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Born: August 14, 2019 Forum Topics Started: 7
Race: Witch Forum Posts / Replies: 18
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Last five threads posted in:
ForumSubjectLast Post
New OrleansYou can take the man out of the Bayou...
Created by Nicolas Murray
ContestsRoleplay of the Month
Created by Zeddicus Zorander
New York[SL] Normality is Death
Created by Lila Parikh
Vexa 10/23/19 *tilts her head and stares*
*stares at him so hard*
*stomach rumbles*
Livia Vlcek 10/23/19 *chuckles quietly* Mister Murray, I think you are quite right.
*shifty eyes* Always looking for a co-conspirator when it comes to tormenting dear Kat.
Delilah Palmer 10/23/19 "Yes another fresh face. Thank you for the welcome!"
Livia Vlcek 10/23/19 *grins* Shit.. I'd pay just to see her get bitten in the ass.
*offers her hand* Deal.
Livia Vlcek 10/22/19 *raises brows, appreciates the jazz hands*
*spirit fingers*
That somehow makes them less scary.. can they be killed the usual way orrr are they still like, wandering about after you dump a magazine into them?
*sheepish smile* Asking for a friend..
*ponders this money making scheme* About that.. I still need to speak to Katherine about phone calls she made on my cell account. To the Aether. Those were some hellacious bills and nearly drained my bank account.
Livia Vlcek 10/22/19 *nods* Attics are good so I'm not in the way. I don't want to be intrusive.
*is probably already intruding.. sorrynotsorry trying to avoid stranger danger* Nic, it's very nice to meet you.. please go on about zombies.. I'm curious now.
*blinks* Wait. She's moved onto alligator wrestling? Really?
*whispers* You should stop her.. I should have stopped her at the monkey juggling. Honestly, you need to stop her because this is just escalating.
Vexa 10/22/19 Swamp. Had she ever seen the swamp? Not that she could recall. She's traveled to many place but the swamp, not so much. Was this where she was then? All Vexa knew was she found a few very old graves that were very much needed at the time. The woman dusted off a hand on her leggings before offering it to Nicolas. A quick shake, not too hard or soft, her arm falls to her side. "Vexa." She points to herself as the name, barely audible, is pushed with great force from her throat. "The swamp sounds wonderful. Thank you, Nicolas Murray."
Vexa 10/22/19 Copper eyes watch curiously the man's movement. Vexa is determining if he is an immediate threat. His brow furrows, she tenses. His hand upon his chin, a nod, her body remains poised for possible combat. Chere. A term of endearment, 'French' she thinks. Or a dialect of. She offers a closed lipped smile to the man, her eyes unblinking. "I'm lost." She mouths the words, without voice. A failed attempt to clear her throat, Vexa digs into the satchel she carries, scribbles a note to the man.

Shelter perhaps. A safe place to rest? A meal maybe. I work hard. Will pay my way.

The 'necromancer' hands the note to the man and stares once more through amber eyes, face full of innocence. She waits.
Livia Vlcek 10/21/19 *brows raise at his sigh*
She wasn't expecting me but I figured if she could hide in my attic once, I could hide in hers.
*nods, smiles amicably*
*is pulled into the house suddenly, frowns but might actually be frightened*
Do you have alligators? I don't want him returning brainless and ghosts just don't seem painful enough.
*sheepish smile, holds three fingers up*
Scouts honour..
Livia Vlcek 10/21/19 *carries a bag of clothing*
*looks around*
*forehead creases with confusion* Bonsoir.. I'm looking for Katherine. I'll be living in your attic for a few weeks until my kidnapper husband stops looking for me.
*extends hand* Dani.. California..
*nervous smile*
London 10/21/19 "In such closed quarters, too."
*lofts a brow*
"Merci. It should be interesting if nothing else."
Gabe Marlowe 10/21/19 Whiskey or Scotch? Gabe panicked a little. He thought they were the same. Man, he didn't want to look like a fool, but all he drank was beer. "Uh, Whiskey." He tried to sound like he know just what the eff he was talking about, but probably failed.

