29 Oct 2024, 17:24
Whisper of The Dark
As the room was adjourned with an erected wall that Noah cast (Structure Building Charm), he put up a picture of a muggle suburbish town, as there were houses in the background. The streets had a few pebbles and a random pothole in the street. The grass was nearly trimmed and kept up, the houses looked a bit beat up on the offhand. He put a pot with a tree in it directly in the center of the room so there was at least some live greenery in the approximate area.
The next thing Prat and Noah did was set up a small table that had a non-alcoholic spicy margarita and a platter of hors d'oeuvre. It was nothing too extravagant but he wanted to try and ensure that the scene came to life in some way.
In September, Noah had asked his fathers for a nerf gun, something he couldn’t bear to ask his muggle neighbor Mario for, and his fathers sent him one via owl. It was a Colt M1911 and it had foam bullets and he wanted to use that for the game tonight. OC godmod: Noah and Prat met with a [faceless] npc of sixth year and they obliged his request to cast the Silencing Charm on the gun so that when it fired it was silent.
Now, Noah and Prat made identification cards for his groups. He also made invitations with the information about their characters as well as their secrets and grudges and how they know one another. He sent everyone who signed up an owl and the murderer got the nerf gun along with their ID card and their invitations and character information. They were instructed to try to conceal the gun in their invitation because otherwise it would be pretty obvious that he were the murderer.
When it was time for the game to begin, he stood there in his World War Two British Military suit saluting each person who came in. "Come in sirs and madams."Information Section: Please ReadReducioInformation
- Posting DEADLINE: Friday
- Intended Mod Post and Rolls: Saturday
- Post at least ONCE per round
- Murderer must owl me their target by Posting Deadline.
- Detective, Doctor and Citizens, must owl me who they think the Murderer is by Posting Deadline. Please send individual owls with the subject "Group #: Round # Vote"
- If you are eliminated via murder you do not have to post in this thread, you could choose to leave or sit out and watch.
Posting Information
- Please follow site rules and ratings
- Please be registered in the Index to sign up
- 200+ wc minimum
- Deadline to Post: From recent mod post to Friday of that week
Notice
Every mod post, you will notice that the light goes out every time there is a murder. The light stays out for 1 minute to allow the murderer to conceal the weapon in some way and to avoid suspicion. When the light goes out, you'll hear a bang from the nerf gun and if you feel yourself getting shot with a foam bullet, you have been killed. You may lay down on the ground and play dead. You may find a funny pose to be in, whatever. When the light goes back on, a vote will be held to accuse someone of the murder.
I've been accused of a murder! What do I do?
Well dearie, you would've been considered "executed" if the majority votes you as murderer. This means that you are out. The game is over when all of the players are dead except for the detective and murderer, or when the murderer has been accused and executed.
How do I vote?
Every round, you need to send me an owl of who you're voting or accusing. Additionally you MUST post otherwise your vote will be seen as invalid.
I did not post for a round or more, what happens? (if you don't send me your vote but post, it's okay, don't worry about it.)
The murderer will likely kill you the next round.
I'm the murderer! What happens now?
Post each round. Send me your target via owl. In Character, when the lights go out, you can pull out your nerf gun and shoot your target. You will have the rest of the minute to hide the gun or conceal it.
I'm the detective! What happens now?
Post each round. Send me your accused victim via owl. You cannot be killed.
I'm a doctor! What happens now?
Post each round. Send me your accused victim via owl. There will be a second blackout in the mod post in where you will have a CHANCE of healing the shot victim.
I was a shot victim! I was healed!
Good for you, you may continue in the game. However, one of your limbs have been ic AMPUTATED so in roleplay, you would not have that limb because the doctor amputated the shot limb.
What if I have to leave Out of Character and I'm the Murderer or a Doctor or a Detective?
That's fine, just please notify us at some point. We will owl another person and give them an additional "title" for their character that they are already playing. For example: Baker is now Murderer but still the same character, you don't gain another. When it comes to a detective and a doctor, unfortunately, we won't pass it on. The game continues until its over.
