Estelle Knoht
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6/19/2016
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Estelle hesitates. The man obviously want her in the warehouse for some reason, but it is hot. And her Rubbery friends are blowing into their instruments - a distress call! She runs around the building to see Fluke-Bore engaged in a tug-o-war against several drownies. Their object of contest is a man she hasn't seen before. A top hat floats nearby. Rubbery waves to her before joining in to assist Fluke-Bore in trying to pull the unconscious man ashore against the drownies.
Estelle frowns at the scene, then pulls out a small bottle and uncork it, screaming in unison with the noise released from the bottle. When she's done, she throws the now useless bottle, which bounce off cleanly off a drownie's head.
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Estelle Knoht, a juvenile, unreliable and respectable lady.
I currently do not accept any catbox, cider, suppers, calling cards or proteges.
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Koh Kai Ying
Posts: 110
6/22/2016
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Shadowcthuhlu wrote:
'What do you think is the best way to flush her out?"
"Continue to follow the campaigners and watch which ones break away."
"Or we could use the horn."
"But, why?"
"She's picked a fight with the devils. She would certainly break away if she thought they were here."
"You just want to use this horn, don't you?"
"What's the point of stealing a horn from the Infernal Hunt if I never get to use it?"
"You just want to cause trouble today, don't you?"
Dirae Erinyes gives a grin. "I have my reasons."
An echoing hunting horn will explode out through the square, causing panic.
Evensong watches the bicyclist with careful eyes.
The group of campaigners cycles on obliviously to the infernal hunt. Neither the campaigners nor Illyria has been exposed to the roughest part of the Neath; some other civilians scream and cries and hide, and several truly dauntless campaigners sings hymns to counter that.
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Illyria K is your friend!!
More active nowadays. Eager for any social actions including Loitering!
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Shadowcthuhlu
Posts: 1557
6/24/2016
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Koh Kai Ying wrote:
Shadowcthuhlu wrote:
'What do you think is the best way to flush her out?"
"Continue to follow the campaigners and watch which ones break away."
"Or we could use the horn."
"But, why?"
"She's picked a fight with the devils. She would certainly break away if she thought they were here."
"You just want to use this horn, don't you?"
"What's the point of stealing a horn from the Infernal Hunt if I never get to use it?"
"You just want to cause trouble today, don't you?"
Dirae Erinyes gives a grin. "I have my reasons."
An echoing hunting horn will explode out through the square, causing panic.
Evensong watches the bicyclist with careful eyes.
The group of campaigners cycles on obliviously to the infernal hunt. Neither the campaigners nor Illyria has been exposed to the roughest part of the Neath; some other civilians scream and cries and hide, and several truly dauntless campaigners sings hymns to counter that.
"Well, at least it make those bicyclist easier to follow. Let's see where they led us."
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https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Dirae%20Erinyes. Closed to calling cards, but open for all other social action. I also love to roleplay.
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Vavakx Nonexus
Posts: 892
6/24/2016
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Estelle Knoht wrote:
Estelle hesitates. The man obviously want her in the warehouse for some reason, but it is hot. And her Rubbery friends are blowing into their instruments - a distress call! She runs around the building to see Fluke-Bore engaged in a tug-o-war against several drownies. Their object of contest is a man she hasn't seen before. A top hat floats nearby. Rubbery waves to her before joining in to assist Fluke-Bore in trying to pull the unconscious man ashore against the drownies.
Estelle frowns at the scene, then pulls out a small bottle and uncork it, screaming in unison with the noise released from the bottle. When she's done, she throws the now useless bottle, which bounce off cleanly off a drownie's head.
Soon, the Game-Carver arrived to the commotion through a nearby backdoor, carrying a rather large and varied set of resources. Several Bazaar Permits and Infernal Contracts poke out from the double-handful of... stuff. Souls, mostly. Brass and gems. Something you thing might've been a wooden idol.
