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Born: December 03, 2018 Forum Topics Started: 0
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Affiliation: Sine Metu Mail Replies Sent: 344
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03/23/19 at 3:22 pm
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Fiona MacKay's Biography
Long ago in the Highlands of Scotland, near the North Sea, lived a girl named Fiona MacKay of Clan MacKay. It is said she was blessed with the magic of the Elders having been born on Bealtuinn, or Beltaine, the light half of the year when the veil between worlds is thin. Even as a small child the Clan knew there was something special about her. Her curiosity and insistance to know of the old ways. Her ability to heal the wounded on the battlefields by a simple touch. Yes, Fiona was special to the Clan. With her they won many wars and grew quite powerful. Then one evening, Samhain to be exact, when the veil between worlds was thin once more, she disappeared. Never to be seen again.

That was eight years ago.

Not of this time, with no home, no friends and unable to see, I'll let you imagine what my life's been like.

"She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.” ― Charles Bukowski
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Esper Valari 03/21/19 Shir?

He said out loud as he started to laugh himself to the point of almost tripping.

You kill me with that killer accent of yours hun.
Esper Valari 02/19/19 What did you get? Any cookies? Alcohol...?
Kat Steel 02/17/19 Congrats on PotD!
Esper Valari 02/17/19 Grats on POTD!!
Mackenzie 01/26/19 It's like a bad rapper name...
Mackenzie 01/24/19 Nope. It’s done. You may call me Master always, now.
Changing my name, too.
Mackenzie 01/19/19 -mutters- Brat.
Mackenzie 01/12/19 Blind Bat
I never knew you felt that way.
Elisa Stratten 01/12/19
Esper Valari 01/03/19 Just, Friendship.
Esper Valari 01/02/19 She had the accent of an angel, she sounded like a Scot but he couldn't tell for sure. It sounded amazing though it drew a big smile on his face as he nodded.

Yes, yes you are

Taking the hand of the woman and shaking it firmly letting go slowly he replied back with.

And I, I am Esper.
Synetta 12/31/18 Nodding her head she considers Fiona's words. It would pinpoint why she looked at her as if she was able to see her. Aura's? Niffy little ability. She didn’t have anything that screamed unique in such a way. At least she didn’t think so.

"Well, your ability trumps what I have. I have the ability to run faster than most I suppose. And my eyesight its slightly better than a cats at night as well as hear better too. Is it an actual ability if I can live a long life without aging?"

She really hadn't noticed things that she could do that most couldn't. Even in her own kind. But then she really hadn't had much contact with her kind. Shrugging her shoulders she gave a small smile to the young woman.

"I can wrap shadows around me to help hide myself. My camouflage."

Still nothing compared to seeing 'auras'. At least she had something and it was better than nothing. She kinda envied Fiona's ability. Maybe because she didn’t know what it was like to have such ability? What if she didn’t have the abilities she did have, would she envied the ones that did have them? Probably. Looking at Fiona's eyes she thought out loud without meaning to.

"Do you think you would have your ability if you could actually see the world around you?"
Synetta 12/28/18 Syn couldn’t hide the shock that flashed across her face. Then her face flushed when the woman, Fiona, laughed. With a light laugh of her own the red deepened more in her cheeks at the mistake she had made. Blind? Her? No way! Her eyes grew wide in observing her coven mate. She didn’t look blind. But then she has never seen a blind person before. She looked normal. Her nostrils flared and she took in Fiona's scent. A scent she was unfamiliar with. Interesting. Maybe it's because she is blind? New discoveries intrigued her.

Tilting her head in hopes that would help pick up the words that flowed from her lips. Taking in what she said she nodded out of habit that she could see it then spoke so she could hear her.

"I appreciate the offer. A good friend is what I seek. Nothing sexual. Good friends are hard to come by. And if you ever need a favor or help I can do the same for you. That’s what friends do.".

She realized her hand was still in Fiona's and carefully removed it from her as she listened to absurdity coming from Fiona. Not liking the thought of being called anyone's Mistress or Boss wasn’t something she really cared for. Friends don’t call each other names like that and actually mean it.

