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”Life is like a crate of Weapons, you won’t know what you got till you open it all up.”
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Born: July 04, 2019 Forum Topics Started: 1
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New York[SL] Living on the Edge - v2.0
Created by Merida Campbell
Hughie Webb 11/14/19 Hughie reached into the inner pocket of his and pulled out a small black card holder, he produced an odd-looking piece of rectangular metal and held it out to her. There was print on it in a couple of locations, at one of the narrow ends it was solid and had print the other end looked like parts from a model car - Five differently shaped, narrow metal pieces that were several times longer than the solid section fo the piece, and looked as though they could pop out. Overall it was slightly larger than a standard business card, but no thicker and it would easily fit into a wallet.
"My card, it doubles as a lock pick if you're ever stuck outside of something. I think that sounds like a good idea."
The card read 'Hughie Webb, TechLead' along with contact information.
Hughie Webb 11/09/19 Hughie released her hand after the squeeze and listened to her as she spoke, a sanctuary was some sort of clan, guild, or cult. He nodded his head in understanding and thought about it, there was strength in numbers. "That does sound like it may be a good idea.." He thought for a second again I may, at some point.
His gaze shifted to be level with hers, and he smiled. "Perhaps I will, however, I think I would need to check things out and get to know people first. I tend to be a bit difficult to live with at times." A chuckle escaped him "I wouldn't want to be somewhere and end up a sliver instead of a benefit."
Solomon King 11/08/19 Turning at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, cobalt eyes alighted upon the curious brunette. No recognition passed behind his gaze, and there was an aloofness about him that kept his response from sounding too friendly.

"Could be. Who's asking?"
Hughie Webb 11/06/19 He studied her face for a moment before looking to the hand she extended, his gaze lingered there for a moment before shifting back to her face as he extended his own hand. "Hughie." he introduced himself as he took her hand in his own and gave a gentle squeeze, not enough to hurt, but enough to let her know he was there. A sanctuary? he asked.
Hughie Webb 11/06/19 Hughie didn't notice the woman approaching him at first, it wasn't until she got near and he heard her speak that he seemed to be pulled from a world only he inhabited in his head. He studied her through bright blue eyes. People here seemed friendly, but one could never be too trusting in the beginning. "How may I be of service to you?" he asked.
Virelai Tylwyth 10/04/19

All throughout the Realm strange events were occurring, dark and dangerous things were stirring within the space they had all claimed as home. And yet, among all of those frightening happenings, there was an undercurrent of something more. Strange flyers were materializing at random intervals. On alley walls, grave stones, in pockets and upon coffee tables, tucked away in the most peculiar places where you would swear there was nothing before.

With them came the doors, black oak with a spindly red flower engraved in the grain, seeming to come from nowhere. They would simply appear in those same odd places. Tucked in an alcove of a back-alleyway, taking up space on a mausoleum, or within abandoned houses. And the flyers were the key.

On the selected date they would take flight, tugging and fluttering like moths to a flame, and lead the way – for those who were found to have one of those pieces of paper in their possession – to those doors. Others might stumble across them in those hidden places and place their hand upon the smooth wood, watch them swing open, and walk through.

That same red flower would bloom on the back of the hand of any who chose to do so. And there would be another pull, a shift in the air as they traveled through darkness, and a second door would open revealing a fog covered woodland. A short way ahead there would be a house, tall and strange, with a large black door inviting them in.
Virelai Tylwyth 09/11/19 Yule hummed a cheerful little tune as she sauntered down the Dungeon corridors, her eyes glittering with amusement behind the shadows cast by the mask that covered the upper half of her face. She felt good, awake, vibrant, and ready to cause a little mischief. And what better way to do so than causing a little trouble for the human police who always managed to snag a beast or beauty of the Other side despite their incompetence.

She came to a locked cell and stripped off the glove of her right hand while her left braced against one of the upper bars of the cell, lounging against them while she worked. Her fingertips stroked along the metal that went from cold to ice covered in a matter of moments. Leaning back, satisfied with her work, she slammed her elbow against the padlock and watch it crumble to the floor before opening the cell.

"Good evening." She grinned, sliding her glove back into place. "Seems a shame to waste the night in a cell, so I thought I'd lend you a hand."

You managed to break out Merida Campbell.
The Preacher 09/04/19 why thank you very much
Joseph French 08/26/19 "I think you're just cooking up some unrealistic expectations for who you think I am," Joe replied with a mild chuckle. "Maybe I'm just this nothing."
Joseph French 08/23/19 "What do I like to do?" Joseph asked, scrunching his face a little in thought. What DID he like to do? Recently, all he'd done was run away. Did that count as a hobby? Nah. He shook his head and shrugged. "No idea. Sorry, I guess I'm not really the best company."
Kristoffer Forsetti 08/22/19 Sitting on a log from one of the dismantled cabins Kris was polishing a blade resting across his lap. Basic in it's design what really set it apart from others was the design of what seemed to be tree roots growing from the hilt into the blade. Out of all his allies, the blade he cleaned was the most reliable by far. A woman's voice interrupted his solitude causing his gaze to shift upwards towards the source.

