OOC2 - Awards on P799! CG Colter, Devaena, Anton and Lurp!

Would you say your character is amazing, fabulous or just plain incredible?

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LadyFox

| Rivek Ailinar |

Rivek walked through the Greater Commons. He had the sword, wrapped in a sack cloth, under his arm. It was lighter than his real one and maybe a bit duller, but it looked the same from the outside. Marnek had done well.

Suddenly, his ears rang, and he heard Lily's voice between his temples. Instinctively, he almost blinked to meet her. No, he was going to meet her at Dead Man's. He just hoped she didn't get too feather-happy. It did hurt, being called like that.

He pushed open the back door to the inn and made his way upstairs where he picked the lock to enter his room. And he waited.

[LadyFox]

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The gold of the ring was tarnished, but the ruby was real and Lurp was pleased. The mask had felt beautifully smooth under her fingertips, and the paint job was perfect. This replica should work. Lurp keeps both of them inside herself as she returned to Deadman's as Lily. It might be a tad risky, but she's already been seen with Rivek in this form on multiple occasions so there's not much she can do about it now.

She heads up the stairs and turns the key in it's lock.

"Rivek?"

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LadyFox

| Rivek Ailinar |

Rivek opened the door, recognizing her voice, and shut it once she was safely inside. He blinked at the replicas. They were spot on. "Well done. Some pour soul missing a ruby ring, huh? A lot of money down the drain."

"So..." he said, turning to her. "The idea is - I hope she doesn't know - Devaena doesn't know if Outsiders leave bodies when they die. Let her - let her attack you, fall to the ground, drop the stuff... I don't know, be dramatic. But make it look like you're dead. Then turn into something small. Very small, preferably un-noticable to the human eye. Like a flea. Let her take the fakes, and be done with it."

"I'll follow you, the whole time. I just - need to go to Dee's room and take some of her skin powder to hide this," he pointed to his scar. He took a long sleeve shirt from his chest as well as a high-collared vest - black and cream, not his usual colors. He would have to cover his scars without bandages for now.

"If s**t gets too bad - just change. Pretend to take a hit and get out of there. Better make me look like I can't last in a fight than actually die."

He began to take of his clothes. "You'll want these."

[Jenannen]

Congrats to all the finalists!

Kimaya

Ok! Ribbons, Confetti and Fanfare : Top Five Six!
(we had a tie, and I dont think we need to do a tie-breaker - in no particular order)

Soon all of you will receive your mysterious PM regarding the faction which chose you and what to expect!!


• [ Brother ] Anton Valesca - le misanthrope
• Colter Grady Andrews - Les Cousins Dangereux
• Devaena - Jalil
• Fred Cervenka - Jaudaran
• Lurp - LadyFox
• Robin Cherie Banks - Madoneko

KIM:
Will this round not have runners-up then?

[Jalil]

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*~ MINI-CONTEST ~*

MC Entry for Sadye

Sadye stared at the man for a moment. "You've gotta be bleedin' joking!" she finally said, but there was a hint of something in her eyes. Sadye wanted so badly to go home. It was the only place she really knew well enough to be comfortable for long. Sadye didn't like being in strange places for strange reasons, even though it was sometimes a side effect of living in the City of Doors.

She considered carefully. Was it potentially worth it? It seemed to be putting herself in a lot of risk, leaving herself beholden to someone else or having to guard herself constantly lest someone steal one piece and leave her as good as dead, but...didn't she do that anyways? She'd always knew she'd have to give up something to get home, at least even if this was dangerous it was better than any other deal she'd been offered. She could still be in control of her own life, she would just have to be careful - not that she wasn't that already.

She even had a good idea of what her talismans would be. The necklace would hold her soul. That silly symbol had become more than just a pretty design to her over the years, it was who she was. The thorn amongst roses. And most of all it never left her neck save when she couldn't help it. More than that though, Sadye had always described her path as one that walked along a dagger's edge between what was right and what was wrong. That narrow, precarious path was what guided her decisions, always trying to stay within that tiny leeway and not lean too far one way or another. Sadye couldn't afford to be too hardened or too soft.

Her mind would be a charm bracelet in gleaming silver. She could almost see it perfectly in her mind, each of the little charms that made up her most precious or most feared memories, some gleaming and well kept, others tarnished and hidden away within the jangling metal to where she wouldn't have to see them.

