Tazlure

Well that sucks.

Eilish rose with what seemed impossible quickness. She was seated when Langredoc's slap had began its trajectory, and before the resounding smack had reached its end, the daughter of Pan was on her feet and had placed a cautioning hand upon Langredoc's back. The pair exchanged words, and a newcomer ...

(( OOC: I had a series of unfortunate real life troubles... I am incredibly sorry for the delay. )) Hilda straightened even further at the mention of Michael Crane, her eyes glinting not with malice but with serpentine awareness. "Michael Crane is a dangerous man who thinks a little more highly...

Eilish's eyes betrayed what may have been the slightest surprise at Langredoc's intensity, though they retained their lurid and stark passion. "Pan is the god of passions. If one's passion for finding the truth is strong enough, well..." she trailed off, leaving the question to linger in t...

(( OOC: Sorry for the long wait and the long post! )) Hilda smiled with her eyes, a glittering and widening that could not be mistaken although her countenance did very little moving. It was clear that the Trothgardian approved of the statement, although externally all she offered was that twinkle i...

"Then we are in agreement." Hilda paused for a few moments, her eyes set upon Gani as he moved to his chair opposite her. Her smile was wan, but genuine, and for the first time it was apparent to Gani how tired she looked. Though she was cold and imperious, the starts of dark circles were ...

The baby's energies were translucent and red, seperate and distinct from Ashari's own, but there were similarities. Small whirls traced on the surface of the energies, almost imperceptible symbols (could they be runes) skidding along the surface with intensity. The similarity was mostly in those whi...

Ashari could sense the energy barrier shimmering, holes appearing in it like a bubble that has stretched too far, easy openings within her apprentice's defenses. The energies around Aerin ruptured and shimmered, and as the shields went down, a sudden flurry of images poured out-- skin pressing again...

Fortunately for Ashleigh, Krys either did not understand the words or chose to ignore them. Nonetheless, the search was thorough and professional. The only thing Krys seemed to do was force her target into a more uncomfortable position, spreading her legs wider and forcing her arms at an awkward ang...

"I don't know, I've had myself some really terrible lays, and in the end they were all worth it in some small way," Largos snickered as he spoke, still staring fondly at the posterior of the waitress. He scarcely seemed to listen to Falco's next comment, his eyes squinting fondly and his m...

Ashari could see the changes immediately upon the shield-- no longer were they loose brambles, resisting her encroachment only vaguely. Instead, the energy became more vibrant, living. Like a gossamer shell of emerald, it rose up, twining and twisting around. The energies were thick and heavy, but t...

"Well having a bed is just fine and dandy. It makes you think you have somewhere to come home to. It's not the house that people want, it's the comforts of the sheets..." Captain Derrick Largos began, the smile lingering on his lips like dew on morning grass. At this point, the waitress wa...

(( OOC: Sorry this reply took so long! Midterms, you know! )) "Loyalty is a trait my people are proud to possess," Hilda began evenly, her smile easy and bringing a surprising warmth to her features. "I wish you good luck in finding a thug, sir," the last offered to Mezatino with...

Krys raised her eyebrows at Ashleigh's flippant response, lifting her eyebrows to the sky for just an instant before returning them to the dock records before her. Her lips spread, unexpectedly into a smile. "Well I can see with an attitude like that, you're definitely going places in this city...

(( OOC: Stepping in here to provide some moderation, since the thread looked like it could do with some action. I'll be your supporter from here on out. )) "Looking for employment, are you?" a strong and brazen voice intoned from just behind Gani. Her eyes were dazzlingly blue, the color o...

Red. A sudden vibrant, throbbing red energy erupted from between Ashari's fingers. For an instant, the appearance was not so different from a long incision in the body of a surgeon's patient... only instead of blood spilling forth between her talons, it was a cloudy, unfocused passion. The thin tend...

(( OOC: I, a lowly supporter, have been assigned to your thread! I'm no Meridiuz, but hopefully we can have some fun. )) Largos smirked evenly, thoroughly enjoying Falco's flippant manner almost as much as he did the waitress's look of absolute irritation. "I'll have a Glenn Garrich and some br...

(( OOC: Just giving your thread some direction from the magical perspective-- you guys are doing a great job! )) Aerin's mind gave way to Ashari's probing like soft butter melting in intense heat, the searching fingers easily sliding into the pliant energies and thoughts that composed the young appr...

D'arcy keeps her eyes closed for a few seconds longer, forcing herself to calm her heart down and move back into the present. Thump thump thump, goes the steady beat. Just behind the throbbing sound, the woman hears Ophelia dragging herself up, and is relieved to no longer hear the sounds of vomit. ...

Blink. D is suddenly exposed to a startling panoply of sensations that she wasn't even aware could be felt all at once. Her eyes begin to water, her legs quivering and bending inward, her knees feel week. Her mouth falls into a small circle of surprise, her hands raise to clutch at her platinum hair...

D'arcy blinks slowly and looks down at the little creature that has seemingly attached itself to her body. With all the patience of a woman who has spent months in a state of penitent meditation, she tries her best to assemble the boy's rather confusing story into a coherent whole. "Sammy, Samm...

(( OOC: Posting with permission of the very sexy Abbott. )) D'arcy sighs as she looks up at the white house, not sure if what she feels is more accurately termed trepidation or anticipation. Ultimately, though, she rubs her arms thoughtfully in the morning air, and decides that it doesn't matter. Sh...

Her heart hadn't stopped racing in what seems like yahren, though in reality it had only been a matter of months since she saw the apparition. D'arcy always professed a belief in the spiritual realm as a way of never truly confronting the reality of her mother's death. On some level, she perhaps eve...

"Ghosts and spirits are most definitely real, at least real to the people who are blessed with the talent to see them," D'arcy smiles gladly at the new intrusion into their conversation, delighted to see once again that immediate, incautious intimacy that she assigns to the lower and middl...

((OOC: I apologize quite profusely for any inconvenience my absence may have caused; RL can, in fact, be quite cumbersome. )) She enjoys the taste of the wine, but finds the rather rapid drunkenness it instills in her rather disconcerting. As a woman who is far from unaccustomed to her drinking, the...