Please note: We are taking actions via owl so that actions and votes are anonymous to keep the mystery. What you choose to say or do in your post whether ooc or ic can be used against you so do your best to keep your "secret" role anonymous. If you are a detective or a murderer it can be used against you if you say it out loud. We suggest coming up with an undercover job to conceal the fact. Not required, you could be vague, but what you say and do whether oc or ic can be used against you.Mod Post Content: Mods
ReducioOrder of Mod Post and of What Order it is in:
1. Blackout #1
-> Murderer Shot Accuracy: 1d100 [1-49, miss. 50-100, hit]
-> Murderer Body Part Hit: 1d6 [1 - Left Arm, 2- Left Leg, 3- Right Arm, 4- Right Leg, 5- Torso/Chest, 6- Head]
2. Lights On [this is so that they see that the victim is shot and allows the doctor to see who they're healing if they can.]
3. Blackout #2
-> Doctor Healing: 1d100 [1-49, failed to heal. 50-100, successfully healed but amputated the limb]
--> Additional notice re healing: If the torso or head is shot, the victim cannot be healed. This is simply skipped if the torso or head was shot. If a limb [right leg/arm, left leg/arm] was shot and the doctor successfully healed you, then you are amputated. If they failed to heal you and you were shot anywhere on your body, you are dead.
4. Lights On
5. Accusation/Execution Time
--> Additional notice re Accusation/Execution: If a person is accused via majority, they are eliminated from the game. If there is a TIE, the people accused remain in the game for another round.Rolls [if any]
ReducioHERE THEY GO
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Reducio@Evpraksiya Vinogradova, @Novalie Moon, @Sanguinius Demarest, @Elena Clark, @Nabi Park, @Alyss Gilmour, @Alliasta Holista, @Eric Kim
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30 Oct 2024, 10:22
Whisper of The Dark
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Interacting with @Sanguinius Demarest
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Abilities: Sixth Sense
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"I would say it was a pleasure," she said, a sharp smile splitting her face. "But I'm not in the habit of lying." He only grinned wider wavered, making her stop and doubt for a second. Oh no, please no. "Don't tell me," she let out an exasperated sigh. "Group four ?" He gave her a knowing look and she groaned. You've got to be kidding me. Shaking her head, she brushed past him, walking towards the door, not waiting.
But the moment she stepped inside the room, her irritation melted into curiosity. It was enchanted to resemble a muggle village, with little houses lined a cobbled street. She felt a sting of homesickness, thinking about her own home. Taking a deep breath, she let herself sink into the scene, letting the nostalgia wither. As she looked around, she spotted a small table dressed with crystals glass, containing a mocktail that looked like a margarita, and small hors d'oeuvre. Since a certain lion had snatched her drink away from her, she grabbed one, taking a small sip, savoring the delicious spicy fizz that danced on her tongue.
Silently revising her role, she looked around the room, now excited. Tony DeLuca, mechanic. It wasn't the most thrilling role - fixing cars didn't exactly screamed mystery - but she had faith Howgarts had planned enough twists to keep things lively. Speaking of which, a man dressed in a world war two british military suit was greeting the new arrivals. Hiding a smile, she nodded towards his direction as he welcomed everyone.
She didn't know who would be in her group, but she secretly hoped for friends, or at least people she was familiar with. Not only would she be more comfortable, but it would be easier to discern any change of behaviour, if they played the game properly.
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Stats: Sta 6 / Ev 7 / Str 4 / Wis 6 / Arc 6 / Acc 6
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30 Oct 2024, 13:36
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Alliasta came in with a big smile on her face, checked around and admired everywhere. The girl's eyes were scanning everywhere. Yes, there were a lot of people who participated in this game. Her cousin Boris also participated, at her own request... Actually, by force. But the two of them were not in the same group... But Boris already had a partner. Alliasta continued and worked its way into the field for Group 4.
The inside was beautiful and really well decorated. She immediately looked around and looked for a familiar face. Yes! She found someone she knew. Elena, the girl from ravenclaw, Alliasta, met her thanks to Kaito and then they had breakfast together. She was a really smart and kind girl. Alliasta immediately started to move towards her.
"Hey! Elena, what's up? Do you remember me? I'm Alliasta, my ferret ran to you while you were reading a book!."
Alliasta spoke excitedly. She really wanted to know if the girl remembered her. Because the only familiar face she could see was hers.
"Well, I'm sorry if I came out of nowhere and scared you, just seeing a familiar face triggered my excitement. So at least it's nice... Wait, did the game start right away? So should I get into my role?"Ability: Lovely Creature is in effect.
