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ROP & HOD |
Posted by: Thalia - 09-08-2022, 10:16 AM - Forum: General Discussion
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Anyone else watching Rings of Power and/or House of the Dragon? I'm enjoying both.
The ROP intro was a little slow but by the time the Harfoots were introduced I was hooked. The elves feel a little off, I'm not sure why (no it's not the hair, haha). I loved loved loved the dwarves. Durin's speech on the lift thing hit me unexpectedly in the feels. I know jack-shit about Tolkien's lore, though I'm aware they've changed stuff (hard not to be aware really). I'm looking forward to the rest.
The only complaint I have about HOD is the distracting wigs >_< The dragons are freaking awesome.
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Reacclimating (Kallisti House of Burlesque) |
Posted by: Elyse - 08-30-2022, 10:04 PM - Forum: Nightlife & Entertainment
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Life had been lonely. Elyse was still with Ricky and Marta, and she felt grateful that she and Stinging Nose had a place to stay. Still, Elyse wasn't sure that she had found her place. Being wolfkin by itself was difficult, but since then, her family had abandoned her. She had been hurt. Sierra was gone and Elyse didn't know where she was.
With thought of Sierra came guilt. Elyse was sure that if she tried, she would be able to find Sierra. At the very least there was the dream world. She found herself scared to go though and avoided it. Stinging Nose had stated his concern for Elyse. She was a pack animal that was isolating, and that was never good.
Elyse sighed and took a drink of the scotch in front of her. Elyse wasn't sure what it was about Kallisti, but she found the place comforting. It wasn't the place that she would usually find herself, yet the staff was very good at taking care of her. She knew it was their jobs, but it still helped.
Today, Elyse had found a corner by herself. A dancer was doing a routine on the stage, but Elyse wasn't paying attention. She stared at the amber liquid that would match her eyes had she not been wearing colored lenses. Elyse reached out and was able to find Stinging Nose. She sent a brief message that she was okay. There was incredulity in Sting's response back. Deep down, Elyse knew she wasn't okay, but she didn't know what to do about it.
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PM Notices |
Posted by: Nox - 08-30-2022, 05:37 PM - Forum: General Discussion
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Today Asc noticed she wasn't getting notifications for PMs in other accounts.
I think we narrowed it down to a setting in your Account Settings having been toggled off.
Check to see that "Alert me with a notice when I receive a Private Message." is checked to keep receiving those notices.
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Calling Card |
Posted by: Cruz - 08-29-2022, 09:50 PM - Forum: Greater Moscow
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Cruz left Manifest in a hurry. He wanted to be away from the glitter and glamour and settle back into his own life again. He tired of the boys who wanted to pretend they were rich and famous. But more importantly he had a mystery to solve.
Once he made it home to his small yet upscale apartment he took a picture of the coin and sent it off to Sage. His friend had been offline a while and Cruz was starting to worry. Yet not enough to send out a search party. There was no telling where Aiden had whisked Sage off too, they were two peas in a pod and yet when they had lived with him they had been stationary. Same as Nox, he missed his friends. Maybe it was time to throw an old fashioned party. But Nox was off on some mission and Sage was missing in action. Cruz sighed. And all he had left were the annoying snot nosed wannabe rich kids.
There wasn't much left to do so Cruz took a shower and went to bed. Waiting for Sage could be like waiting for water to drip a hole to the other side of the world. No point in waiting, on to other things and a clean body and sleep were first on that list.
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The Great Hunt (Oslo, Norway) |
Posted by: Rowan Finnegan - 08-28-2022, 01:13 AM - Forum: Rest of the world
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Yggdrasill shivers,
the ash, as it stands.
The old tree groans,
and the giant slips free.
- The Poetic Edda
Grand Hotel
Oslo, Norway
To Rowan, it seemed as if years had passed since their little group had ventured forth from Siberia into the west – when in fact it had been less than a week. They had started out on foot, assuming that their target was less than a day’s walk from that clearing. The frustration was palpable after their twelfth hour of aimless wanderings. West. They had to go west; that was all they knew. The Eyes saw, as they always had and always would.
It had been Armande that had pushed Rowan and her sister deeper into the visions – urging them to seek out the finer details, urging them to give him something to work with. They had struggled to move past the pillar and the lightning, moving out behind the vision of Rowan and into the west.