Pursing his lips he gave a nod. "Uh, yeah. Thanks. Very familiar with The Den." At the mention of being a doctor he arched a brow. "The way I heal, doctors are hardly needed. I am good with my hands." Lifting up his left hand he revealed what seemed to be a rune burnt into the palm of his hand. To those well versed in Nordic runes, they'd recognize it as the rune of healing. "Thanks, though."
Joseph French 08/22/19 Joe pursed his lips as he pushed the items back into his pocket, saving the pack of cards in one hand. "I don't really do that," he said, as he began to sort through the cards. They were tatty and a little torn and when he found it, the Queen of Hearts had black marker pen scribbled over her face. He held it out to her regardless. "Talking, I mean. I don't."
Joseph French 08/22/19 Joseph pondered the bottle in his hands, turning it around once more in his palm. With a frown and a slight gruff noise from somewhere in his throat, he slipped a hand into his pocket and produced a used deck of cards, a half-full pack of cigarettes, a couple of dollar bills, and some gum aka everything he currently had on his person. He held them out in his spare hand and returned his gaze to the woman. "Take one," he requested. He was never very good at taking gifts and didn't enjoy being left indebted to anyone. "Please."
Joseph French 08/22/19 "I am..." he replies, holding out a hand to steady the stranger. No sooner does he do, does he suddenly become in possession of a bottle. "Oh." He draws it closer, examining the bottle. "Why though?"
Flahme 08/19/19 "Merida, it's wonderful to meet you, even in these circumstances."
-thinks and purses lips-
"You wouldn't know anything about a party held by The Lycan's Den, would you?"
Flahme 08/19/19 You managed to break out Merida Campbell.
-sniffs the air-
"Who says demons and weres can't work together."
-winkles nose-
"I'm Flahme, now get out of this dungeon before the guards get here."
-grins and offers a hand-
Beau Theroux 08/18/19 Stroking his facial hair he listened intently to the woman's many interests while coming up with a few ideas along the way. "Alright, I will see what I can conjure up. I will also ask my teacher to see her recommendations. She has been doin' this for decades, so she know a f-ckin' ton."
Beau Theroux 08/17/19 Having somebody so interested in art, let alone his own, made the man rather giddy. With a passion for the arts he could go on for days about any and all of it. After a moment of thought he dropped his shirt. "Braveheart huh? Well, what else interests you? Right off the bat Braveheart can be interpreted so many different ways, but we can personalize it specifically to you."
Beau Theroux 08/17/19 "I would be honored to do so. And if you have any ideas, I can draw them up for you. Most of these are my original concept. My mother always put emphasis on the more artistic side of life so drawing is a hobby of mine." Thinking for a moment he lifted his shirt just a few inches and gestured to the image of a wolf's head with a bottle in it's jaws. "This here is the logo for my bar. I thought it deserved to be somewhere on me."
Beau Theroux 08/17/19 The male didn't mind her entering his personal space; he never really did. It was hard for people to put Beau in an uncomfortable circumstance since there was very little that fazed him. "Depends. After a while, you get used to it. Just becomes a little sting." A proud smile illuminated his visage as he pointed a thumb to himself. "Well, look no further. I did quite a few of these myself."
Beau Theroux 08/17/19 Without thinking he copied her action, pushing his own dark hair from his face. A soft chuckled left him. "Yes, that is always the hardest part. Afterwards, though, you end up just wanting more everywhere." Pulling down the collar of his shirt he exposed the top portion of the tattoos on his chest. "it's addictive. I have them all over."
Beau Theroux 08/16/19 A bright smile greeted the woman. "Why thank ya! I heal pretty quickly, even for my kind, but if my arm ever gets lopped off, I know who t'go to." A soft laughter was given at his own joke. Rolling his arms around, he gazed down at the assorted shapes and colors with a prideful look on his visage. "I wouldn't mind that at all! If ya ever wanna get one, I know a guy."
Vince Caruso 08/16/19 Why thank you.
Katarina Black 07/31/19 Katarina smiles as she signs her name to the poster. "Thank you" she responds once she is finished.
LillyEmperium 07/05/19 Welcome to the realm
Geoffrey Drake 07/04/19 Welcome to the Realm!
Hector Olivier 07/04/19 Hec mirrors her, smiling "You're welcome"
Hector Olivier 07/04/19 Welcome!
Beau Theroux 07/04/19 "Welcome to the Realm."
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