Calming Presence is in effect.Word Count213Stamina: 6 Evasion: 6 Strength: 7 Wisdom: 7 Arcane Power: 6 Accuracy: 8
Grouped with: @Evpraksiya Vinogradova , @Novalie Moon , @Sanguinius Demarest , @Nabi Park , @Alyss Gilmour , @Eric Kim
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31 Oct 2024, 10:09
Whisper of The Dark
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" He crinkled his nose in distaste as they passed by, the cloying scent of perfumed, doused skirts wafting through the air, had tickled his nasal acuity with an overwhelming smell of saporific sweetness that felt almost suffocating. The candied aroma mingled in with an undercurrent of something more pungent reminded him of a boa who had suddenly constricted itself around his throat, making his stomach churn. Each step forward brought him deeper into the fray, where the dull colors of fabric clashed with the oppressive cloud of floral notes, leaving him longing for the fresh air outside the abstract-painted windows. " Glad to know that you think I'm very shiny, though. " He scoffed, before he felt himself being tugged forward once more, causing his steps to quicken up. " All part of my master-plan to win you over, of course. By feeding into your kleptomaniac habits. Maybe we could turn it into something useful— like a little intervention. I just want you to feel understood and accepted for who you are." The pair were both headed towards the promised location of where staged homicides and even more falser graves awaited, how this unsanctioned textbook display of an investigation cliche was even allowed to take place in a school setting had not surprised Sanguinius. Given the amount of strange occurrences that had been plaguing the whole month, it would hardly be out of the norm - in fact, it fell completely in line with the "bygone days" brand the party makers had for the fall event. At this point, he's seen far too much of the antics in the castle, and witnessed many of the shenanigans that had occurred in the Dragon’s Den on the daily to be startled even further. One example would be Eric Kim and his notorious ability to ignore everything. He had seen the boy, quite literally, face the wall numerous times to avoid any semblance of talking to another human being. During the time they shared a space together, Sanguinius has not yet heard a single syllable fly past his lips -- It was creepy, in a way. His heart almost leaped out of his throat when he had walked into the lavatory one morning and the boy was just - standing there. In the dark. With a toothbrush in hand. He wasn't even brushing his teeth, he was just holding the brush upside down like a makeshift shank. Of course, he had not been particularly welcome to the scares, -- as their only interactions, so far, was to only regard each other with a glance of acknowledgement, but the boy oddly grew over him like an insistent weed. Difficult to get rid of when the roots had finally latched on. Unlike Eric, who seemed to be content in leaving things as the way they were, he had gotten into childish arguments over the level of noise his fellow Gryffindors made on more than one occasion. Sanguinius felt Elena's hand retracting, offering him some much needed relief for his elbow, he took the chance to shake out his arm as he glanced her out of the corner of his eye -- her vexation was evident, brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line, only adding more coal to his sparking amusement. He couldn't help but suppress a grin, finding a strange joy in her frustration. As they came to a stop in front of the numbered rooms, to his delight and the Ravenclaw girl's sheer dismay that had been sharply pointing towards him the whole evening, like a broken clock hand that would not move. He had been placed in the same group with her -- as well as a few other people that he had come to know the names faces of, so the question of splitting off from the social interactions would be, at best, an unlikely option that would be barred off until the predicament called a suitable reason to do so. " Chin up, Clark. " He huffed, a fanged tooth poking out from his his lip, watching her dramatically groan and fumble around with the knob to the door before she slammed it behind her — the ends of her silken locks vanishing alongside her departure. Taking this precariously scarce moment of privacy, he unfolded his scarf and carefully fished the card out of its hidden nook, holding it up as he skimmed over the details of his role, absorbing every nuance of the text as if he was searching for hidden meanings lurking among the lines. He was given the role of one Alessio Ricci, a man with a penchant for the newspapers, a hungry journalist drawn to writing crisp pages filled with stories of espionage and cynicism, and ultimately being labeled as "The Hawk" for his work. In this case, Sanguinius would have to play the dutiful part of feigning interest in what others had to say. He could already feel the incoming headache that would come along with it. Not wanting to linger in the halls any longer than necessary, Sanguinius opened the door for himself and stepped inside, the thin wood creaking slightly as he pushed it open. The moment he crossed the threshold, instead of expecting a regular empty room, he had soon realized that the whole interior had been transformed to resemble an old, historic town with buildings that looked like it had just stepped out of the witch trials. There were two other people who had been standing off to the sidelines, presumably, to greet the players as they walked in. For someone that didn't look that much older than Sanguinius, the shorter boy next to the older had done a wonderful job in setting up the place to look like a standard muggle area. He glanced at him briefly, black hair, light brown eyes with glasses perched upon his nose bridge -- there was nothing anything else notable for him to speak of, so he opted for a side glance before focusing on the rest of the occupants in the room. |
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31 Oct 2024, 12:31
Whisper of The Dark
Interacting with: @Eric Kim @Elena Clark @Sanguinius Demarest @Alliasta Holista ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Mentioning: //
Hand in hand with Eric, Novalie arrived at the entrance of the room where the game was set to unfold.