After the third day and the seventh vision, they found it. Keeping Armande and the Holy Father out of the trance had been key. Vale and Rowan had to slip away from the men. They had to find a safe space where neither could hear or see them. After the men had fallen asleep, the two had slipped away and into the endless forest. They used their Eyes to find it, that small pond under the bower of aspen trees. It was there that they had stripped down and waded into the shallow depths. The world seemed to freeze as they embraced, not even the swollen Moon interrupted them with her diaphanous light.
The Eyes saw.
The pillar filled their vision, but they were quickly pulled through Rowan and into the western skies. They soared above the continent and through the clouds before descending slowly down onto a familiar peninsula west of the CCD. They fell upon the back of a raven and soared with it as a wooden longship sailed below in an ice-covered sea. The bird went up as the peninsula’s coast drew close, soaring higher and faster before descending once more upon a frost-covered forest.
A hole seemed to grow from the center of the forest; its border widening with every flap of the raven’s wings. A gigantic ash tree shot up from the hole and unfurled beneath the star-spattered night sky. The tree seemed to breathe as its form swelled a hundred-fold. The raven landed on the topmost branch and looked down.
A dead man with one eye missing swung from a noose tied beneath the raven’s claws. In his hand, he held a key. The raven swung down to take hold of the key, but as its beak touched the dead man’s fingers, the key slipped from his grasp and shot down into the deep darkness that surrounded the tree. The raven shot down and gave chase, but as it went into the shadows below, the Eyes were pulled from its back and up into the sky. They arced back towards the night sky, the peninsula retreating from their vision until the clouds smothered them.
With a slam, they were forced back into their bodies still entwined in the small, secret pond.
They told Armande and the Holy Father of this, of course, and it was by sheer luck that they had found their way into a small town the next morning. The place was not so remote that they could not make arrangements to be taken to Bratsk. From there they had been able to charter a plane to Zurich and then on to Oslo. Rowan had run the risk of discovery when she drew money from her personal account to fund the entire expedition, and so she had taken out a small fortune in cash before they departed for Zurich.
Rowan had been convinced that the peninsula in the vision had been the Nordic countries; the imagery of Odin and Yggdrasil only further cementing this logic. None in the group had protested when she had put this forward, indeed, it seemed to be the only option. The problem was that they had not known what forest in the Nordic countries that they had to go to. Starting their search in Norway had only been chosen because Rowan and Vale had been thrown so far west in their trance.
And so, they had chosen the capital of Norway. Rowan had poured over maps of the area during their twenty-nine hours in transit – straining to remember the space in the visions that she had been thrown from as the raven found the darkness. Oslo seemed to be close enough, in so far as she could tell. No one wanted to fight her on this point either.
A bit of the old Rowan had come back to the surface as they checked into the Grand Hotel; accommodations that strove to live up to their name. The place was grand, and its luxe décor invoked images of the Bottom of the Cup Café in Rowan’s mind. Strangely enough, she did not miss it as much as she had anticipated. Too much had changed for her to go back now. Perhaps in the future, but not today nor tomorrow. Now was the time of revelations. Now was the time for change.
Their group had been placed into one of the finer suites and Rowan had paid in cash, making them all the harder to track. She did not know what she would do if Gareth had shown up. It had been unfortunate that Aiden had crossed her path. It would have been so much simpler if they could have just forgotten about her entirely.
Rowan sat in the parlor of the suite, her maps laid out across the breakfast table. A burner wallet was clasped in her left hand as she went through a list of the forests that surrounded Oslo, marking them all out on the map of the area. The Eyes would see again in a few short hours, just as the moon reached its apex in the sky. If it had gone like the last one, Rowan would simply have to figure out which direction the raven pulled them towards and then compare it to the map she was now making.
The plan wasn’t as solid as she had liked – there were too many qualifiers in the equation. Part of her was worried that things would not unfold as easily as she had planned, but where else were they to start?
“Seven nature reserves,” Rowan murmured to herself as she plotted the last mark on Grytdalen, “Seven again. Can’t be a coincidence.”
Telemarkskanalen, Hardangervidda, Ostensjovannet Lake, Lillomarka, Haldenkanalen, and Fronsvollen had also been plotted on the map. Rowan set the wallet down and felt her stomach turn. Few of the plotted points were small areas to cover. Even if the raven showed them the proper direction within their visions, how were they to know where the site was once they figured out which park it was in? The visions would be the only way and that would probably take days.