He laughs a quietly, "Depends on where we are mate. I can legally drink in Manchester, though that never stopped me before. If we're in the good old U S of A, I'm afraid i may be a year shy of that 'drinking age'."

Gabe took his hand and give a firm shake, "Nice to meet you, Nicolas. Gabriel Marlowe, but most people just call me Gabe." He was grateful that someone was willing to offer him some answers, and Nicolas seemed like a decent guy so far. If he wasn't, well, Gabe knew how to run. "Some answers would be great, thanks."
Murmur 10/20/19 Smiles and nods " I am thank you kindly."
Gabe Marlowe 10/19/19 So many welcomed, few offered help. Although, to be fair, he probably wouldn't want to offer help to someone like him. Standing there, looking all confused and helpless. "Uh, yes. You see. One minute I was somewhere else and now I'm here. And honestly, while it looks somewhat like a normal city, I haven't the slightest idea where here is."
Katherine Murray 10/19/19 -snorts-
I can still eat you.
-blows kiss-
Virelai Tylwyth 10/19/19 It was a touch of a cold hand, a sensation that would raise the hair on the back of the neck of even the most imperceptive creatures. It was darkness, the touch of death, or near enough to it. A ghostly whisper against the back of the neck. “Nicolas Marceau.” The voice rustled like fallen leaves against the mind. “I have come to you to fulfill your end of our bargain.” This was not the woman, Yule, that Nic had met. It was the essence that lived inside of that body, something darker and more frightening.

“I am out of time.” There was a wrongness to this soul, this spirit, reaching out along the thin thread of connection that bound them temporarily to one another. She had come to collect, to raise the dead. And what better creature to assist her in this than one who played with the bodies of the dearly departed for a living. Icy fingertips ran down the spine, a whisper, urgent and hollow, hissing through the mind. “Look for the door with the Red Lily and go through. Come find me as quickly as you can.” It seemed she might have said more, but the tenuous communication snapped short, the sensation of ice vanishing along with it. She could only hope that he made it in time. Before the last dregs of life left her completely.
Katherine Murray 10/17/19

-is already dancing-
-is probably already drunk-
-is so graceful-
Katherine Murray 10/10/19 She was basically a limp noodle; it was just easier if Katherine went along with whatever he decided to do, especially considering he somehow always turned her snarkiness around on her. It was, for the most part, quite fun. And extremely hilarious.

Wedded bliss; who knew?!

So, boots later. Celebration would come.

She was not getting out of an explanation; clearly.

”Would it help if I had told her to kill it with fire?”
Katherine Murray 10/09/19 You won that round. *dies*

Katherine Murray 10/09/19 “A month? Really? It feels more like a lifet...” Katherine wouldn’t complain about being kissed quite thoroughly, they had barely had time to see one another with working on their plans, so this was definitely a pleasant break from everything else.

”We will have to find some time to celebrate later, I’m searching for rubber boo... what?”

Oh, dear.

There might have been some nervous giggles after pulling a face, there really was no other way to explain Mara, not that she would anyway; Kat was sooo very good at avoidance. Not really. But she was trying.

“So, you met Amaranthe?”
Thorne 10/08/19 Nicolas Marceau just failed at stealing money from you!

Scent played a very large role in the way that the scarlet tressed Witchling used to track down her Dark Mother's current, and hopefully last, Beau, mis-matched oculars of green and blue glowing pale in the dim lighting as head tilts back and nostrils flare, even lips part and tongue delves out to taste of the air about her, savoring the melting pot of flavors that made her rumble a sound of dark appreciation when the faint tang of copper assaulted her tastebuds.

A tug at her long skirts drew a smile upon crimson painted lips and she tilts her head down to settle gaze upon the distortion that clung to her left leg, to which she reaches down and pats at a tuft of sparse red hair and badly sutured skull and face.

"Soon, my little creation. Soon shall you be brought to Him." Dulcet tones seemed to calm the fidgeting and said creation took to hiding within the volume of gossamer skirts, properly shadowed once more before crimson beauty stills and scents the air once again only to feel the ghost of a touch caress her form in search of a wallet or purse of sorts only to come up empty handed, sort of.