The Euphemian, as soon as they witness the Founder, Koldun, begin to put down the amalgamation of scrap in their hands. Slowly...
The Rubberies seem to be winning the tug, less thanks to their strength or number, but to the now-noticeable tiredness of the Drownie...
Finally, the items are safely put away, and the Game-Carver grips for their blade and unleashes their weapon to pierce the Drownie's heart. Possibly lungs. They are in basically the same spot, and some leeway is required for melee fights. Still, ruthless offence is occuring! Murder and blood!
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Amets Estibariz, the Moulting Eidolon: Cradled by a sun all their own.
Blabbing, the Hobo Everyone Knows: The One Who Pulls The Strings. A Clarity In The Darkness.
Charlotte and the Caretaker: A family?
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Vavakx Nonexus
Posts: 892
6/28/2016
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[OOC: Anyone still here?]
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Amets Estibariz, the Moulting Eidolon: Cradled by a sun all their own.
Blabbing, the Hobo Everyone Knows: The One Who Pulls The Strings. A Clarity In The Darkness.
Charlotte and the Caretaker: A family?
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Koh Kai Ying
Posts: 110
6/28/2016
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Vavakx Nonexus wrote:
[OOC: Anyone still here?]
[ooc: yes, still thinking. should we wait for koldun?]
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Illyria K is your friend!!
More active nowadays. Eager for any social actions including Loitering!
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Vavakx Nonexus
Posts: 892
6/28/2016
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Koh Kai Ying wrote:
Vavakx Nonexus wrote:
[OOC: Anyone still here?]
[ooc: yes, still thinking. should we wait for koldun?]
[OOC: Probably not. I'd say that there should've been a warning somewhere along the way about not participating for more than 3 weeks. I don't wish to antagonize Koldun, but we cannot wait forever for a response from him. Let's get the RP moving again.]
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Amets Estibariz, the Moulting Eidolon: Cradled by a sun all their own.
Blabbing, the Hobo Everyone Knows: The One Who Pulls The Strings. A Clarity In The Darkness.
Charlotte and the Caretaker: A family?
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Shadowcthuhlu
Posts: 1557
6/28/2016
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OOC: I'm busy stalking poor Kol but the rest of you can probably continue with whatever you found in the warehouse. I'm sure Dirae Erinyes will catch up with you when they are finished being a menace to London traffic.
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https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Dirae%20Erinyes. Closed to calling cards, but open for all other social action. I also love to roleplay.
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Morkan Kassington
Posts: 261
6/29/2016
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Morkan simply nods at the weary Captain. He extends a hand to Zoe. "Let's get to Concord, I need to report the situation. And you will be safer there."
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Ladies of the Neath, here comes Morkan Kassington, the gem among gentlemen
(He is actually a self-centered and foolish braggart, but he means no harm. Hit him up for social actions or dangerous lessons! Or just flirt.)
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Zoe DeGeest
Posts: 104
6/29/2016
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Morkan Kassington wrote:
Morkan simply nods at the weary Captain. He extends a hand to Zoe. "Let's get to Concord, I need to report the situation. And you will be safer there."
"Alwigh."
Zoe stands and follow the Boastful Captain, but not before thanking the another Captain. "Thank you for the 'elp, Captain." She slaps her forehead. "Or thank ya both for your 'elp, captains."
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Zoe DeGeest, your humble churchgoing grocer, now respectable.
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Morkan Kassington
Posts: 261
6/29/2016
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Morkan leads Zoe out and hails a hansom cab, then ushers her onto it. "We are not going to walk there, it is quite a distance and you should rest."
The road was bumpy and they pass by many civilians on edge and the occasional scream, but they arrive without any complication.
Entering the bastion of Constables, he leads Zoe through halls and staircases and hallways, but a Constable stops them when they try to enter a certain office. "A tip, the Chief's in a bad mood now, friend. Best let him calm down a little and make sure you have something he wants to hear."