“I fear we will have to pack enough resources for a week if tonight is a success,” Rowan announced in a resigned tone.
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Spear Through Time |
Posted by: Aiden Finnegan - 08-27-2022, 03:49 AM - Forum: Greater Moscow
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Another two months time and the construction will be completed, Dimitri’s message flashed across Aiden’s wallet, Are you quite sure you wish to remain in the city proper?
Aiden rolled his eyes as he took a drag from the cigarette dangling from his clenched jaw. Dimitri had been badgering him since he had returned to Moscow. That was not a negative trait in a personal assistant, but the repeated question had become tiring. Aiden had explained himself thoroughly in the few days that had passed since his return and Dimitri should have been professional enough to accept that.
I need to be here, Dim. I’ve told you already. Inspiration has hit me. I’ve got to start work on the sequel to ‘Russian Dolls’ while the idea is fresh, Aiden typed back on rote. Smoke streamed from his lips, the lights of Tverskaya emanating from the spaces between the blinds to illuminate the countless boxes that Dimitri had sent over.
But what if she comes back? She will look for you here, Dimitri sent back.
Aiden put his wallet down.
Gareth Rice, Rowan’s servant, had apparently been in contact with Dimitri during Aiden’s absence. It was not an unwelcome development, but Aiden would have preferred to facilitate it under normal circumstances. Gareth, before serving under Rowan, had been a family friend. Aiden had grown up with Gareth – he loved Gareth as his own brother. But Rowan had ensnared him. Not that that would have been hard for her to accomplish. Gareth was always pining after her during their teenage years; she was just too blind to give him a chance.
Rowan was gone and had wanted nothing to do with Aiden – despite him being the entire reason she had relocated to Moscow. Rowan was gone and had severed all ties – apparently – but Gareth could not accept that. He could not accept that and he could not find Aiden and so he had gotten into the head of Aiden’s personal assistant, Dimitri Alexeev; Dimitri had been all too eager.
Aiden was starting to think that Dimitri was taken with Gareth.
An unfortunate triangle that would be – Rowan had never been one to share.
Aiden finished his cigarette with a long, deep drag and snuffed it out into the glass ashtray to his side. He grabbed for his wallet, knowing full well that he should have left Dimitri on ‘read.’
I know you’ve given Gareth this address, Dim. What does it matter? Leave me to my books and my writings, Aiden responded before putting the wallet down once more and moving to the wet bar. Ice clinked and the whiskey flowed easily into his empty glass.
Aiden poured half a glass more than he should have – but who was there to judge him? He had told Sage that he needed a few days rest and relaxation and ‘no, don’t trouble yourself. I just need to sleep this out. I’ve never felt more exhausted.’ He had left Jaxen at the door to that condo with a half-hearted hug and a, ‘No, Jax. That is your prize to take. I have the spear; I don’t want your sword. Do what you will with it, just let me do my own thing with my own thing.’
The wallet vibrated and Aiden didn’t fight the urge to pick it back up. Dimitri again.
I’m sorry, Dimitri had replied. Aiden rolled his eyes. He expected the apology, but he didn’t need it. What Aiden needed now was time. Time to read and time to experiment with his new found treasure.
Don’t worry about it. Just make sure the manor is finished before the end of the year. I’m postponing my release tour btw. Call my legal team if Tor gives you problems. We can renegotiate for the spring, Aiden sent back. He drank half of the glass before moving into the back guest room. A stream of light passed over the cracked door, casting its brilliance upon Aiden’s foot as he moved to the opening. He paused as the wallet vibrated again.
Okay, now you’re talking crazy. I’m coming to see you. You don’t sound like yourself, Aiden, the screen read. Aiden rolled his eyes and tossed the wallet over his shoulder. It landed to the ground with a loud clatter as he opened the door.
The Spear revolved upon unseen hands in the middle of the room. All overhead lights had been switched off and the blinds had been thrown open to let in the evening glow of Tverskaya. Aiden felt a strange kinship with the weapon as he stared at the shinning black blade that capped its slender rod. The emanations of Fire and Spirit had grown weaker, but not its flame that Aiden could summon with the barest trickle of Light.
That was not to mention the dreams. The dreams of the man that blazed like the Sun. It was Lugh if the snake people were to be believed. Things had taken an even stranger turn since he had brought the Spear home and he was convinced that the answer was in the books the Dimitri had sent him.