Before the gowned woman had a chance to respond, from beneath the shadows of long skirts the creation sprung forth, brandishing a wicked looking knife, slashing at the offender with a gleeful cackle, demented light glowing red in glass eyes, tiny frame distorted by illusion.

A scent, one oh so familiar to the beauty has her stilling the toddler sized, doll-like creature with a simple touch of palm to scarred head, fingers stroking through that patch of coarse, red hair, soothing the little homicidal rage monster.

"So you are the one whose scent dances with that of my beloved Dark Mother's. It is almost as if you were possessive of one of My Menagerie. But, that couldn't possibly be it, could it, hm? You aren't trying to take my Darkest Mother from me, now are you, Ni-co-las?"

A step is taken, followed by another, bare feet silent upon the ground as she closed the distance between the pair, purposely invading his own personal space by letting the tips of her fingers trail up his chest, over his shoulders and then along his neck, grasping his bearded chin as she inspected him.

"Mmm. Perhaps I can forgive your trespass. You are, after all, quite the beautiful man. It would be such a shame were someone to dirty such a look with the essence of Death forevermore, though I do suspect you would be quite magnificent in Death's embrace." The words passed her lips in sibilant hiss, an elongated purr of sorts and her touch is being retracted, one finger at a time until her arms are, once more, akimbo to her sides, hands resting upon her hips.

"Welcome to the family, and my Menagerie, Father." With a swirl of movements that tickled at her ankles, the bloody crowned beauty steps aside and continues onward, that little creation of homicidal rage left behind to look up at the doll's new 'Master'.

Though she had gone, her presence was still felt in the lingering pinpricks that assaulted the path her fingers had taken, little imprints of thorned protrusions pressed upon his skin, a droplet of crimson welling to the surface, if only slightly.
Katherine Murray 10/04/19 Oh, he’d pay for that one.

It might not be tomorrow, or the next; but Nicolas would get what’s coming to him for that little quip. It wasn’t like she chose to run into a wall; she was just... off her game.

”Whatever you think is best, Nicky.” Okay, so it might have sounded far too saccharine sweet, might have hinted toward an impending doom; or she could just genuinely mean it. It would be so much fun for him to try and figure out which one it would be and likely a lot more fun for Katherine to watch him scramble.

She had to get her entertainment from somewhere.
Katherine Murray 10/03/19 Months ago; Katherine would not have expected to be where she was now, simply put, never in a million years would she had thought she’d find herself married.


Now, she really couldn’t see herself being anywhere but with him and that meant going anywhere he wished to go, especially how being apart had certainly been a very bad idea. This wouldn’t stop her nose from curling upward, pulling a face that clearly expressed distaste for the place he mentioned; but, with him wrapped around her, her lithe frame leaned into his, Kat would bite her tongue.

New Orleans, it is.

”When do we leave?”
Virelai Tylwyth 10/02/19

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.
Katherine Murray 09/23/19

Good time, weird time... same thing, really.
Josie Collins 09/18/19 Oh, really? I don’t think that was me…
I didn’t know getting married made your eyesight go. I figured it was just the brains.
Virelai Tylwyth 09/15/19 Yule took an extra step back as the man slipped out of the cell, between her and the bars but hadn't moved any further than that. Her head jerked back as if she had been slapped at the sound of his voice – she hadn't been of course but gods be d*mned, the people around her really did know how to speak. Things had been odd recently, more odd than the usual chaos of blood and guts that was the Realm. It was like everyone had lost their tongues, or maybe it was just her. Just for her. Or maybe something strange really was going on.