"Just Syn or Synetta is good for me. It is pleasure to meet you, Fiona. You caught me by surprise. You do not seem blind to me. Are you this worlds Daredevil? Some kind of ninja in disguise, or something? "
Nora Connolly 12/28/18 "Right. The video." Nora nodded slowly. "I'll ask her." Perhaps it would alleviate her confusion or just make it worse. Some days there was no telling with Nora. For now she would just keep her distance from anything that seemed disgusting, that seemed like a reasonable solution for the time being. "Thanks a lot for the warning Fiona."
Nora Connolly 12/27/18 Oh! She was wrong. Nora tried to decipher Fiona's accent but it was to little avail. It sounded as though she was saying Fat Berg. Was that someone else's last name? Confused she gave a nod. "I shall take your word for it and keep my distance. It does not sound pleasant." Whoever or whatever Fatbeg was she didn't care to get caught up with any of that.
Nora Connolly 12/27/18 Nora stops, her brown gaze twisting towards Fiona. She offers a smile in return and a nod. She takes a brief moment to commit the name and face to memory or else she'd forget everyone she met within mere seconds of meeting them. "Thank you Fiona. It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Nora."

"Beware the Farbergs?" Now she was confused and it showed. "Who are the Farbergs?"
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Synetta 12/24/18 Synetta eye's roamed the walls of the Coven maze. Intrigued at the intricate twists and turns. Dead ends and dark tunnels that screamed death and despair. It reeked of mold and something oddly enticing. Fear? She couldn't pinpoint what it was. But she followed with anticipation. Running her fingers slowly on the wet and slimy bricks. She wondered where those puppies were. Ears perked at the sound of someone or something coming closer. Nostrils flared at the scent she wasn't familiar with. Then she heard them. The accent made it difficult to decipher what she was saying but she made due with a nod and thrusted her hand into the young woman's welcoming hand with a smile.

"I suppose you are? I do not know what it means in this Coven. Are you here for me to order you about? I know I am someone's b*tch. She is the blind one, I think. I am not sure if I like the idea of ordering someone about the Realm. Seems unusual to me. Especially since I am new. You would think since I am a new member that I would be someone's b*tch as a way of hazing or something gang related or something. Right? Wait, this is nothing sexual…is it? Oh gawd…"

She was rambling and knew it. But she had questions and nervous as to why she had a b*tch. This was new territory. Quite literally in every sense. Her mind whirled at the endless possibilities of what that could be. But she didn’t want to assume anything. She did not want to expect anything. Worry creased her brow while she stared at the woman. Forgetting she forgot to mention her name to her in return greeting.
Mackenzie 12/23/18 Fiona
You're the new girl's b-tch now.
Mackenzie 12/22/18 Fiona
Don't you worry. I'll take care of the b-stard.
And get you set up to be a b-tch again.
Victor Lockheed 12/21/18 *is caned in the shins by a blind stranger*
*grunts in pain*
*ignores the apology*
*snakes his leg out to catch her around the ankle*
*smiles euphorically as he trips the blind girl*
*picks up the wodge of cash she drops*
Oh. My apologies.

You hit Fiona MacKay for 228 damage.
You won the encounter!
You received $400.00.
Yoshima 12/20/18 His expression softened. "Ah...sorry if I sounded belligerent. Mack is a very...old friend. We like to yell profanities at each other across the nursing home, and wish for really good bowel movements for Christmas."