She flashed him a wide grin before swinging the door open, revealing the mystical ambience inside. Her deep green eyes sparkled with excitement as she took in the scene - it was like stepping straight into the past! The artwork on the wall looked rich and lifelike and the centerpiece, a grand tree, cast sprawling shadows around the room.
Still holding onto Eric's hand, the blonde girl turned to him, then back to the room, then back to him, repeating this several times, her excitement bubbling over-
“Oh my god, oh my god, this looks so amazing, right? Right?!”, she chirped, practically bouncing on her toes.
One could easily mistake her for a little puppy experiencing snow for the first time, her excitement as boundless as it was infectious, “It’s like we’re in some kind of past, a history - it's, like - WOW!”
Quickly noticing the others scattered around the room, the Ravenclaw girl spotted a familiar face and released Eric’s hand, rushing over.
“Hey, Elena!”, she greeted her friend, who looked elegantly dressed tonight.
Though they’d spoken before the gala started, seeing her here now was like rediscovering an ally in this enchanted setting, “Isn’t this sick? I really hope I don’t get taken out right away. I want to fully dive into character! I'm-”
Novalie paused, blinking as a realization dawned on her.
Who... was her character again?
Rifling through her pocket, she pulled out her ID card, laughing when she remembered, "Ah!"
Clearing her throat, she put on the deepest voice she could muster (which wasn't deep at all, really), trying her best at an Italian accent,
“I am Luca Marino! And who are you?”
At this question, she also turned her attention to the dark-haired girl standing beside her friend, offering a warm, friendly smile. As Novalie waited for a response, she began gathering her blonde hair - turned like this just for the occasion - into a high ponytail.
As the Metamorphmagus scanned the room, her gaze landed on a boy with also blonde hair and an, in her eyes, extravagant outfit. She remembered him from the boat ride to Hogwarts, where he’d been as dramatic as he'd been entertaining. Novalie hadn’t spoken to him much since then, but she’d spotted him around the castle a few times.
“Waffles!”, she called, beaming as if no time had passed, “You look like a fallen prince! Are you the murderer?”
Her question was as lighthearted as it was bold without a trace of guile.
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31 Oct 2024, 21:29
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He didn't really want to be here, now he was starting to regret it bit by bit, but Eric didn't really get the chance to even think this through fully as he was mostly dragged here by Novalie. He looked around, and somehow took in the surroundings quite quickly, maybe he had gained a new skill of observing stuff quickly with how excited Novalie was here and how fast she was changing directions, questions, statements, whatever else. "Yes...it looks ni-"And she was off again.He should really get used to this, it seemed like it would happen quite a bit from now on.
Right..roles...he took the ID card he had with the role written on it. A scholar huh... Was there any reasoning behind being assigned this, or maybe he was overthinking stuff. Or maybe whoever assigned it clearly did it on a very true premise here given Eric's mentality. Guess he'll never know...He did though follow Novalie with his gaze a bit huffing a bit amused seeing her chaos in action as usual, before his gaze moved a bit around the room. A few familiar faces were noticeable, either from people whom he shared classes with, or people from the same dorm as him and whatnot. Didn't mean he was particularly close to any of them though. At most they were in enough good graces to say hello and that was really out of common sense politness.
After scanning the room though, his gaze stopped a bit on a particular person. He saw him around quite a bit...Sanguinius...or something like that. Eric gave the fellow Gryffindor quite a few scares, then again why was Sanguinius somehow around every single time Eric was trying to find some peace and quiet. Then again, why was Eric trying to find that somewhere in the dorms? Point was, he was quite intrigued by the dorm-mate as well despite their little to none interactions. There were a few ones, where he had to step in because the boy was getting a bit too much into an argument with a fellow Gryffindor, and somehow Eric found himself being the mediator despite: 1. Not even wanting to be that. and 2. Not even being in the room at that point and just being somehow swiped into this whole mess by merely entering the room at the wrong time. An odd one. Thought the one who was odd by most people's standards.
