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Estelle Knoht
Estelle Knoht
Posts: 1751

11/7/2017
I am not familiar with everyone in this post, so I am going by what I have seen before of other players:

My guess:

Carried to the door by way of a Twitchy Messenger Bat, in morse code
- Very fittingly, that could sound like literally any spy. This is fancy words for "I don't know where to begin".

Tall, thin letters written with an abnormal rightward slant - A Big Rat confession that could apply to anyone with a conscience! More fancy words for "I don't know where to begin".

On elegant paper in neat script, marked only by tear-stains at the edge of the paper - There is a very limited pool of Hesperidean to pick from. It might be Drake Dynamo or his characters (all of which has other RP concerns to cry over, though). an_ocelot, Ebzfan or Nedemmons are out on meta reasons. Dov doesn't seem to do RP, and it seems extremely OOC for Nigel Overstreet.

I guess I will lean on Drake Dynamo since he actually does RP around these parts.

A messy scrawl on a sheet of notebook paper, burnt at the edges
- Not Maxwell Bradford, neither tone nor profession fits. Not the Insatiable Confidant; no revolutionary ties. Not Tanith Wyrmwood. Nero Severn, wrong profession.

Faint red and lilac ink / And finally, carved on a slate of unmelting ice - written by Passionario and as his alt. No-brainer.

Um, I don't think I made much of a guess at all, did I? Oh dear...
edited by Estelle Knoht on 11/7/2017

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Posts: 260

11/7/2017
As really quite obvious as Passionario's was (for anyone who read And Now His Waltz Is Ended, anyways), I have to admit I completely missed the red lilac ink one. It makes sense in retrospect though. I swear I didn't coordinate those two to come out on the same day.

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ReusedNPC, a d__ned lunatic.

Edmund Viric, a rather dreamy sort.

"I won't stay long, I shan't stay long! Tell me a secret."
--the Baldomerian
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Teaspoon
Teaspoon
Posts: 866

11/7/2017
gronostaj wrote:
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and i can't be the only one waiting excitedly for tomorrow's batch of confessions. and the day after tomorrow. and the day after day after tomorrow and


indeed you are not

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Aberrant Eremite
Aberrant Eremite
Posts: 362

11/7/2017
Estelle Knoht wrote:
A messy scrawl on a sheet of notebook paper, burnt at the edges - Not Maxwell Bradford, neither tone nor profession fits. Not the Insatiable Confidant; no revolutionary ties. Not Tanith Wyrmwood. Nero Severn, wrong profession.

Estelle noticed me! Swoons.

I think that you probably both considered and rejected Tanith here for the right reasons.

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Tanith Wyrmwood: Longshanks cat-burglar; Bohemian author; now, perhaps, something more. Bubbly, expressive, and affectionate. It’s not only still waters that run deep.
Telemachia Lee: Gentle lady by birth, brawling Docker by choice. Good company in the drunk tank.
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11/7/2017
Realized I only actually posted six confessions. I've appended a seventh confession to the post. Guess who's never going to Seek the Name on account of not being able to count to seven?

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ReusedNPC, a d__ned lunatic.

Edmund Viric, a rather dreamy sort.

"I won't stay long, I shan't stay long! Tell me a secret."
--the Baldomerian
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Passionario
Passionario
Posts: 777

11/7/2017
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And finally, carved on a slate of unmelting ice:
"HIGH TREASON. OBSCURITY. AIDING AND ABETTING THE THIEF OF FACES. CONSPIRACY TO SOLICIDE.


No prize for guessing who that last one was.

Written in all caps... is it Flesh-Stick? wink

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gronostaj
gronostaj
Posts: 403

11/7/2017
Shaky and rushed, with paragraphs crossed out and rewritten:
I had two vials left after the job was done. Sold them to an Urchin gang. Cantigaster. They were in a feud with another gang of urchins at the time. I needed the Echoes - I needed a Mirrorcatch to feel the Sunlight one last time...The scene that followed the day after was... (-the rest is incomprehensible-)

no joke that's really good. i think my favourite in the batch. i sympathise with the author's need to sell deadly poison to a bunch of kids, but i condemn their need of sunli- no, wait

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Soft-Spoken Surgeon, a doctor who owes an onerous debt. Professor of medicine at the University by day, at criminal employ by night. Open to all non-harmful social actions.
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Kukapetal
Kukapetal
Posts: 1454

11/7/2017
He's too dumb to commit any of those crimes and you know it, Passionario :P
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Sara Hysaro
Sara Hysaro
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11/7/2017
I second the like for the Cantigaster confession - very nice. And Passionario's are also excellent, of course.

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Aberrant Eremite
Aberrant Eremite
Posts: 362

11/7/2017
gronostaj wrote:
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All those moments will be preserved, like bones in amber.

is that a reverse reference to "all those moments will be lost, like tears in the rain" that i spy? if so, i'm loving it

and i can't be the only one waiting excitedly for tomorrow's batch of confessions. and the day after tomorrow. and the day after day after tomorrow and


With possibly a bonus reference to the Unearthly Fossil?

