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    Vera Walden
    Vera Walden

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    Lineage : Evil Angel
    Position : None
    Posts : 121
    Guild : The Rune Knights
    Cosmic Coins : 5
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 4,087

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    Post by Vera Walden on 8th March 2020, 6:08 pm

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    WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO?



    There was not a night in which she did not ask the genie to make her most trivial desires come true, and looked forward to having her wishes granted harboring childish expectation and wonder. If he did not make at least one of them happen, she learned that his kind had limitations to abide by and refused to complain about it.  One night he made her leave the luxurious hotel room she was miraculously able to afford,  for Zeale insisted that she get fresh air She had complained of suffering mild chest pains, and when they went away from the hotel he got a better look at her face. He only noticed her eyes were fully dilated when the lacrima-powered street lights cast their glow over her, and in them had been a lack of shame. He found that he pitied her and grimaced.


    Her insides were feeling rawer than usual, to breathe hurt her poor lungs, but the euphoria was there to encourage her foolishness and provide an escape that endowed her spirit with creative and emotional energy. It would be brief. She admired the oriental architecture over which she had the pleasure of viewing, walking with her mystical escort side by side, his overall disposition calm and not quite matching with the extreme giddiness Vera exhibited. He knew her better than the closest of her companions because she wished for his silence, so of this, he would speak of to no one, and he watched her closely. Odd to say she was not truly happy. The act of making broken conversation and grinning madly seemed meaningless to him, she wasn’t even aware that his level of engagement had diminished.

    Zeale went back to prioritizing her safety looking bored and tired but made no effort to shut her up, he even seemed to find more interest in the people passing them by than her self-assigned quest to speak his ear off. Surely he found she was more enjoyable when she wasn’t dabbling in the awful powder. There was less giggling and more tolerable humor. Ugh, what is the matter with me? I’m looking for a little adventure, a little more of that kick. And, per usual, hey, time’s up and I’m feeling nothing, except for maybe the bugs crawling underneath my skin. I want to rip it off.”

    “My condolences to your impaired judgment. Now all that is left is the craving, but I think it would be a waste of your life to continue looking for a high you’re never going to experience again.  Ideally what you want is to go cold turkey before your body gives out. Accordingly, your health is getting progressively worse and it would be in your best interest to cease."


    “I don't have time for your drama llama. What I am,” she scratched at her arms, a huge contradiction to her claim, “is having a good time. If things go downhill from here, I can just wish away my problems."

    "Well, I wonder what your loved ones would think if they learned of your sins as a Rune Knight? And, yes, you might as well. But there are consequences that will be left pending in the universe with each wish I grant." He said, arms crossed over his chest. He felt his heartbeat quicken, and his red eyes bulge out of his skull. Here was the disappearance of a fool; here he was, an even bigger fool, for letting her out of his sight. Oh, goodness! He cried inwardly. Then he remembered he was an all-powerful Elemenie and could easily locate his present owner with just a snap of his fingers.

    Vera looked as he once did, concerned and annoyed when he found her. There was not a person to be seen who wasn't running, and such a people were yelling warnings and pointing to safety, the topic of interest being pirates, which made Zeale forget his prominence and capability -- as well as his bravery. He erupted into a puff of smoke and chose to indulge in his cowardice, suspending his magic until further notice, and regarded Walden's feelings only after returning to the lamp. Vera looked down at once, and, rubbing the tiny lamp she had in her pocket, gasped loudly. Not because he refused to help her, but because the lamp's smooth surface revealed the truth so blatantly.

    "I've seen more brains, spine, and balls in snails. Add this to your crap bucket of sins, Zeale. I'm not Rudolph, I'm not going to guide Santa back home with a white nose. Why didn't you tell me I had something on my face?!" Vera yelled, rubbing her nose with her sleeve. She brushed the remains off her red jumpsuit, momentarily forgetting Hosenka was under attack.






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    Prince Chaos
    Prince Chaos

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    Post by Prince Chaos on 10th March 2020, 5:35 pm

    Bringing the cut cigar to his lips, Erik Holmgeirr drew the lighter from his jacket pocket and lit the stick ablaze for a moment. A dull crimson light, a stream of white smog, and a pleasant scent penetrated his lungs before he removed the cigar and let out a tuft of smoke. “Hosenka,” Cap’n Erik murmured to himself. His brown eyes peered around the general area. While he brought the cigar back to his lips. Lost in his thoughts, Erik continued to stroll around the city of spas’ port.

    The auburn-haired pirate raided his fair amount of ships when he was still an apprentice under his former captain. But, for the last couple of weeks, he had been on his lonesome. Erik had found no members to join his crew and was raiding ships on his own. Plundering ships on the open sea wasn’t hard as long as he watched out for easier marks. But, he knew he would not be a fearsome pirate or get the treasures he sought if he kept playing it safe.