Right...he was here for a game after all. May as well try to play along for now and see where this gets him. Plus how hard could it possibly be to play a scholar...teacher..whatever. Not that hard...couldn't be THAT difficult right? No...Spoiler alert...it was much more difficult than the 11 year old thought it would be. But that would likely be later on, since for now he decided to play it as safe as possible, and by that...really act as usual. In his mind, the more unusual he acted the more people would suspect him. So may as well act as he has always acted, which really was not a problem. With Novalie running around the room interacting with people, he was having an advantage here of not having people be dragged towards him by that same golden retriever energy Ravenclaw student. But oh how wrong he was....
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1 Nov 2024, 19:58
Whisper of The Dark
October 19th, 2024 “English”
Alyss was in love. Not with a person, hell no, but with the details for this ball. The ballroom? Perfect. There were many references to the time period and it was simply perfect, with enough space to dance, eat, and chat. The room for this murder mystery, however, was a whole new level. Mostly because of the picture of the suburban town, not too unlike the one she grew up around.
Not only were they greeted upon entrance with a salute and a "Come in sirs and madams.", but he was also wearing a World War II uniform! Where he had gotten that, she had no clue, but Alyss shot him a wide eyed smile and salute herself, saying “Thank you, sir.” in response, not being able to help herself.
She stepped in along with Nabi at her shoulder, and gazed around the room, eyes landing on the potted tree directly in the center. Alyss made a pit stop by the table to pick up one of the drinks, before smiling at the absurdity of the tree. Why on earth was a potted tree placed in the center of the room? Usually plants were put in corners, to add more color and liveliness to the room but not taking attention off of either the main, statement piece, or simply because they take up too much space. The placement of said tree was completely out of the ordinary, and not only was it funny, but it was also funny that the tree’s placement was the first thing Alyss had noticed upon entering the room.
Moving away from her leafy friend and towards her human ones, Alyss grinned at them before saying hello and introducing herself to those she hadn’t met. “Hi guys! I’m Alyss!” She said, before have a realization and continuing with“Er- sorry, no I’m Giovanni!” She said, deepening her voice to sound more like an old grandpa than a middle aged man that she assumed Giovanni was, before laughing at herself, getting herself together to ask a question. “And you all are? she questioned, before bringing her drink up for a sip. She had never had a margarita mocktail, and she supposed it wasn’t all that bad, though she definitely preferred more simple flavors.
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Mentions: @Prat Pass, @Nabi Park, @Elena Clark, @Eric Kim, @Novalie Moon, @Sanguinius Demarest, @Alliasta Holista, & @Evpraksiya Vinogradova
Interaction Status: Open
Action: Entering whispers!
Note: Permission to godmod Nabi
Mentions: @Prat Pass, @Nabi Park, @Elena Clark, @Eric Kim, @Novalie Moon, @Sanguinius Demarest, @Alliasta Holista, & @Evpraksiya Vinogradova
Interaction Status: Open
Action: Entering whispers!
Note: Permission to godmod Nabi
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1 Nov 2024, 20:35
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Interacting with @Alliasta Holista / @Novalie Moon / @Alyss Gilmour / @Eric Kim
Grouped with @Sanguinius Demarest / @Evpraksiya Vinogradova / @Nabi Park
I'm not a huge fan so i'll probably edit it, but nothing major will change (dialogues will have the same meanings, and her actions and gesture won't change either)
Abilities: Sixth Sense
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"Alliasta !" she chuckled. "Of course I remember you ! How's Kaito ?" The adorable ferret had indeed distured her reading, but she wholeheartedly forgave him, given he gave her the spark of a new friendship. "And you look fantastic ! Perfectly halloween themed." Alliasta was indeed looking lovely, and her presence made Elena relax instantly. "Oh, don't worry, you did not scared me," she reassured, shaking her head. "I believe we have to wait until everyone arrives, but why not get in character ?" Switching her drink to her left hand, she extended her right one. "The name's Tony DeLuca, mechanic. Pleased to meet you-"
The rest of her words trailed off as the door swung open, cutting her sentence in half. For a moment, a frown tugged at her brow, but it quickly washed away as a familiar ravenclaw stepped inside. Wasn't she a redhead before ? She must have dyed it. Shruging, Elena then noticed she held the hand of a boy she never saw. Are they...? A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, she watched the red- blonde head rushing toward her. "Novalie !" she greeted back, smiling. "It is ! I think we're going to have a great time."