She had started losing her tongue too and it took her a moment to find it again. Clearing her throat, Yule slide her hands into her jacket pockets – she really needed to get some new clothes since she couldn't say how long she'd been wearing the ratty garments she'd found in this body's closet – and sauntered after him. “I wouldn't mind. Rescuing you I mean. I'm pretty sure that old saying about honor among thieves includes a helping hand every now and again.” She smiled, just barely, and glanced back towards the dungeon depths. Then she shrugged and followed him towards the exit anyway.
Virelai Tylwyth 09/15/19 Yule moved on to another cell, stopped, looked inside to see that it was occupied and pushed her hair away from her forehead. Or it would have been her forehead if not for the mask. Maybe would have been hers. This would be her body eventually after all. Exhaling slowly she leaned forward and wrapped her whole hand around the lock. Forgoing the flair of magic and deciding effective force instead.

Her hand spasmed around the lock as if it hurt, and then she ripped it free. At least she was getting stronger. That's all that mattered right? She pulled the door open and stepped back, shrugging her shoulders, expression empty. But her lips moved, formed words, at least she thought they did. Maybe. She tried again, opting for simplicity. "Time to go."

You managed to break out Nicolas Marceau.
Katherine Murray 09/12/19
Theodora Hawthorne 09/11/19
Virelai Tylwyth 09/10/19 Yule wasted no time with formality. Exhausted and a little worse for wear, she cracked open the lock on the cell and swung the door open, her lips pulling into a tight smile.

"Slow night it seems. But at least there's time enough to get free of here."

You managed to break out Nicolas Marceau.
Flahme 09/10/19 Feeling the wet paint slide over her cheek, Flahme's eyes turn as red as the paint. Turning to watch Nic run like the devil, she knew she could catch him if she chose to. Instead, she let out a screech and a plume of fire that wouldn't harm him but might scare him a little.
"You're lucky it was red! It's just my colour."
Manannán mac Lir 09/09/19 Shaking his head he couldn't be too angry, he had after all heard of this ahead of time and already 'tagged' their very own leader. Bold is, as bold does.
"I'll remember this! You and your fancy suit are going down," he called after the retreating figure.
Richard LaMonte 09/09/19 F-ckin' Kira. F-ckin' stupid childish game. Who even played tag anymore? Stomping down the halls of Sine the goliath of a man, Richard, mumbled and grumbled assorted disparaging comments about the woman. Running a hand through his hair he could feel the wet mass of paint she had left. And it was red. Of all colors, why the one he hated? Just as he hit an intersection of tunnels Richard caught a glimpse of another man.

Stomping towards the male his gaze was that of anger, though it wasn't necessarily directed at his victim. Using the available paint he dipped both thumbs then drew a big, red heart that encompassed the male's face. Squinting, he gave a nod at his art. "Tag. You're it or whatever."
Manannán mac Lir 09/09/19 "Trouble you say? I can help always help with that."
Manannán put out a hand for the other man to shake.
"Name's Manannán, but Manny is okay too. Good to meet you, Nic."
Katherine Murray 09/09/19 Nicky
And a fire extinguisher.
Or two.
Katherine Murray 09/09/19 Nic
Define... stupid.
Liam Moore 09/08/19 Picks the lock to his cell slipping out, brown hues land on the male and arches his brow. "Up to no good and didn't invite me? How cruel." Moves to his cell and skillfully sets the male free.
You managed to break out Nicolas Marceau.
"Next time invite me! I'm fun to cause trouble with or so I'm told."
Mackenzie 09/07/19 -Grimacing-
Forgive my candor, but...
Is this really the kindest life, for her?
-Pushes hands into hair-
-Lowers voice-
By all means, explore options.
Just... don't let Jasper see her.
And for f-cks sake, get her some false teeth.
Virelai Tylwyth 09/06/19 It was likely mere happenstance that Yule walked by what seemed to be the only occupied cell in the whole of the dungeon. She had spent so much time here that it felt almost like home, but that didn't mean others wanted to spend their days trapped in the dank, musty, underbelly of the Realm.

So when she passed by this particular cell and scented something, or rather someone, other than the normal unpleasant smells that flitted through the corridors, Yule paused. She considered a moment, hesitated, but it was only a moment and she hoped it wouldn't be held against her.

With care, Yule stepped up to the cell door, materializing from the shadows and stripping off the glove on her right hand at the same moment. She stroked her fingers along the lock, crystallizing the inside mechanism with ice until it coated the whole of the lock. Then, with a well-placed slam of the heel of her hand, the lock snapped and fell in two or three pieces onto the hard dirt floor.

