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Born: July 04, 2019 Forum Topics Started: 0
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01/18/20 at 7:48 pm
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The Black Rose~Yule Ball in Valhalla - VIP Lounge~
Created by River Song
Jack Angiers 01/18/20 A genuine grin lit his face as a familiar woman welcomed his return.

"Merida. Thank ya, darlin'. It's good to be here again."
Samuel Pearson 01/18/20 Giving a smile to the woman he said" Thank you I will keep that in mind.
Kiernan Tigra 01/11/20 The Angel raised an eyebrow curiously as Merida offered him a pen and paper and called him a celebrity, confused for a moment, until he saw the poster with his face on it. At that point he let out a laugh from deep in his belly as he took the offered pen and paper. To anybody else, it likely looked like a wanted poster, or a 'rare' creature sighting. To the Realm goers, it was something else entirely. Pausing for a moment Kiernan used a shop window to quickly sign his name. He took an extra moment as he hesitated, before adding a number to the corner of the slip. If nothing else, she could use it to keep in touch, he reasoned. "I can't quite say I'm a celebrity, but who am I to disappoint eh?" He chuckled again as he held it out back for her.

"I could see that." Kiernan agreed with a nod. His own experiences told him how much a father could care for their daughter. "Do you think it fits?" Opaque eyes watched her face intently as they resumed their walking.
Jynn 01/04/20 Thanks, I appreciate the welcome
Kiernan Tigra 12/26/19 There was a brief pause from him as Merida mentioned the Yule party. Kiernan had seen the invite, but had yet to decide if he was even going or not. Social gatherings were not his strong suit, let alone on his own when he wasn't sure he'd know anybody. More importantly though, that confirmed for Kiernan that Merida wasn't a 'Mortal', as he called the non-Realm goers. It was more than obvious he was of the Realm - considering the wings and all. "Ah yeah. I'd almost forgotten that was going on. I've been trying to regain my bearings in my hometown myself of late." The Angel was a little more vague than his new companion was; Old habits died hard, it seemed.

There was a brief shake of his head. "Look around, plenty of people stare." Sure enough, there were at least a handful of Mortals staring at Kiernan as they walked. He'd learned to tune out the majority of their facial expressions, while simultaneously keeping an eye on them for any signs of danger. "I'm not quite sure if I really fall under the group of Angels your family held in high regards." His wings shifted a little bit, and his gaze tilted downward almost imperceptibly. "I don't think that belief is silly though. As for my name?" A thoughtful expression washed over him for a few moments. "The most prominent one I know of is 'Little Dark One'. It seems just a tad fitting for me, I'd say." He chuckled as he shifted his night black wings once more. "What about yours? It reminds me of something that I can't quite put my finger on."

"I.." The Angel trailed off, not quite sure how to answer Merida's question. "I don't think you're stepping on anybodies toes. I've been gone for some time." He briefly counted out dates on his fingers as they walked. "Eight months? Maybe a year. It's hard for me to tell sometimes due to the nature of what I am." For once, he seemed to fidget with his hands momentarily, before lacing his fingers behind his back to stop the nervous gesture. "What about you then? I have a guess since you mentioned looking for somebody to ask to the Yule Party, but it's rude to assume." He smiled lightly, though not quite as wide as before.
Kiernan Tigra 12/23/19 An eyebrow raised curiously as the woman caught herself before introducing herself to him. Was that an alias then? "Doc Merida?" He prodded gently, a smirk playing across his features. Taking her hand, he shook it lightly. " Your manners are forgiven if you can forgive me my teasing." The angel's smirk turned into a proper smile. "It seems I won't be the stranger for long, so I wouldn't worry on that too much. My name is.. Kiernan." Kiernan had hesitated, mostly out of caution. The amount of time he spent on his own made him unwilling to part with much information immediately, even his name at times. "You needn't apologize for rambling. Nervousness will do that to a person." His smile did not waver as he nodded to himself briefly as if agreeing with his own statement.

"Care to walk and talk then? I'd hate to keep you from whatever you were doing before running into me. I was only walking, trying to enjoy being outside a bit more than usual. So I have nowhere in particular to be for awhile." The Angel had noticed she was glancing at his wings periodically, but felt it was best not to tease her further else he felt she might simply leave instead. There was that little internal voice that made him wonder if his eyes were still as unnerving as he remembered.
Kiernan Tigra 12/23/19 Sometimes Kiernan wondered why he went outside when the Holidays came around. Sure, the Mortals paid him less mind since they were so busy with their holiday prep, but at the same time the endless noise at all hours of the day was simply deafening to be in. It took most of his focus to even 'hear' his own thoughts at times. Right then, he felt somebody he did not recognize bump into him. Ordinarily the Mortals simply kept going on there way, but this woman had stopped to apologize. To him, she seemed a bit embarrassed about bumping into him. Chuckling, the Angel shook his head slightly, "No worry. I'm not exactly 'small' by Mortal standards." He shifted his wings a bit to emphasize that point.

Nodding his head a bit, Kiernan smiled and stepped to the side as best he could. "You may want to hurry on though. Folks never seem to slow down this time of year, and they tend to buy everything out rather quickly." Opaque orbs watched her a bit intently - in part to stay out of her way and a bit out of curiosity since she hadn't seemed to be startled by his appearance initially.
Rubella Frost 12/14/19 Ruby smiles and bows " Hello pleasure to meet you. I'm Rubella but feel free to call me Ruby and thank you for the warm welcome. I look forward to getting to know you all."
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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