And no, you're certainly not the only one.

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Hieronymus Drake: Gentleman scholar, big-game hunter, scar-faced aristocrat. Remarkably sane, all things considered.
Tanith Wyrmwood: Longshanks cat-burglar; Bohemian author; now, perhaps, something more. Bubbly, expressive, and affectionate. It’s not only still waters that run deep.
Telemachia Lee: Gentle lady by birth, brawling Docker by choice. Good company in the drunk tank.
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Posts: 260

11/8/2017
Let it be known that I appreciate the term "zubreddit" greatly. Anyhow, here's your second batch of confessions, fresh off of the door.

Intricately detailed, calligraphy, with heavily embellished capital letters:
It must be Her will... Yet, i dare not. Worse - neither dare i confirm such will (or lack thereof) with a mere question. What measure are "Nonage" or "Innocence" in a Goddess? And still, the fear that i may forever lose Her favor terrifies me so, that i am kept from professing my Love.



Scribbled, passionate, and almost elegant:
My wife left me the day of our wedding. I've now remarried and assumed she's gone, but I never truly knew what happened to her. Maybe I wasn't enough for her, maybe I didn't look hard enough. It doesn't matter. I'm happy, I've moved on, but I'll never know what became of my zee-fairing friend, and I can't help but feel guilty.



Firm and boldly slanted, but meticulously adherent to the lines:
I was almost certain that I knew, when she mentioned 'other honeys.' But I had to be certain. I had to see for myself how deep the rot at Court went. And so I went with her.
I knew that they craved the red honey, but I had been so repelled by viewing the manner of its collection that I never asked myself why. Yet when I tasted it, I knew.
To be another person, live another life, see things through fresh new eyes as for the first time: a first kiss; a first broken bone; a first sight of the color yellow…
And underneath, low enough to be easily ignored, the screaming of a brain in torment. I shall never forgive the Empress for allowing red honey to be served at the Palace.
I shall never forgive the Princess for giving it to me. And I shall never forgive myself for liking it.
It was only the once. I thought that I could not remember that night, that taste. But I shall never forget.




Short and stumpy, the words slanting downhill:
Tired. Tired of trying to hold things together. Of trying to control what can't be controlled. I'm tired of denying myself what I want, fearing I'll break what I cannot fix. They will break no matter what I do.



An elaborate and sweeping script, with tiny, delicate foot tracks around the letters:
After my first day in the city, I realized that London was a much rougher place than I had originally anticipated. So I did what any newcomer would do, and convinced one of the local ruffians of my innate divinity.
Yet even after she inevitably saw though my deception, she has stayed faithfully by my side. She has fought many a battle for me, and even offered me her eyes, once. Naturally I refused, for I would make quite a poor parent. But to this day I regret refusing her. Not because I still long for those eyes, but because I know that I don't deserve them.



In handwriting described to me only as "awful":
I sought truth in dark places, once. Now I am nothing but a common thief, my respectability built on lies and stolen goods.



And finally, in the writing of someone well-practiced with a Zaner-Bloser handwriting-- hang on a sec, how long have they had to practice this? Seven years? Eh, it's probably enough time. Anyways:
There's a war coming, above...I could try to stop it. I might even succeed. But I don't dare: I know too much already, yet not enough to interfere.


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ReusedNPC, a d__ned lunatic.

Edmund Viric, a rather dreamy sort.

"I won't stay long, I shan't stay long! Tell me a secret."
--the Baldomerian
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Frederick
Frederick
Posts: 34

11/8/2017
I'm excited to see mine come up later. I sort of forgot what I wrote.
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shylarah
shylarah
Posts: 171

11/8/2017
Foot tracks is obviously a spider of some sort.

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Alts: (please direct all inquiries to Alys & say who they're for)
-Nikki, the Playful Daredevil, leading the constables on merry chases across London at every available opportunity. It's not a good robbery if you didn't get chased~
-Shylarah, waifish, wide-eyed, painfully foreign, entirely untamed. Her search for a way home now leads her to Parabola. There's something about her...
-Dr. Maxwell Thomas, a kindhearted physician who can't stand to see suffering. Moral to a fault, even to his own detriment. Unlucky in love.
I would rather be taken for a fool than deny aid where it is needed.
-Angie, the Cheeky Sharpshooter. Got her start with the Regiment and proudly operated their cannon for years. Rowdy, rough, and among the best shots in London.
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shylarah
shylarah
Posts: 171

11/8/2017
I think short and stumpy might be Sly's Maxwell Bradford. But I don't know. Had this been pre-election, I would have been certain, but now he is more confident.

If it is him, never fear. I shan't tell Alys.