She reached up and pulled the door open before replacing her glove and pulling it snug over her fingers. "It's quiet here tonight. I doubt your absence will be noticed. I hope you see your way from here safely."

You managed to break out Nicolas Marceau.
Katherine Murray 09/06/19

Come play with me?
Leigh Roberts 09/06/19 -snarled-
Yeah, yeah..
-waves him off-
-snuggles the cat as she wanders off-
Leigh Roberts 09/06/19 Nic! Really?!
-takes gently-
Thank you!
-would kiss him but doesn't-
-kisses the kitty instead-
Eat him? Never..
I like my meals in the form of humans. I try to keep the streets clean.. from homeless and hookers.
-sucks on a fang-
Now you're making me hungry..
Leigh Roberts 09/06/19 Ooo...
-closes the space between them-
It's official. I found someone more adorable than you.
-holds out hands-
-makes kissy face to the kitty-
Leigh Roberts 09/06/19 Sounds about right.
Been getting into much as of late?

Melinoe 09/04/19 Be sure to RSVP to myself or Liam Moore via message as soon as you can! We have a lot of fun activities planned and we would love to make this mixer as big as we can! I hope to see you there!
Mackenzie 09/04/19 -Takes a deep breath-
-Gives a look-
-Opens door, peeks in-
-Slightly terrified smile-
-Closes door-
Nicolas, dear... she's undead.
What are you looking for? Blood?
Leigh Roberts 09/04/19 Been busy, dove?

Mackenzie 09/03/19 Nicolas, what the f-ck!
-Is definitely handling this well-
What did you do?
She has no f-cking teeth.
I'm fairly certain her tongue fell out.
Or she swallowed it.
What are you doing?
Mackenzie 09/03/19 -Gives look-
-Breathes, coughs, holds breath-
-Desperately trying not to make a face-
-Points at Justine, looks at Nicolas-
What the actual f-ck?
Mackenzie 09/02/19 ...Okay...
Your ex-wife is in your room.
-Deep breath-
Let's go.
This was extremely dramatic. Ex-wife.
As if that is the worst thing.
Mackenzie 08/31/19 Okay but wait.
What did you need help with?
And who is Justine?
Mackenzie 08/30/19 ...Mmm... I need Kat to stay local.
There's this thing.
Who the f-ck is Justine?
You get around.
Mackenzie 08/30/19 Oh, sweetheart.
What did I tell you about leaving your prey out?
Did you break her legs?
Mackenzie 08/30/19 -squints-
-tilts head-
...Where's the body?
Katherine Murray 08/30/19
Katherine Murray 08/30/19
Katherine Murray 08/27/19

It was totally the chinchilla that won you over.
Katherine Murray 08/20/19 -gives herself a gold star-

LillyEmperium 08/17/19 Welcome to the coven
Aurora Crane 08/17/19 It's a pleasure to officially meet you, Nic.

*She grins, showing off her small, sharp fangs.*

I have plenty of kisses for handsome men like yourself. Come find me if you find yourself in need.

*She gives him a sassy wink before continuing on her way.*
Aurora Crane 08/16/19 *Spotting her newest coven mate, she wanders up to him, holding a bag of chocolates.*

I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself before. I'm Aurora.