Finally her body. Well, she'd always been identified with those spiraling, obsidian horns on her head. They were in a way her pride and joy, and of all her strange features they were her favorite. If some idiot wanted to see Sadye fight tooth and nail for her life? She dared them to threaten to remove her horns. They were probably the most physically identifying thing about her. After all, her wings and tail could be concealed under folds of clothing, her face and ears shadowed in a hood, her hands wrapped or gloved to hide their deformity, but those horns....she couldn't hide them except with magic, and most of the time she preferred it that way. She wouldn't ever want anything to happen to them. Especially not and her live through the ordeal.

Sadye paused for a moment. Was she really considering this? But yes, for a guaranteed chance to go home? She'd heard of people who'd gone through worse separations, and while she couldn't say she was particularly fond of the idea, it was the best offer she'd gotten so far. And above all, it was an offer, not a demand in the disguise of an offer being shoved down her soddin' throat.

She took the contract and read over it again wanting to be sure before she signed. "So how about that snifter of brandy, cutter? I think I'm gonna need it."

[Jenannen]

Kiddo Seanchain

Kimaya

At this proximity, and having once again sighted Seist, Shiver was able to resume her read on his emotions. She was impressed with his air of bored disinterest, while at the same time dissatisfied. Clearly he was not inexperienced in this game and had no intention of making things simple for her. Under normal circumstances she might enjoy the challenge, but the thought that an outsider may pose it was quite upsetting.

In that case no point in drawing things out. She had thought initially to tail him growing methodically more careless, but if he were experienced in this game it may reveal as much of her as of him. She continued to make nice with Yaric over drinks until he was sufficiently inebriated. She flashed him a smile and heightened his interest in her so it would be perceived, on his part, as flirtatious. Even better than she had hoped; he leaned over and whispered in her ear.

She stood and backed away a shocked expression on her face. “I’m no cheap floozy!” she responded indignantly.

Now she incited his anger, “What, I didn’t offer you enough? That your problem?” he roared. His much taller and bulkier build towering over her.

Inside she smiled, she had chosen her target well, but externally she let herself appear cowed. She shook her head, “No, that’s not the problem...”

The bartender, by no means a scrawny man, stepped out from behind the counter and stepped between the two. Pointing to the door he told the man to leave.

To Shiver’s disappointment Yaric actually seemed to consider it. Well that simply wouldn’t do. She flared his anger back up and Yaric forcibly pushed the bartender aside. “Then she goes with me,” he declared grabbing Shiver’s arm.

[LadyFox]

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"I aim to please." Lurp replied, plopping down on the bed. "Do we leave bodies behind when we die?"

Lurp listens to Rivek's plan and becomes increasingly uncomfortable. "Rivek, if I were a flea at my weight, I would sink right through the cobblestones. The smallest I could go is mouse, and it would be harder to control my form then... Thinks he would notice a mouse?" Lurp wonders if this is going to work. "I'm not worried about her hurting me, I can fake dying well enough, and not much she would do to you, well someone she presumes is you, would hurt me much. I don't know that you following me is necessary, isn't that kinda risky? Isn't the whole point of this to get her AWAY from you?"

Lurp is beginning to think she is going to have to sneak out and set things off on her own if Rivek is going to take these kind of risks. "I can't be worrying about me AND you at the same time. I won't be able to focus."

Lurp accepts the clothes from him. "Right, if things get bad, just die and turn into a mouse, got it."

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LadyFox

| Rivek Ailinar |

"So your shifting actually generates force. Interesting. Or you are very, very heavy." He laughed and instinctively threw up his arm to guard his head - whenever he insulted Willow's weight, she would punch him. He finished putting on the new clothes.

He motioned for her to stay there as he snuck into the hostess's room through the window and sat down at her boudoir. Blonde Dee was very pretty, but immediately turned all men away with her foul language. Luckily, that still meant good tips. He took the skin-colored cream and wiped it onto his face, muttering curses about wearing makeup. He dusted some other powers under his cheekbones and around his nose, to darken the contours for added disguise. Finally, he shifted his eyes from their standard blue to a piercing gold. He looked himself over in the mirror. He felt... like a shadier, sleazier, starved version of himself. Maybe a cousin, but it would do. He climbed back through his own window.

