Channelknight Fadran
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Trace waited for the most important noblemen to get up and go. She stood just outside the main building, letting her suit do its work. Thin streams of blood trickled down her arms, cold in the night's breeze. Trace's teeth were gritted against the pain, eyes occasionally screwing shut as it got worse. Who knew that keeping a needle in you could throb so much? The first noblemen left, leaving behind the lesser nobles and regular partygoers. Those lessers were her job, and she was going to enjoy it. Trace? Janice asked. What are you doing? Trace sighed. "Great. You're back." What are you doing? What have you already done? "I killed about fifty people while you were out. You here to spectate the next hundred?" No! Janice shouted. No, you're not hurting ANYONE! "A little late for that. I teamed up with a professional assassin, and now we're crashing a party! Do you still hate the sight of blood?" Please don't hurt anyone. Janice begged. Please. "Yeah... no." Trace grunted as the pain throbbed up. "Right-o. Let's do this thing." Tiago watched the house as they left. His guards stood on either side of his carriage, holding their firearms warily. "We might've been wrong." His servant suggested. "It's possible that there weren't any terrorists today." Just then, a mighty explosion rocked the ground. The house shattered, throwing shards of wood and glass everywhere. Screams could be heard. The carriagemen stared. Tiago stuck his head out the window, a drunken glare on his face. "Are you deaf? GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
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"Then sure. Let's do it."
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Here, I'll give today's... Dec 20: Secret Santa -
The Iconar Collective - Roleplay
Channelknight Fadran replied to Channelknight Fadran's topic in Roleplaying
"You haven't?" Alvin shrugs. "I'm a necromid, though you may have heard the derogatory term: vampire." -
"Depends. Would there be lake travel? Lake trade?"
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"Alrighty. Let's get moving."
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"I'm seeing if I can spot Phaedrus." Ollie jumped. "Oooh! There she is!"
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"Go ahead." Ollie turned away from him, glancing upwards to try and spot Phaedrus.
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"Phaedrus wouldn't leave us!"
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"Why wouldn't Phaedrus come back?"
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"Yeah, we're not going anywhere right now."
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"I don't know. I don't really want to leave." Ollie began patting at Pebble, who was trying to grab her paw.
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"I don't know."
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"No problem."
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"Phaedrus said we might have to go to another peak."
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"So how're you liking caramel in your cocoa?"
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Fadran takes another sip, watching her do her 'makeup.'
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"She'll protect us."
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"Skill." He gives himself sideburns next.
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"Phaedrus will take care of us, though." Ollie sat down. "You saw how she toasted that one guy!"
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Fadran takes another sip, this time giving himself a goatee.
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"Then why were they right there?"
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"I... I think they were Ironclads."
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"I'll allow it."