Morkan nods and simply usher Zoe to a nearby bench instead. He turns to explain to her. "I need to wait for a friend first. What do you want to tell the Chief?"
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Ladies of the Neath, here comes Morkan Kassington, the gem among gentlemen
(He is actually a self-centered and foolish braggart, but he means no harm. Hit him up for social actions or dangerous lessons! Or just flirt.)
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Koh Kai Ying
Posts: 110
6/30/2016
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Shadowcthuhlu wrote:
Koh Kai Ying wrote:
The group of campaigners cycles on obliviously to the infernal hunt. Neither the campaigners nor Illyria has been exposed to the roughest part of the Neath; some other civilians scream and cries and hide, and several truly dauntless campaigners sings hymns to counter that.
"Well, at least it make those bicyclist easier to follow. Let's see where they led us."
Illyria adds in lyrics about petitioning for more constables to maintain order on the streets. Originally going to stop at a church, the crowd of cycling campaigners changed their minds for an ad-hoc petition at Concord Square for more constables to quell public panic, When the crowd of campaigners arrive and begin crowding the entrance to Concord Square, Illyria slips into the building. She rushes to the office where Morkan and Zoe are waiting outside of.
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Illyria K is your friend!!
More active nowadays. Eager for any social actions including Loitering!
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Shadowcthuhlu
Posts: 1557
6/30/2016
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Evensong is adept at finding people in a crowd- it's an important skill in the service of Foreign Office work. Dirae Erinyes, an experienced operative will slip into the back of the building. Of course, they really don't know what they are looking for and will probably stumble into the crowd by per luck and accident rather then through any real detective skill.
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https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Dirae%20Erinyes. Closed to calling cards, but open for all other social action. I also love to roleplay.
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Estelle Knoht
Posts: 1751
7/4/2016
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Vavakx Nonexus wrote:
Soon, the Game-Carver arrived to the commotion through a nearby backdoor, carrying a rather large and varied set of resources. Several Bazaar Permits and Infernal Contracts poke out from the double-handful of... stuff. Souls, mostly. Brass and gems. Something you thing might've been a wooden idol.
The Euphemian, as soon as they witness the Founder, Koldun, begin to put down the amalgamation of scrap in their hands. Slowly...
The Rubberies seem to be winning the tug, less thanks to their strength or number, but to the now-noticeable tiredness of the Drownie...
Finally, the items are safely put away, and the Game-Carver grips for their blade and unleashes their weapon to pierce the Drownie's heart. Possibly lungs. They are in basically the same spot, and some leeway is required for melee fights. Still, ruthless offence is occuring! Murder and blood!
Estelle pulls the man ashore and pokes him randomly for signs of life. The man still breathes, but remains unconscious. At a loss of what to do, she signals her companions to come over and give the man some assisted breathing. When even all the tentacles failed to make the man stir, she signals for the man to be carried off and follows along, leaving the weird Bird-Lover alone.
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Estelle Knoht, a juvenile, unreliable and respectable lady.
I currently do not accept any catbox, cider, suppers, calling cards or proteges.
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Koldun
Posts: 133
7/25/2016
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OOC: Hello everyone. I'm so very sorry I had not responded for an incredibly long period of time. I had a busy couple of months. I hope to restart this thread if possible.
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Shadowcthuhlu
Posts: 1557
7/25/2016
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I'm wiling to. Also willing to restart the honey dream phantom as well.
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https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/Dirae%20Erinyes. Closed to calling cards, but open for all other social action. I also love to roleplay.
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Vavakx Nonexus
Posts: 892
7/25/2016
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[OOC: Well, I'm still in the forums. If everyone else is up for continuing this or the Phantom, I'm in.]
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Amets Estibariz, the Moulting Eidolon: Cradled by a sun all their own.
Blabbing, the Hobo Everyone Knows: The One Who Pulls The Strings. A Clarity In The Darkness.
Charlotte and the Caretaker: A family?
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