He studied her, noticing that she wasn't quite catching his eye. Interesting. They usually do, especially if he gazes at them for long enough. Was she blind? "Thank you for the welcome. May I get your name as well, miss...?"
Yoshima 12/20/18 He had to blink twice before she came into view. His night vision certainly wasn't how it used to be. Comes with age most likely, Yoshi thought with a wince. He studied the blonde. Coolly. "How did you know my very accurate former name, might I ask?"
Mackenzie 12/19/18 Scotberg
Fatbergs are all you need.
Just remember, they’re still technically on the island.
HingleMcCringleberry 12/19/18 I have no ****ing clue what you're saying. I'm voting you off the island this week!
HingleMcCringleberry 12/19/18 Just a woman whom I fancy is all the world needs to know at this time.
HingleMcCringleberry 12/19/18 Hmmm, couldn't have been me then Lass, I'm not much into the ladies of the night. I have my eyes set on a much more grand woman.
HingleMcCringleberry 12/19/18 Oh I'm sorry, my bad...hey wait, where'd my ****ing wallet go?
Athena Maximus 12/18/18 She smiled softly, “Thank you for the welcome!”
Mackenzie 12/18/18 Can't be perfect all the time
Still laughing.
Mackenzie 12/18/18 Fail
I forgot your blind.
Cannot stop laughing.
F-ck, crying.
Mackenzie 12/18/18 Liar Liar
Mackenzie 12/18/18 Not reading that
I never tell a lie.
Mackenzie 12/18/18 Pants on fire
Nae. It's Irish. I said.
Mackenzie 12/18/18 Scotyuck
You stop spreading those lies.
Khellen 12/18/18 *smidgen of grudging and a whole 'lotta pride*

*inputs digits with a sigh*
Shelly 12/18/18

*Gives Fiona a shot of Glen Fidditch.*

Its flavor is also smooth.

Khellen 12/18/18 I'm feeling kind today, so we will start off easy:

Three hours. Three thousand searches.

Khellen 12/18/18 I actually only give out my number to people who can complete more searches than I can within a set time frame.


Still interested?
Shelly 12/18/18

*I grinned.*

Glad ya liked it. I do happen to a have a stash of Glen Fidditch scotch whiskey. Unless ya never had it.

Shelly 12/17/18

*I get off of Fiona and gave her a shot glass. Nearly filling the glass to the brim I pour myself a shot and took a sip.*

You can kinda taste the alcohol but it's not overpowering. The flavor is smooth with a touch of honey.

Shelly 12/17/18

*Pounces on you and hopefully my alien body doesn't freak my covenmate out.*

Hey! Care to share some Paddy Irish whiskey with me? It's the Bee sting variant.

Shelly 12/17/18 You can call it that, darlin. As for your exit.. *I pointed to Fiona's left.* See that tunnel with the red and yellow lighting? Just keep going straight until you hit a metal door. Then you'll be outside.
Shelly 12/17/18 *I just smiled.* Thank ya, kindly. I'm surprised you found my hive. *The bees, ants, nanites, and other creature that become part of the Hive working tirelessly to spruce up the place *
Mackenzie 12/17/18 Fiesty
This is something that should happen by surprise.
One does not simply request to be bitten.
Mackenzie 12/17/18 Best Vampire
Exactly. That’s the point.
Mackenzie 12/16/18 Best Recognize
Only as dead as me.
Mackenzie 12/16/18 Wee Willie Winkie
So long as you made it count, beautiful. 😉
Mackenzie 12/16/18 Wee Willie Winkie I love that you beat on Cam so much.
Mackenzie 12/15/18 Scot
You'll get the hang of it. Cut your palm. I'll sniff you out.

Fake word. Scot's English is bullsh-t and you know it.
Mackenzie 12/15/18 Scot
Sinn Fein. Tangerine my patty ass.

F-ck. Where are you? I can't with this anymore.
Muckle isn't even a word.
You're stalling. It doesn't even hurt that much.
Mackenzie 12/15/18 Incoming Message: 😑 Buy me. I did not want to make a bomb. Those your wheelhouse right, Orange?

How much? And what? Suddenly you do?

Do I look like an Orange to you? How f-cking rude.
Mackenzie 12/15/18 Incoming Text: Tell me Chubb's woman! And asking for a bite. Your phone need to make a bomb.

Okay? Chubb. You're a Chubb. I'll gladly bite you. No need to bomb the place.
Mackenzie 12/15/18 Incoming Text: Ye wage me mins? Enoch and willies with you Mack. Ian if call me beautiful.