A chuckle escaped her lips when Novalie forgot her role, then comically searched for her card. Seeing her always brought a smile to her face, given how sunshine and rainbows this girl was. "Tony DeLuca," she nodded. "Pleased to meet you." As she pulled her head in a ponytail - getting ready for action, Elena spotted her date ? friend ? the boy she came with standing around awkardly. Oh, I can relate to that. Smiling, she waved at him. "Hello !" she said, trying to be inclusive but not force him to talk. "I'm Elena, Elena Clark. Nice to meet you, I don't believe I've seen you before."
Her attempt at socializing was cut short by Novalie shoutting one of Elena's favourite dish. Frowning, she turned towards her, before realising that shout was directed at Demarest. Waffles ? Oh I'll defenitely remeber that one. Not hiding her amusement, she watched her friend question him. In the corner of her eyes, she watched a delicate blonde girl - another one - wearing a beautiful green dress approach, smiling. "Hi Alyss," she answered, smiling back. "I'm normally Elena, but tonight you can call me Tony." Matching the girl's movements, she also took a sip of her drink.
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Stats: Sta 6 / Ev 7 / Str 4 / Wis 6 / Arc 6 / Acc 6
Action : n/a
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2 Nov 2024, 00:23
Whisper of The Dark
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Thoughts
SpeechNabi's Dress:
ReducioThe Small Hall 2024.10.19 Interacting: @Sanguinius Demarest
Mentions: @Alyss Gilmour
Grouped with: @Alyss Gilmour | @Evpraksiya Vinogradova | @Elena Clark | @Alliasta Holista | @Eric Kim | @Novalie Moon | @Sanguinius DemarestNabi had followed Alyss to the Small Hall, giving the two young lads in their World War Two uniforms, a slight nod in greating. "Good evening..", as she walked inside she was greeted with the decorations of the room, Is this how the muggles live? hm.... Nabi walked around the room in thought, her hands gently behind her back as she did.
Nabi had noticed that Alyss had left to go mingle with others, she did see a point in bidding her goodbye as they would be in the same group anyways and her grey eyes continued to focus on the decor of the room. Eventually making her way to the table where non-alcoholic margaritas had been placed, she gently took one and took a small sip while she continued to glance around the room.
There were already a few others inside, all in their little worlds. With a soft hum, she thought of her role, Miss Maria...a merchant, how fitting. Perhaps I could sell the idea to point the finger at someone and stir their thoughts.... Nabi did not care if she pointed people to an innocent player, all she cared about was their reactions. How their theories would change when the player they had once been so certain of, was no longer their primary suspect.
Her eyes landed on a young boy, near her height just slightly shorter. Nabi narrows her eyes as she looks intently, He looks familiar.... His champange blonde hair only added to the feeling that she had seem him somewhere, hm..no..it can not be him..can it? Her gaze on him was intense as she continued to look at the young boy, any other person would cower under her gaze that could nearly burn a hole into what caught her attention. Her expression remained stern as she recalled a young boy who she was once friends with.
once a friend, now a mere stranger
The corners of her mouth turning down slightly as she recalls the young boy from her past. Perhaps he is just some random blonde boy who happens to look like the older version of him.. With a soft hum she takes another sip of her drink in thought, her eyes never leaving him.
Perhaps he is him...Abilities: none
Stamina: 6 Evasion: 6 Strength: 5
Wisdom: 8 ArcPower: 5 Accuracy: 5
Actions: Staring at Sanguinius
Items: Wand
8 Nov 2024, 18:58
Whisper of The Dark
Evpraksiya M. Y. Vinogradova
LOVELY CREATUREReducioUser is distractingly beautiful, +2 to DC
STATS
STA 7 │ EVA 8 │ STR 0 │ WIS 7 │ ARC 5 │ ACC 8
ACTION; talking to the trio
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INTERACTING WITH @Novalie Moon@Elena Clark @Eric Kim
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