    He exhaled another stream of white smoke. “A horrible habit,” he mentioned to himself as he had found himself at this cigar and tossed the burnt-out end of the cigar on the dock. Erik had tried to quit his smoking habit twice but always failed at the end. Certain habits were bad to have on the open sea. Erik could always plunder a vessel for liquor, but finding his brand of cigars was hard.

    He pulled out another cigar - cutting it - before setting it ablaze. A few puffs and he let out another low sigh from his lips. “I am thinking about it too much. My head hurts.” He held the cigar in one hand before he pulled out a flask from his jacket pocket. He uncapped it and took a swig of the liquor inside of it. “Tastes like poor piss…” He said - continuing to take more swigs of the alcoholic beverage before taking a few drags off his cigar. “Screw it. Thinking is a pain. Dunno, how people enjoy sitting around and scheming shit.”

    It was then that his eyes noticed her away from the docking area near his ship - a slightly chubby woman. She was perhaps in her early forties. Even with the faint streetlights, Erik could see the glimmering gold of an expensive necklace around her neck. This was the reason he had come to Hosenka. It was a resort city famous for drawing in many wealthy people. He quickly smoked this cigar and took a few more swigs off his flask. He made his way to her location near the neck and pulled one of his modified flintlock pistols from his waist strap.

    “Puddin! Puddin! Come out you, little rascal! Mommy needs to get back to the hotel.” The woman said searching for something. Erik assumed it was her child or a pet, but her search didn’t matter to him. He wanted the gold from around her neck along with any other possessions of value she had on her. It was then the woman turned her head and seemed to notice him. She ran up to the nearly seven-foot man. “Good sir! Have you seen my Puddin? He is a cute little s-” She spoke until she saw a pistol pointed at her head. “Sorry, lass. I haven’t seen your pet. But, I noticed that gold necklace around your neck.” Erik said looking down at her and then he had noticed a few things about her. While she was chubby, something that happened with age, he could see her fine mountains that they were closer to each other. “Not bad, lass. You have some expensive clothing. I will take them.” He told her.

    Erik was then met with a scream - a response he had expected to hear. “Help, I am being robbed!” She screamed out. “Robbed? No, I am here to plunder this city of all the wealth it has, lass. So, scream what I am right. I am a pirate!” Erik said as he placed the gun to her head. “Now, I want you to understand. I have no intention to kill those who submit and hand over their valuables with not a problem, lassie. Resist and…” It was at that moment, another person came onto the dock. “Release the woman and…” Erik could see out of the corner of his eye that this was a man who had a weapon - a sword. He reached to his side and pulled out his other pistol. A magical bolt of energy left the muzzle of the gun and hit the man in the leg, bringing him to his knee. Another shot was quickly fired and shot the sword out of the man’s hand. Screams of pain and anguish left his lips. “I hate heroes so much. If you wanted to save her, you should have taken me out immediately. Don’t hesitate.” Erik warned him. But the screams and the shots seemed to set the town in a frenzy. Followed by the woman screaming pirates.

    “Oh, do you think that will help you? Are you going to resist, lass? I am an equalist. I will kill anyone who resists regardless of gender or age.” His hand pulled on the trigger, and she screamed out for him not to do it. Her hands went around neck and pulled the necklace off and grasped in it her hand. “Don’t… Don’t kill me… You wanted it right… Mister…” She said shaking a bit from her fear. “The clothes too, lass,” Erik said - driven a bit by his greed and lust at the same time. He had no intention of forcing himself on her, but seeing her in a more… fun state… wouldn’t be a bad thing. “Wait, you were serious?!" She said horrified and flustered - not sure to be flattered or embarrassed or scared at this point. She could see the lust in his eyes.


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    Erik's Pistols:

    Name: Okeanos Model 1791 [Amount Possessed: 9]
    Rank: Weak
    Type: Magitek Flintlock Pistol
    Proof of purchase: N/A
    Description:
    Okeanos Model 1791:
    Okeanos Model 1791 Ilya-treleaven-flintlock-pistol-con-1-721860ac-fq29

    One of the older models of magitek gunner weaponry, the Okeanos Model 1791 is based on a normal flintlock pistol. Being modified to draw ether-nano from the air, it is capable of firing an endless stream of energy-based bullets without any need to be reloaded or standard ammo. However, it is capable of using regular bullets - if the magical energy in the air is absent. Of course, it is only able to shoot two normal bullets before being reloaded. It is this drawback that caused it to become mostly obsolete. Generally only being used as a showing weapon.
    Abilities: N/A
    "I want money! Women! Status! And power! I want everything this world’s
    selling and eternity is topping the list! Understand?"