Getting biblical with me, now? I can give you all the minutes you desire. Just a little bite. ;)
Mackenzie 12/15/18 Incoming Text: Pour off Ye head with Irish are beater.

Mackenzie stares, reads, rereads. She smirks, laughs, and quickly taps out her reply.

And you're not even drunk. Beautiful.
Mackenzie 12/15/18 My Da was a f-ckin’ Orangeman.
-Not sure why this is so irritating-
-Glowers, huffs, crosses arms-
He was a Protestant, Brit loving sh-t.
How is this funny?
Mackenzie 12/15/18 -Narrows eyes, frowns-
He was.
F-ckin’ Scots.
-Never said it was a good lie-
Mackenzie 12/15/18 -Blinks, pauses, chews lip-
-Decides to lie-
Da was an Orangeman.
-Not a lie, but a lie-
Mackenzie 12/14/18 -Grins and takes phone-
-Taps away: Irish are Better-
-Places back in Fi's hands-
You have no idea how excited I am.
Please text. Often.
Mackenzie 12/14/18 Really? Give me your number. I bet you are fantastic when drinking.
Mackenzie 12/14/18 Can you text?
Raze Wraith 12/07/18 “Oh please, you remind me of someone. My little sister, though you are far less annoying that she is.” He guides her gently to a room that held her scent the most, “Here we are. Now, are you looking for anywhere in particular to go, or just getting used to the maze they made out of the tunnels?”
Raze Wraith 12/07/18 He grins and throws and arm around her shoulders and begins guiding her around, “Please Miss, you and I both know your awareness is too good for me to beat! Besides I was just thinking of a way to walk you safely home so you aren’t assisted by some stranger, us coven members have to stick together!”
Jewel Valari 12/04/18 She'd do just fine. In truth, Mackenzie was far from horrible. She simply expected things and didn't take well to being ignored -- as any leader should be. Things were typically calm about the coven. There was little uproar within if any at all. Lips curled into a devious grin as she looked onto Fiona. "You know.. Come to think of it, I think Elisa and yourself could be great friends." That is if Elisa allowed it.

"You'll do great. Nice meeting you, Fi."

Jewel Valari 12/04/18 "Fiona? Fi. Well, welcome Fi." Glanced around. "Sort of? When the tiny terror tells you to do something, you'd be silly not to listen." An understatement. Had obviously been speaking of Mackenzie. Tiny but brutal. It was easier just to listen. "She appreciates when we are at least kind to our own. Everyone else is just lunch." Small shrug of her shoulders. It was something they all learned if they hadn't come in with prior knowledge.

"Do enjoy your stay. By the way? Elisa bites." She was warned.

Jewel Valari 12/04/18 Had been strolling, wandering.. Something or someone new everyday. They all had been given notice on the new member which meant yet another new face. It would be difficult to remember everyone yet it seemed it was hard to forget any of them. They all stood out. Perhaps their appeal? She'd approach, yet keep her distance all the same. "Hello.. Welcome to Sine Metu. I'm Jewel."
Jasper Thompson 12/04/18 “Just yourself,” is the cheery response as he dusts himself off needlessly and looks over his handiwork. Then, he turns his happy grin to the woman, a nonchalant shrug preceding the extra thought. “Or if you have an alcohol you prefer, but we usually do a good job of catering to anyone and everyone.”

