake to if he did. He might simply be gone. |
8.11.2020 12:31 | <Fionnuala> A transformation slashed across her face as violent and quick as a flash of lightning: her eyes narrowed, her chin lowered down to her chest, and her voice turned chilly. "I am not to be thanked." Both tiny hands propped against the curved back of a chair as she leaned over it toward him. The insult stung. "You may do as you like," she said. "But there are always those who can undo |
12:31 | <Fionnuala> it--worse than undo. There are always those who seek to undo what good may be done, but that doesn't mean the good was never done. Not so here. All that is done in dreams is as fleeting as a line drawn through water." |
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Catch |
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Last talked: 6.4.2020 21:09 |
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6.4.2020 19:28 | <Catch> Rhaena, because he too remembers her far fondly. "I am going to leave. I will discuss this with Fionn. She will make her own decisions, as she will." |
21:09 | <Catch> He knows that there is nothing, here. Nothing to say. Nothing to 'win', because there is no game, here. It is only Glenn. Catch slips away into that Shadow, the comforting embrace of the Trees, fresh green of new growth and the decay as last year's leaves rotted underfoot. It is a long time before he feels safe enough to unwind his arms, bruised and scattered with blood from his fingertips |
21:09 | <Catch> and nails. Scent and air is drawn deep into his lungs with shuddering breaths. Yet he need not go and find Fionn, not righ away. She was She, and He was He. He would deal with this in his own way; and if she needed him, or wished to know how this went, then she would find him. Respect. It was a different sort. |
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^HT^ |
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Last talked: 1.7.2020 22:16 |
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1.7.2020 22:16 | <^HT^> into its glossy surface with arcs and sparks. As the loudest of the screams began to echo off the nearby walls of the tavern, the lightning began to intensify to the point that veins of glass were now in the earth, spidering out a good ten to fifteen feet, before the lightning began to coaless within that glass. The center round "pad" was now completely devoid of lightning, though |
22:16 | <^HT^> its innards shone with the same blue light. Without the lightning, the screams faded back into nothingness, whatever was going on now had its own ability to feed its reaction. With the completion of the runes, the light was pulled back inward, and for a moment, silence... darkness... hollowness.... until the column of blue light began to shine directly upwards, visible for miles. In |
22:16 | <^HT^> the center of the column, tiny points of light began to coaless, multiply, clump together, rinse, repeat. |
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Elliot |
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Last talked: 27.5.2020 15:31 |
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27.5.2020 15:31 | <Elliot> As statements went, that was enough to knock him back and into the well. It didn't, and oddly enough, the creature, his creature, had him rooted well so that he could stand tall. That's part of what she did, what she could do, if he but let her, if he couldn't stop her. "I'm just getting used to her," and he tilted his head towards her, not inviting a nuzzle of any sort, not that, |
15:31 | <Elliot> or a kiss onthe cheek, but perhaps inviting a fond glance. Mouth faded and a second veil climbed up the length to cover nonexistant hair. From between the two at the end, eager eyes appear. "and she only is nourished so long as I entertain her and she only exists so long as she entertains me. It's my choice, though. She. And me being here. And what will come. It's all my choice." And |
15:31 | <Elliot> so much else. How long until he decided that all should be his choice? What couldn't he take after all? Here in dreams? "Who's the goddess of thieves, then? Why have I met you when I only yours for a minute? Is he still yours? My body. I think he's belongs to my creature instead." |
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Defined |
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Last talked: 26.2.2020 17:45 |
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23.2.2020 21:12 | <Defined> "Well, they're suspicious of outsiders, so it is what it is. The flattery is appreciated however" She nods politely, returning to her soup to take up some time "You should have more luck" |
26.2.2020 16:25 | <Defined> (Try #BD_OOC) |
17:45 | <Defined> Annora has return to the Dagger, getting herself in the door with a sigh of relief. She's a short girl in her early twenties, wearing a large travelling cloak to keep out the winter chill, but also making sure not much of her is visible to any wandering eyes. She sits down with a tired groan, putting her head on the table, just relaxing for a time, before summoning up the energy to actually..well..order. |
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Cat |
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Last talked: 20.6.2020 23:22 |
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20.6.2020 23:04 | <Cat> Well, if he liked hearing it, she'd stop using it. Petty, but she didn't care. If the doors had still been closed, her answer to him would have been easy and quick. But the doors weren't closed, they were hanging open, and she was closer to terrified than she would admit to wake up and find out exactly how much of this was real and how much was a dream. Her fingers snapped shut around |
23:04 | <Cat> the baby rattle, but looking at Elliot was preferable to looking at that. "You think this was 'of use?'" She snapped at him, him and the veil-whatever-it-was. "What else do you want to break?" |
23:22 | <Cat> "And without those chains," She tossed the rattle at him abruptly. "What is left?" Let him have it. What did it matter? It didn't hold anything for him, just for her and one... maybe two other people. "I am going to wake up now." |