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The Sandman |
Posted by: Adrian Kane - 08-26-2022, 11:19 PM - Forum: General Discussion
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The interweb is abuzz with Netflix's the Sandman - a show based off the comic of the same name. I never read the comic. Was never into comics really. But these ones are popular. Honestly, they don't look half bad. I haven't seen the show either. Axed Netflix a while back.
But you have to be fucking kidding me that almost the exact same time I unveil Adrian's alter ego as dreamworld Sandman, the show comes out. That sounds like my luck.
Im not ripping anything off. I swear. Don't worry. I have no qualms about ripping off good work. *wink and will do so without shame. But this time, I'm not doing it. Hah
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Don't belong here (Almaz) |
Posted by: Danika - 07-29-2022, 07:25 PM - Forum: Nightlife & Entertainment
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Their car pulled up to a street that surprised Danika. She thought all the best clubs were downtown or near the Kremlin district. She had seen the lights glowing the street with sunlight. She knew which streets to avoid when she left the lab late at night. It made the commute home all the longer to weave in and out of the crowds. Such a place was where she assumed they were heading when Maria and Godric insisted she go out with them. She’d turned them down so many times, but the same old excuse of “I have to work late” simply couldn’t fly anymore.
“Where’s the club?” she asked from the back seat. Godric had pulled over along an otherwise empty curb, powered down the vehicle and climbed out. Maria just smiled and ticked her head toward the window. Danika just shook her head and followed.
Danika hugged her little beaded jacket around her shoulders. The dress she wore was short and the heels as high as she could handle without falling all over herself. “I knew I should have wore pants,” she said to Maria, voice low although she had no idea why she had the urge to whisper. Meanwhile, Godric approached a door that for all of Danika’s purposes seemed completely shut up and abandoned.
Maria chuckled, “We’ll be inside in a moment. And you look incredible, Danika. Toughen the fuck up a little, eh?”
Danika gasped at the impropriety, but a playful nudge in the ribs followed.
Somehow the door opened and the next thing Danika knew, they were ushered through a maze of hallways. “Where are we going?” she said to Maria.
Godric looked over one shoulder at the two girls. He was so excited, Danika barely recognized her technician. “This is a side-entrance into Almaz,” he said with all the expertise of one who had been here before.
Maria squeezed Danika’s arm as they emerged into an area with tables and a strange view. A flare of surprise widened her eyes, "I do not belong here," she declared as they pulled her in further.
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((roc: This is a fluff piece. Anyone is welcome to join!))
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Late-night assignment |
Posted by: Ascendancy - 07-28-2022, 05:50 PM - Forum: Kremlin and Red Square
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Consul Alexandrova Lesya Vladislavovna
Consul on Public Engagement, Propaganda, and Interdominance Relations
Responsible for the private face of the CCD, especially in relation to other nations. It oversees the international image of the CCD and carries out clandestine operations to promote CCD interests throughout the world.
Not even eyedrops helped relieve the aches in Alexandrova’s eyes. This business with the homeless displacement took all of her attention. Between days of meetings, marketing and planning the Kremlin had effectively controlled the messaging around this blip in the day to day lives of ordinary people. Nikolai had been his usual obtuse self whenever he received her reports. There was more to the story than even Alexandrova knew, but it didn’t surprise her.
The official word was that there had been a fire in one of the tent cities and a few of the homeless had been displaced as a result. They were quickly relocated by Custody officials for theirs (and most importantly, the public’s) safety.
The work had been intense, and Alexandrova was eager for a well-earned soak in the bathtub and a pinot. The Consul slipped her devices into her bag, slipped on her jacket, and locked up her office. By her estimate, the wider Consulate would be mostly empty excluding the overnight staff – employees dedicated to round the clock propaganda posts – but among the head-down workers, one face caught her attention.
Her new assistant had similarly been busy, but luckily, she was energetic and eager to prove herself. Noémi had no idea of the real reason Alexandrova had assigned her a last minute task. The work probably could have waited until the following morning except that the request derived from the highest of Kremlin levels.
“Thank you again, Noémi. Hopefully you are almost done?” Alexandrova stayed and chat for another minute – making sure that the assistant didn’t need anything else – before departing herself.
At the exit, Alexandrova looked over her shoulder one last time. It wasn’t that many decades ago that the Consul saw herself in the young woman’s place. The feeling left her nostalgic as she departed to find her own pleasantries for the evening.
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