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Lady of Cold Steel, Lady of the Flit, Lady Alyssana Grey. A formidable woman, hard to read and slow to trust. Darkness lurks inside her.

Alts: (please direct all inquiries to Alys & say who they're for)
-Nikki, the Playful Daredevil, leading the constables on merry chases across London at every available opportunity. It's not a good robbery if you didn't get chased~
-Shylarah, waifish, wide-eyed, painfully foreign, entirely untamed. Her search for a way home now leads her to Parabola. There's something about her...
-Dr. Maxwell Thomas, a kindhearted physician who can't stand to see suffering. Moral to a fault, even to his own detriment. Unlucky in love.
I would rather be taken for a fool than deny aid where it is needed.
-Angie, the Cheeky Sharpshooter. Got her start with the Regiment and proudly operated their cannon for years. Rowdy, rough, and among the best shots in London.
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Slyblue
Slyblue
Posts: 225

11/8/2017
If I didn't know better, I'd start writing letters to all the characters I know. Was someone engaged? And then married someone else? And none of my characters were invited? The gall!

Sadly, that means I have no idea who wrote most of these. I clearly need to start messaging more roleplayers.
shylarah wrote:
I think short and stumpy might be Sly's Maxwell Bradford. But I don't know. Had this been pre-election, I would have been certain, but now he is more confident.

If it is him, never fear. I shan't tell Alys.

Ding ding ding!

I'm a bit sad the entire description didn't make it through. The "Ts like wayward crosses" was a pretty big hint.~
But yes, even under all that bravado, he still feels things are going to crumble around him at some point. That feeling never went away, glimshine. He's been trying to be the best man he can be.

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"For hearts of truest mettle, absence doth join and Time doth settle."
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shylarah
shylarah
Posts: 171

11/8/2017
D'awww~

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Lady of Cold Steel, Lady of the Flit, Lady Alyssana Grey. A formidable woman, hard to read and slow to trust. Darkness lurks inside her.

Alts: (please direct all inquiries to Alys & say who they're for)
-Nikki, the Playful Daredevil, leading the constables on merry chases across London at every available opportunity. It's not a good robbery if you didn't get chased~
-Shylarah, waifish, wide-eyed, painfully foreign, entirely untamed. Her search for a way home now leads her to Parabola. There's something about her...
-Dr. Maxwell Thomas, a kindhearted physician who can't stand to see suffering. Moral to a fault, even to his own detriment. Unlucky in love.
I would rather be taken for a fool than deny aid where it is needed.
-Angie, the Cheeky Sharpshooter. Got her start with the Regiment and proudly operated their cannon for years. Rowdy, rough, and among the best shots in London.
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Reused NPC
Posts: 260

11/9/2017
Slyblue wrote:
I'm a bit sad the entire description didn't make it through. The "Ts like wayward crosses" was a pretty big hint.~
But yes, even under all that bravado, he still feels things are going to crumble around him at some point. That feeling never went away, glimshine. He's been trying to be the best man he can be.



Whoops. I try to make these somewhat uniform, and not taking up too much space. The entire handwriting description is "Short, stumpy, t’s like lonely wayside crosses save where they crucify the entire word, the words themselves slanting slightly downhill".

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ReusedNPC, a d__ned lunatic.

Edmund Viric, a rather dreamy sort.

"I won't stay long, I shan't stay long! Tell me a secret."
--the Baldomerian
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Slyblue
Slyblue
Posts: 225

11/9/2017
Haha, don't worry! Turns out people who know him figured it out anyway Big Grin Still, thanks for doing this. It was really fun!

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The Smiling Devil The Curt Licentiate The Keen-Eyed Captain

"For hearts of truest mettle, absence doth join and Time doth settle."
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Posts: 260

11/9/2017
As an aside, I'm thoroughly pleased that everybody's enjoying this so much. Perhaps I underestimated how seriously people take their Fabularities. Maybe I'll try this again if I'm still around for Hallowmas of 96.

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ReusedNPC, a d__ned lunatic.

Edmund Viric, a rather dreamy sort.

"I won't stay long, I shan't stay long! Tell me a secret."
--the Baldomerian
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gronostaj
gronostaj
Posts: 403

11/9/2017
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Perhaps I underestimated how seriously people take their Fabularities.

i've been laughing about the idea of londoners being so desperate for confessions that they'd put their hands into an incinerator for them but i must confess, i'm curious enough for more of these delicious secrets that, while perhaps i wouldn't risk an incinerator, i'd maybe consider a quick flick of fingers through a candle flame (;

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Gronostaj (pl. Ermine), a decadent duellist of mysterious and indistinct gender. Seeker. Willing to die- but not of boredom. Open to all social actions, including the harmful ones.
Soft-Spoken Surgeon, a doctor who owes an onerous debt. Professor of medicine at the University by day, at criminal employ by night. Open to all non-harmful social actions.
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