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    Vera Walden
    Vera Walden

    Player 
    Lineage : Evil Angel
    Position : None
    Posts : 121
    Guild : The Rune Knights
    Cosmic Coins : 5
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 4,087

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    Post by Vera Walden on 14th March 2020, 9:53 pm

    In her other pocket was a small bag of crushed Moody Hues, a legal drug, that she had the less than brilliant idea of inhaling in combination to the cocaine invading her system. The combination proved nearly fatal to the last remaining brain cells she had left. A wild burst of screaming laughter ripped out of her, terribly amused as she finished rubbing off the white flakes along with the moody hues. She took notice of nothing except the fearful folk that zipped by her faster than a breeze. She pushed the bangs back from her forehead, as she had a fashion of doing when a little confused, and against her better judgment moved against the tide of panic. She was not entirely in her right mind when she drifted toward the root of the problem. She was normally one to run away from it when she wasn’t drugged up, and it was not until she had arrived at the place of trouble, that she seemed to almost want to take the reaction of the many that fled the scene seriously. But she hardly knew what to think, and, to make matters worse, she did not consider hiding behind the public waste container to eavesdrop on the older woman and the man.

    Like a baby turtle going out to sea for the first time while being exposed to hungry seagulls, the difference varying if only because she was quite high, Vera Jayne snuck closer to them for a better look and paused her clumsy approach with a ridiculously sluggish blink. The heroic act of a selfless stranger she thought most rare and perhaps very short-termed, that shadow of her more somber self believed, spoke too soon as the heartless bloke pulled out his pistol and aimed for his leg. And then the innocent, drained-of-color, sobbing woman he cornered earlier cried real tears for the fallen hero. She had some difficulty removing her golden necklace and could not stop shaking for the life of her.

    Vera Jayne, her good logic on leave for the night, allowed her chin to drop and settled her eyes on the zipper of her crimson jumpsuit. It was so shiny, so silvery. She gripped the slider dragging it down at a slow speed as a great ‘zzzpttt’ sound pervaded the cool air. It took longer than necessary as there were times Vera would jam it up somehow, what with her clumsy fingers and questionable vision, and have to pull at it again. But it was released once her cleavage became more visible to herself. Taking a small keyring out of her bra with an almost intoxicated air about her; she had closed up her jumpsuit afterward with that same awkward slowness and was uselessly shaking the circular piece close to her ear. Nothing. She jiggled it once more. There was nothing to come of it with all this repetitiveness, and unceremoniously dropped it as a flickering, possibly dying light bulb flashed above her head.

    Whether this young girl was a runt member of the human race, a drunken woodland nymph, or a suicidal idiot, is what perhaps no one could decide at the moment, so reasonably offended was the hostage by the heartless display of the purple-haired loon that she hardly touched the strap of her dress just to process what was going on. Vera was not the tallest person there, though she appeared so for the brief time she had to appease her little key ring, so randomly did her slender form dart about like a forest deer with rabies.

    She was dancing, whirling like a spinning top, and sprinting around the neglected key ring like she was trying to summon an army of flesh-eating clowns. It was bizarre and perhaps even a little majestic, as though she had done this for a living, and then she came to a startlingly perfect halt. And, like a puppet, bowed deeply and artificially, head hanging and hair curtaining her face. Her dangling hand made a grab for the key ring and upon rising to full stature — the spherical item glowed mysteriously and revealed its true form. It was a massive feather duster of every color imaginable, and with it she danced her way to them. The baked dimwit was still vibing with the dangerous mixture in her body, and it showed. She slammed her knee on top of the gushing wound and purposefully leaned in to add pressure. Her judgement might’ve been horribly impaired, but she valued life instinctively and placed her seemingly harmless feather duster beside him.

    It seemed like something cruel of her to do and it did not make the woman next to her any less frantic. An attempt to remove his long sleeved shirt was made and with it she wrapped his injured leg tightly, allowing her to take her blood soaked knee off it. She heard a dull clinking sound coming from the floor beside her, and Vera seemed quite aware that the lamp should not have fallen out like that. Yet there it was. Her eyes were wider than a pair of saucers, lips puckered with cheeks sucked in.

    “Is the awful pirate gone, Master? May I come out now? It’s terribly stuffy here. Miss Vera?” Zeale spoke from within the lamp, much of it glowing to indicate his presence. She quickly snagged her feather duster and her lamp and looked like she was ready to run wildly through the streets.