Inching toward the door, he prepares to give her the space needed to get accustomed to a new place, eyes roving over the place to make sure he didn’t miss anything. He won’t warn of the festivities, preferring for the newcomers to get the full effect. “Bring your A-game. They’ll surely give you a run for your money.” He winks, forgetting who he’s talking to momentarily before awkwardly pausing, shaking his head, and leaving, calling over his shoulder to reach out if she needs anything.
Camille 12/04/18 She crossed her arms. The gesture was more for herself and her irritation than the person before her, obviously... Considering that she couldn't see her. Allegedly.
"One wild guess where you heard that from."
A roll of beryl colored eyes followed suit.
"A ridiculous rumor started by a bush-league Irish girl. Never you mind her allegations. I function just fine."
She thought about offering her hand, but decided that she'd only end up looking silly.
"I'm Camille. And I reckon you're the newest part of our little subway club. I'm no tour guide, but I suppose if you need any help, I'll do my best to oblige."
Her saccharine grin returned. "Us girls got to stick together."
Jasper Thompson 12/04/18 Jasper mindfully watches her for a moment, settling in on how she keeps a hand in front of her to feel her way around. It’d be cake, once it became normal, he has no doubt of that. But until then...

“Nothing to worry about, I’m just not good with accents, especially not one as thick as the Scot’s.” An easy laugh follows the statement, Jasper not being one to sugarcoat. And let’s be honest; it’s like they speak a damn different language. “I’ll be right back...”

Moments later, he returns with a container of nails and some ratty blankets. Having forgotten a hammer, he growls, overcoming and adapting on the spot. The brute strength of his thumb pushes the nails into their places, and before long, he’s temporarily cushioned every soft edge in the place. It’s not out of pity; it’s just so she can adapt, and sharp corners and splintered edges are unforgiving. “I do hope you’ll come to the Christmas party,” he hums right along, as he finishes his work, “it’ll be a good way to get to know everyone.”
Camille 12/04/18 Camille nodded, and then allowed her eyes to wander more freely over the strangers face.
"Blind, you say? Hmm."
Her head canted slightly to the side.
"What a strange concept, to never have seen your own face. But I guess that means you've never had to experience ugly people. Lucky you."
Sarcasm. So much sarcasm. But Camille isn't exactly proficient in empathy in this form. Once upon a time, perhaps.
Jasper Thompson 12/04/18 “Well, I didn’t think you were dumb...” His feelings a bit chafed, he rises from whatever-the-hell he is sitting on and fixes her with a stony glare that she can’t even see, so what’s the point. He sighs. A glance around would assess they are indeed in what appears to be an old janitor’s closet. Jasper has merely assumed this was her chosen abode; far be it from him to judge.

“Well, certainly. I didn’t know you didn’t have one. Here, I’ll—“ Like a true gent, he reclaims the fish bowl and begins the process of leading them to her new room. It’s a process because he keeps glancing back to ensure she’s following, unsure of whether or not he should have offered an arm or if that’s rude. To be safe, he stays within arm’s reach of her.

Jasper halts in front of a door, swinging it open and stepping aside to allow her access before following her in and setting Ron on the nightstand satisfactorily. “Need anything else, then?”
Raze Wraith 12/04/18 He smiles gently, “Very well, but if you ever need help just call out, I’m very good at hearing my name.” He waves gently before beginning to wander off, “Just remember Phantom, that is my name!”
Jasper Thompson 12/04/18 It’s important to note that Jasper rarely adheres to boundaries, so the fact that she could be sleeping in her bed does him no nevermind. In fact, he takes it upon himself to sit on her bed as he’s fully unprepared for the response that he’s met with. A hand rubs at the back of his neck. Is she... speaking English?

Sharing his head, he puffs out his cheeks exasperatedly. “Jaaaaaspeeeeerrrr.” He draws it out slowly, hands on his chest, certain that she just doesn’t speak the same language and therefore, doesn’t understand. “This,” he taps the bowl lightly, “is for you.” He then proceeds to make an odd, giving(?) gesture with his hands, eyebrows raising as a question of understanding.
Raze Wraith 12/04/18 “Obviously you’ve never had your ribs shattered by a blind fighter. However the reason I ask is because if it is natural I can give you sight, but if it’s a curse I may be able to lessen it a bit. In either case I ask only with the intent to see if I could help.” He raises as eyebrow at the dirk she had her hand on, “If you want to stab me go ahead, it won’t do much...well, it’ll make me have a new hole for a few seconds, but still.”
Jasper Thompson 12/04/18 The tunnels were quiet this morning as he lowers himself down from his night out. In his arms, he carries a bowl filled with water, colorful rocks, and a little castle with a leafy... tree thing, that seems to be made of plastic? Whatever. It’s cute. A little rainbow beta fish swims around in his new home, probably much happier now that he’s out of the small, two inch container with one inch of water. Jasper isn’t sentimental, but who likes living in such rancid conditions, right?