"Cockroach, flea, mouse... the clothes should help hide the transformation - I'm guessing they won't shift with you, so when she's looking through them, you'll have some getaway time."

"I'm following whether you like it or not," he said, throwing a hooded cloak on. "I can run faster than you think. But since I'm following - you'll have to leave first."

[LadyFox]

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“I don't change weight when I shift, and I'm a perfectly good weight for my normal size!” Lurp manages to get one playful head bonk in before Riv has fled the room. Really jokes about her weight don't phase her. It is what it is. Unlike human women, she can't change it, so why bother worrying about it?

While she waits for Rivek, she takes his form, and examines it in the mirror. IT's a perfect replica. She smiles and then shudders. Her smile does not look right on his face. She has to remember to smile like him. She's him now she reminds herself.

Then Riv is back and things are happening altogether too quickly. Lurp delays by wrapping bandages around her arms and throat, and clipping the new mask into place on her leg. The ruby ring is hung in a pouch on her belt, and the new sword sheathed at her side.

“It doesn't make sense for you to come with me. You're too vulnerable.” This is the point at which Will would be getting pissed and yelling at her not to act as if he were a toddler. She sometimes treated him as fragile because humans WERE so very fragile. Then again she's the one dead isn't she? Still, she doesn't relent with Rivek. She crosses her arms.

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LadyFox

| Rivek Ailinar |

Seeing his face and body staring back at him - trademark one-sided-smile included, he shook his head, "I still can't get used to that."

"I shouldn't have to insist how ... uh, not vulnerable I am." He laughed, "If it makes you feel better - just go first. And who knows if I'm following you or not?"

[LadyFox]

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Rivek can be turned into a puppet if he loses either that sword or that mask. Lurp calls that vulnerable, but she doesn't point this out as it should be bloody obvious. Rivek gets treated to what he looks like when he's mad. Or at least what he could look like angry. If he were somebody else. Lurp throws her arms in the air.

"WHERE are we even going? According to Mack she checked out hours ago and hasn't been back? How are we supposed to find her? If you keep following me as we cover the city searching for her, won't you be conspicuous? Anyway, I need to get some supplies first if we are going to pull this off." She hadn't realized that Rivek would want to take off the instant they met up again.

[LadyFox]

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"Alright, then go get supplies - but are you sure that isn't something I can help you with either?" he flipped the hood over his head. He really didn't like obscuring his vision like this, but it was less risky than having his face out in the open

Lurp has the feeling that if she says no, he will still follow her. He isn't getting mad back, and she can't keep up all this steam without some sparks on his part. She sighs, She shifts a thin layer of herself over the clothes and bandages, tweaking here and there, until standing before Rivek is a young women with red-hair, and about his build save for the breasts. The cut of her dress is familiar without matching his tunic exactly.

"You can point me to a slaughter house and a blacksmith's."

Rivek obliges with a smile and a bow that makes Lurp want to hit him. Not that she didn't already. She always thought it was strange how you could be so angry and yet care so much about a person at the same time. By the time they have gotten a great deal of chicken blood and a bag of iron filings, she is ready to channel her anger into something productive.

Behind a stable she takes in the chicken blood, and resumes Riv's form, hanging the small pouch of iron filings on her belt.

"No matter what happens, how I scream, or what I say, DON'T come to help me. I'll be trying to make this convincing afterall. Now, where do we go from here?"

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LadyFox

| Rivek Ailinar |

He raised an eyebrow. "I don't know how to take the fact that it seems like I make a half-attractive girl..."

"Right, because when I hear myself screaming in pain, it's going to be something I want to watch. Better get good at shifting those pain receptors - I don't think she's one to play nice with her victims."

[LadyFox]

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Lurp just nods. "Let's head back to the Meet, then. You spend most of your time there right? I should take your shift, it will be a good chance to milk customers for sightings of her at the very least, and if we are lucky, she will show up while "you" are taking a drink break."

They walk in silence most of the way. Before they arrive at the Meet though, Lurp turns. "Get further back now, we don't want people associating us. I'll go first." Lurp waits until he has actually backed up a bit before continuing on to the Meet. She doesn't look back to see where Rivek is before entering and looking around her..