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Benedict |
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Last talked: 14.5.2020 16:44 |
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14.5.2020 16:44 | <Benedict> not leave her alone, even though it was Maeve and he had precious few doubts about her. Even before she was dead, she was a hellion. Dead and without limitations, who knew what she might do? But Maeve, at last, had averted her wry grey gaze to the kneeling lad. Tenderly she lowered her hand to his jawline, coaxing his face upward to look at her. All the Niall queens had a look to them, |
16:44 | <Benedict> far beyond the superficialities of their hair color and height. The current Queen had inherited the Nialls' legendary beauty, while Maeve's face was heavy and tempered, with deep creases outlining her mouth. It was enough of a mirror to know that this, then, was what Fionnuala might someday look like, if she lived long enough to live through hell. And I, she told him in a deep, mellow, |
16:44 | <Benedict> hollow voice, do not much like rude little boys who interrupt conversations. Her strong hand shot to his throat, thumb pressing on his windpipe. |
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Ainrid |
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Last talked: 16.6.2020 23:24 |
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16.6.2020 23:05 | <Ainrid> as an outstretched arm swung lightly against the inside, coupled with a soft yawn, before a very pretty heart-shaped face poked out, surrounding by a fiery cloud of red-gold hair, and a pair of large dark doe's eyes blinked out into the world. "Ainrid?" At which point the little bard found herself scooped off her feet and swung in a circle by a laughing, semi-awake queen. |
23:24 | <Ainrid> Ainrid saw him go before the queen did, and began slapping the Lady's upper arm. "Down, down!" The Lady slowed her spinning at once, glancing down in alarm. In seemingly a single fluid gesture, she slid the bard down the front of her, feet sound upon the floor, and rushed over to crouch beside him, her hair hanging in both of their faces. Her hand grasped his shoulder. "Elliot," she |
23:24 | <Ainrid> whispered. "Elliot Brown. Elliot Brown," for suddenly her head had lit up with the memory of his name. "Elliot Brown, we went up the rainbow together, remember? We stood on Cnoch-nan-Ainneal together, and you ran with the Hunt. I remember. Elliot, do be all right, dear." |
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GlennBurnie |
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"without much warning, he seemed to grey out, as if he wasn't anything but scenery and the only color in the room was Tam, the liquid, and the veils, which now smiled at her. "Don't fret. He's just having a moment. He'll be back soon. You may focus on me in the meantime. What's your..." |
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Goblyn |
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""Of course she'd be happy. They like to change things, and they think bein' human's the worst thing that could ever happen to someone. And...well...do you even want to have an anchor? " the raven asked. "I understand loyalty and preferrin' what you're used to but...I mean..." |
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Fionnuala |
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"stories? Cutthroats skulking in the corners? Bodies buried in the barn? Haunted by boggards and witches and wretches and fairies that lure the unwary off their paths?" She spoke quite cheerfully, leaning her elbows upon the bar. "You really are better off looking for work..." |
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Catch |
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"personal. It worked with G- it worked with Glour'eya. It worked very well. So. I will be wrong , and you will be right. That is your guidance." Catch has gone stiff, formal; he stands rooted , like a tree, lips lifting mechanically over his overlarge teeth. "You come to speak of Fionn...." |
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^HT^ |
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"were not there. Through the wood and peat and moss and sticks and rain and grass did the scent flow, until like a delicate flower caressed by a breeze, the smell would eventually emminate for about a quarter mile in all directions. True, the traveler wanted this individual specifically, but when..." |
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Elliot |
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"it as a spyglass for a head that had not formed, and the other cupped, quite literally, over an ear that didn't happen to be." |
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Defined |
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"Annora is already inside. She seems cold despite being near the fire, with her travelling cloak pulled around her, the hood down, showing her tawny brown hair, with pointed ears poking out. "Oh... .....Hello there" She nods her head gently "It's still that bad out?..I'm not looking forward..." |
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"open, flooding the hallway, flooding them with the memories that had been locked away, Jirai stood there, hands pressed over her ears, eyes closed... though really that was about as effective as her attempts to knife Elliot had been." |
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"ask before they altered you. "Hey!" Queens and...whatevers, all forgotten, he flung himself at the boy, catching his claws onto what passed for the lad's shirt. "You change me back this minute! I can't go home like this!" Suddenly, he remembered that he was supposed..." |
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Ainrid |
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"and did not need any humble banded bard to defend her, but the prism-creature, glass beads glittering in every juncture of her veil, reminded her of a spider's web. And this lad the hapless fly wrapped up in it. She had an interest in keeping him free for at least as long as it took to run the Lady's errands..." |