Spotting the newcomer, he deposits the fish into her surely waiting arms, a smile stretching his lopsided mouth. “Good, you’re here. I’m Jasper, and this is your welcome/Christmas gift.” Hands propped on his knees, he leans down to gaze adoringly into the fish bowl before his gaze rises to hers. “I named him Ron, but he’s yours now, so... you can change it, I guess.”
Raze Wraith 12/04/18 His eyes narrow slightly as he leans closer to examine her eyes, “Hmm...just asking for the sake of knowing, but is your blindness a curse, or is it naturally occurring?” He didn’t mean to be insensitive but nobody would ever claim he was the nicest or most subtle of beings in the cosmos. However, he was a natural born protector and his nature demanded he helped everyone who didn’t point a blade at him.
Kat Steel 12/03/18 "Welcome to the Realm."
Raze Wraith 12/03/18 “Welcome to the insanity that is the coven. Few quick points, watch out for Mack when she is drinking, which is every night, and don’t let Jasper out of his crate...takes long enough to get him in there the first time.” He grins and offers his hand, “I’m Phantom, the cook/handyman/cleaner/attack dog of Sine Metu, and its a pleasure to have you on board!” His ten foot height hopefully wouldn’t unnerve the new comer too much, that or his naturally dark aura.
Mackenzie 12/03/18 “You cut Cam down so precisely, I’m convinced your tongue is made of gold.” Mackenzie values cheeks. She lives for it. And don’t worry - she’s observant enough. Jokes are always enjoyed. “What a f-ckin’ craic. I’ll have you seeing evil before you know it.” See? Jokes.
Mackenzie 12/03/18 Quick as a goddamn whip, Mackenzie's little smile grows and grows until delighted laughter is bubbling to the surface. "F-ck me," she mutters.

"It's based in New York, though you are free to roam. Parking is ill-advised. My only catch is that I like to retain my people, until they so choose to move on to greater things." And, much more softly, she would admit:

"Collecting interesting people is, yes, my thing."
Mackenzie 12/03/18 "Children? Oh, no." Shaking her head, Kenz finds herself somewhat alarmed at how quickly the woman goes to arms.

"My name is Mackenzie. No children are getting hurt," her sights would flicker over the woman, sure that she might just get her ass handed to her. "It was an expression. I mean to say, I've a coven. Sine Metu. You've interested me. It's not an actual kidnapping."

Clearing her throat softly, she comes to terms with how crazy she actually must sound. "It's an invitation."
Mackenzie 12/03/18 Huh. This one is quite open in her communication. Mackenzie is without a doubt colored impressed. A slight grin tugs at the corner of her mouth. "I like your spunk. You can shank her, as it is. How do you feel about light kidnapping?"

It's a joke. Maybe not. It might not be a joke. Mackenzie is not above it. She must have this one. "What's your name?"
Mackenzie 12/03/18 "It's a 90s thing," Mackenzie doesn't miss a beat. "She smashed things with a pan and said that that was your brain on drugs." Lowering her voice, she makes clear again, "Her brain is on drugs."
Mackenzie 12/03/18 "Don't listen to that blond b-tch," Mackenzie steps up, eying Camille as she clearly sides with the stranger. "She fried her brain years ago. She should have been watching those Rachael Leigh Cook commercials."
Dessa Chambers 12/03/18 Welcome to the Realm!
Camille 12/03/18 Hmmm. You are pretty, but the Realm has met it’s quota of troublesome blondes.
-drinks some purple kool-aid-
Perhaps a trip to the salon is in order?
-smiles a little too sweetly-
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