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    Prince Chaos
    Prince Chaos

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    Post by Prince Chaos on 19th March 2020, 8:18 pm

    Just like a fledgling seagull leaving the nest and taking flight, the auburn-haired pirate’s confidence soared from how successful his first solo raid on a village was going so far. Before him, he had an older, wealthy woman completely underneath his thumb, underneath his mercy. Behind him, there was a man was on the ground bellowing in pain. Erik couldn’t have planned it any better. Well, if he had bothered to plan anything regarding this raid. Like most things, he acted on impulse - following his immense desire for wealth. He was not prone to thinking things through like a more rational individual.

    His eyes trailed toward the wealthy woman in front of him. His finger pulled back on the trigger to exert more of his dominance over the madame while he took in the sweet sounds of the man’s suffering behind him. He had an innate dislike for heroes. As a man who followed his own desires and his own morals could never understand heroes or people who proclaimed to be selfless. But Erik’s enjoyment at the chaos he had created came to an abrupt end from sensing another person entering the scene. He had originally thought the local authorities had come to inspect the ruckus and were ready to fight a band of pirates.

    He then heard a zipper unzipping. Confused, the pirate aimed his magitek flintlock pistol at the new individual who had arrived - allowing instinct to take over for a moment. In this darkness, which was light up by the scattered lacrima light-posts on the dock, Cap’n Erik’s eyes ended up seeing a dull purple followed by the light simmering off the zipper of the new person’s clothing. In contrast to the other man, she didn’t announce herself as a threat, nor did she try to attack him. But the captain’s eyes darted to something else that caught his attention - glorious mountains. It was one of the few reasons he came on land. It was rare to witness fine peaks on the sea.

    With his other head doing a bit of the thinking for a bit, Erik trailed his pistol at the purple-haired woman - watching her perform before him. “A circus performer?” He said enjoying the show a bit. However, his hand never left the pistol. The horrified wealthy woman attempted to escape and move away from the pirate while she diverted his attention. A bright light left from the pistol and a bullet of magical energy left the chamber - hitting the ground next to her. “Don’t you move, lass.” The captain said - tilting his head to the side. “Did you think I would forget about you, lassie? Strip down and hand-over your clothing. I don’t have too much time to waste on a druggie.”

    The auburn-haired pirate didn’t see too much of value on the dancing drunk. To be honest, he wasn’t sure if she was drunk, high, a combination of the two, or just plain stupid. But she didn’t seem to be a threat to his current activities so he could let her live. With a few tears in her eyes, she unbuttoned her blouse. But then the sound of something clanging on the floor got his attention.

    The auburn-haired pirate didn’t see too much of value on the dancing drunk. To be honest, he wasn’t sure if she was drunk, high, a combination of the two, or just plain stupid. But she didn’t seem to be a threat to his current activities so he could let her live. With a few tears in her eyes, she unbuttoned her blouse. But then the sound of something clanging on the floor got his attention. 'A lamp?' Erik thought to himself. Perhaps it was a trinket worth a bit to his broker, or possibly it could be of use to him. It looked familiar, though. A strange sense of déjà vu hit the pirate for a second. “Oi, purple-haired lass…” Cap’n Erik said - not understanding what the lamp was, but he was sure he just heard it speak.  

    It seemed like she was about to dash away from the situation, which would force Erik to decide if to keep his current bounty or chase after her to get the lamp. He pulled on the trigger of the other pistol - aiming it at her leg. The energy bullet left the pistol. Like with most things, he wouldn’t make a choice regarding his greed.  If he had hit her, he would speak to her for a moment. “That lamp of yours is rude, isn’t it? I prefer the term dashing rogue or handsome pirate or even… terrifying compared to awful.” A laugh left his lips while he looked down at the purple-haired woman. “More than that, I would prefer if you use my name, Cap’n Erik, lasses and lad.”


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    Health: xxx/ xxx | Magical Power: xxx/ xxx | Pirate Swag: Infinite
    Passives and Spells Used:
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    Erik's Pistols:

    Name: Okeanos Model 1791 [Amount Possessed: 9]
    Rank: Weak
    Type: Magitek Flintlock Pistol
    Proof of purchase: N/A
    Description:
    Okeanos Model 1791:
    Okeanos Model 1791 Ilya-treleaven-flintlock-pistol-con-1-721860ac-fq29

    One of the older models of magitek gunner weaponry, the Okeanos Model 1791 is based on a normal flintlock pistol. Being modified to draw ether-nano from the air, it is capable of firing an endless stream of energy-based bullets without any need to be reloaded or standard ammo. However, it is capable of using regular bullets - if the magical energy in the air is absent. Of course, it is only able to shoot two normal bullets before being reloaded. It is this drawback that caused it to become mostly obsolete. Generally only being used as a showing weapon.
    Abilities: N/A
    "I want money! Women! Status! And power! I want everything this world’s
    selling and eternity is topping the list! Understand?"



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