Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160414012026/@comment-26852465-20160417231504

Vinessa looked ghastly.. as though she hadn't slept for a week. She looked up at Armstrong, and.. the tears began welling up in her eyes. She leapt up, drawing him in a tight hug.

"Thank you..." She whispered to him, gingerly letting go. The color in her eyes had faded...

"It is with your selflessness.. that I may return to the afterlife. I.. I'll get to see my family again." Slowly.. she bowed her head.. looking to his door ajar. "I.. I don't wish to track my dust in your lovely home. So.. with what time I have left.. I must take my leave. Goodbye.. Mister. I can easily call you my greatest friend." With that, Vinessa began walking out the door. The other girls looked on with dread filled expressions.. somewhat unwilling to see Vinessa go.

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The shadow emerged from the woods... it was a woman. She had golden blonde hair, with blushed, fair skin. Her eyes were practically bloodshot, and her attire.. aristocratic. She looked like she had been through hell, though. On her shoulder, she carried a body. The body of an elderly man with an arrow through his eye, his blood having long gone cold. At the sight of Nikolai, the Vampire's eyes softened..

"How could I not have entered the city, yet..? I must be lost.." she whispered under her breath. She stopped her forward motion, setting the man's body down gently. "I beg your pardon.. today has not boded well, for me." Her expression turned serious. "I'm looking for someone. Someone I've fostered a fresh new vendetta with. Male, wears a hood over his face.. uses a crossbow. Have you seen anyone matching that profile?" She pointed to herself, and then to the body next to her. "Someone like that made an attempt on my life.. and murdered a Man of the Cloth. Despite my disdain for murder... I feel he needs to be brought down, before he kills anyone else."

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The moment Click entered the Palace, he would be greeted by the sensation of being watched. The place was coated in a dense layer of fog, something that shouldn't have been present.. hence, it was likely magical in nature.

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The minotaur seized the gun, skimming over it carefully with her finger, and then sniffing it. Suddenly, her gaze turned malevolent. "This is Old Man Winkle's gun!" She tossed it at Pat's feet, her fists clenching. "Whaddya mean he's an incubus!? That old sod got caught out there!? FUCKING HELL!" She held onto her head.. clearly stressed. "Damn it all.. who is going to feed us and milk those debauched Milkies now!?" The Holstaurs looking on seemed very distressed. They heard everything.. Old Man Winkle wasn't coming back.