*She pauses, chewing on her bottom lip.*

Flahme 08/16/19 Furrowing her brow as he kissed the back of her hand. She looked at it and then back at him.
"Nic it is then!"
Liam Moore 08/15/19 "Limiting your options does make for a rather boring time."
Looks the man over, before smirking.
"You will come to find there is very little I'm not up for."
Liam Moore 08/15/19
"I don't think you really know what you are saying."
"But I will have to think of the perfect place for us. And to answer your question when you are with me there isn't much else a man could want."
Leigh Roberts 08/15/19 Spook? Me? Nahh..
-drags her tongue across a fang-
You'd protect me anyway, right?
-slipping in closer as she takes his arm-
Let's do it.
-let him lead her to their destination-
Leigh Roberts 08/15/19 -tilts her head with a smirk-
You? Nooo..
I can not imagine, at all, that you would be into something like such.
You know places to get lost in?
-the humor wasn't lost on her-
I bet.
So, you know the way. Show me.
Leigh Roberts 08/15/19 Unfortunately..
This Cali girl is new as well.
-hangs head in jest-
Perhaps.. we can explore together?
-lifts chin-
Maybe we can get lost.
Leigh Roberts 08/15/19 Well, well, well..
Guess I should be welcoming you to New York.
-rolls her wrist-
How do you find it so far?
Flahme 08/15/19 "A hearty welcome to the realm, as well as the coven. It is a madhouse here, which is what makes it so good."
With a cheeky grin, Flahme holds out a delicate hand to the newcomer.
"I'm Flahme, and you are?"
Melinoe 08/14/19 Welcome to Sine, mister!
Mackenzie 08/14/19 Jesus, you are easy.
I like it.
Mackenzie 08/14/19 Sure. I got a mirror.
At home.
-Quirks a brow-
You have two choices.
Roam the city looking like this, or...
Go to a strange woman's home and fix all the issues.
Which will you choose?
Liam Moore 08/14/19 "I do love me a party."
Leigh Roberts 08/14/19 Oh my..
-watched as he put on the moves-
Me too.
-gripped his hand and pulled him in-
Mackenzie 08/14/19 Worse. The hair.
It's like a hundred Alfalfa's sprouted in perfect unison.
Mackenzie 08/14/19 Oh, god.
You've already been maimed, haven't you?
Bishop Orlav 08/14/19 -contemplates-
"Depends on what they offer."
"And your counteroffer."
Katherine Murray 08/14/19 -toddles by-
-hands a severed ear-
-keeps on toddling-
Aurora Crane 08/14/19 Welcome to the Realm!
Bishop Orlav 08/14/19 "If you are curious enough, Wahnsinn, my coven, is recruiting."
-hands card-
"I will conduct an interview to see if you are a good fit, but the offer stands. Otherwise, good luck."
Liam Moore 08/14/19 "Perish such thoughts, I would never do such a thing. Besides if something happens to me probably my own fault."
Has the grace of a dead gazelle.
"I so look forward to the risk we are going to take."
Leigh Roberts 08/14/19 Yes, it would help.
-takes offered hand; squeezes-
So, does that mean I can call you whatever I want?
-draws in lower lip and chews-
That leaves many options.
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Daxx walks up to the newest member of the Realm. The Eternal Embrace Pirate smiled. "Welcome to the Realm. Have some Rum on me."
Bishop Orlav 08/14/19 "Welcome to the Realm."
Liam Moore 08/14/19 Returns the handshake before letting his hand go.
"If I say no does that mean we can't have those future endeavors?
Nibbles on his own lip.
"If it helps my case I've come to find I am really hard to kill."
Was already dead but wasn't going to say that.
Leigh Roberts 08/14/19 -let out a small chuckle-
Your feelings of no complaints are shared but..
I would enjoy knowing your name first before we trade bites.
-the joke not being lost on this vamp-
I'm Leigh and yourself?
Liam Moore 08/14/19 "Well lucky for us I'm adept at dealing with interesting situations. Most of the time. If anything I'm a quick thinker so I think I can handle any situation we might get into."
Takes the males hand.
"Liam, pleasure to meet you Nic."
Leigh Roberts 08/14/19 I'd love to believe that.
-smirks over a grin-
No poking. Gotcha.
Might just bite, eh?
Liam Moore 08/14/19 "You are most welcome."
Has no idea what he said to him at the end.
"If you need anything please feel free to ask, not that I usually know what I am doing. But I am really talented at winging it."
Leigh Roberts 08/14/19 We can all hope, hm?
I hope, for your sake, they are.
Probably not as nice when angered, are you?
Not much for being upset myself.
Liam Moore 08/14/19 "Welcome to the realm"
Leigh Roberts 08/14/19 Welcome to the Realm.
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