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Barney |
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"Once the woman picks out what she wants, the firbolg boy leans back into the couch, holding the blueberries to his narrow chest. He listens as she reminisces, quiet and entirely respectful. "Ooh, it be a shame t'lose 'er, then," he says, his voice very low, sympathetic. There..." |
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"He didn't want trouble. There was a simple rule in life: If you do not want trouble, do not go to the Broken Dagger. He was good with simple rules. She had given him so many and the means to stay within them, a simple path, a simple creed. So often, however, with her gone, with the foundations..." |
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"Levmeia didn't seem too fazed at this point by the fact that the wizard had his back turned to her. She'd dealt with odd people a fair amount, so this wasn't so unusual. "The hairpin...well, it was /supposed/ to make things easier. I'm not sure how much it's helping." She replied...." |
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Kora |
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""Ahh, well that makes sense." She nods her head a little as if it was all much clearer now. "You must be quite brave, to go off on your own without anyone else with you."" |
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Ominn |
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"Teeth and soaked boots didn't really leave him to care much for proper names. Besides, he could have wandered all the way to the North side of the lake for all the foreigner knew! [F]" |
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"And then the throat was gone, the humanoid figure collapsing into a pile once more. The feathers remained, but they were sprouted things, not transmogrified ones, and they both multiplied and began to match the colors of the veils. This Creature could not take, but it could certainly be gifted..." |
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Goblyn |
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"There was something of the coward about the man--he might have gone reeling back if Annora but said 'boo!' loudly enough--but he still gripped the stout broom in a hard white-knuckled hand. If anything, her apparent calm infuriated him. Too stupid to know when she wasn't wanted. Or..." |
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"It was a short struggle to keep from blinking in shock. The hand remained midair, waiting to be shook , but his elbow twitched a little, as if the hand might be snatched back. To cover for the gesture , he slung his sack on a dirty tabletop and pretended to rub his shoulder, watching the man sidelong..." |
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Catch |
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"He doesn't miss it. He may not be looking at Glenn, but there is much he can smell. But he'll say nothing, for now; answers is what Glenn Burnie wants. "I destroyed my first town when I was..." He struggles, as always, with the time. His eyes are closed to visualize it. It is bright..." |
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^HT^ |
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"The pattern began to erupt within the oblate sphereoid (Fionnuala) before part of the spiked bits peeled off. The hooded head cocked to the side, watching a mixture of emotions swirl around the spikes before they shrunk to tiny pinpricks and vanished. "Damn," the traveler thought..." |
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"but no way is anyone supposed to be dead. If you ask me, and you did, it makes way more sense that you're supposed to be in the well." The look on his face was entirely unique, one that had so rarely graced the visage of any human throughout history. It somehow entirely encapsulated..." |
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"that she'll change people's minds, but she still wants them to eat." |
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Cat |
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"She whipped around to face the older Elliot, but there was nothing she could do about him, nothing she could even say, because more and more and more doors were opening. It was more than just the click of the lock, now. As each door opened, it released sounds, voices, images, more..." |
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"and did not need any humble banded bard to defend her, but the prism-creature, glass beads glittering in every juncture of her veil, reminded her of a spider's web. And this lad the hapless fly wrapped up in it. She had an interest in keeping him free for at least as long as it took to run the Lady's errands..." |
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Barney |
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"while everyone else going in stared at him. He didn't really notice. He hadn't really noticed the stares at Alford, Stonebrook, or Swinstead; hadn't noticed the pointing from the boats on the rare instances when the river could be seen from the road. After all, at Wealdhold, there were plenty..." |
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Gahald |
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"I'm sorry to say." And somehow, it was clear that he was." |
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""Where could I find some parrafin, if I were looking for it?"" |
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Kora |
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"She couldn't help but to laugh a little at the joke that Annora made. "I'm a little jealous. I was never allowed to go about and play outside growing up, unless you counted gardening as going outdoors. No magi or smiths either. A dull life I suppose."" |
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"Froge nodded at the most sensible person he'd met today, casting a sidelong glance toward the horse and her rider before following along. "Bridge is North." he muttered to himself as he matched stride with the young woman. "Bridge. North. Got it." After a few steps..." |