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Post by Daphne Tue Mar 30, 2021 11:09 pm

Daphne

got too much dirt to come clean, closets full of skeletons that you don't
wanna see. Will you judge me? All my ugly? I won't blame you if you do
Daphne Rose Ravenwood




So... she had not gone to Hoptus Forest. At least, not yet anyway, but she would get there soon enough. Maybe.

At the very least, she had endured a rather exciting time in Riverforte, the chaotic events of the Spring Festival and her little run-in with that imbecile from the bar had made for a fun memory. And so it was time to head a little closer toward the monster-hunting grounds. Now Daphne could have taken two routes, either she could have taken the road to the west toward Engloria, and cut down through Otenshire on the way or she could head south and detour through Lyndon Port. West would have been the more direct route to her destination but that choice didn't seem as fun as the alternative, so she instead had headed south. The bustling port town was as lively as ever, it's busy markets were always full of activity. And after an afternoon of shopping, Daphne would wander its streets in search of an inn or hotel to spend the night. Pockets zipped tight and a firm grip on her bags, she knew enough about Lyndon Port to know that even she had to exert some caution in such a place. Not that she couldn't handle herself.

The sun was setting in the seaside town and Daphne was becoming increasingly aware of the eyes that seem to scope her. The girl with vibrant pink locks, dressed from top to bottom in the latest Rivengate fashions, looking very much like someone clearly not from here. Anyone who knew anything about Rivengate, knew that such attire was pricey, which meant that for greedy persons with loose morals, the girl was the ideal target. As the sound of her heels clicking grew louder, Daphne noticed the said of the busy markets fading away, coming to a stop she glanced around. "Oop, think I wandered too far..." She mused to herself casually, conscious of the men moving in her direction. They thought they were so slick, so sneaky when in truth they were bumbling in her direction like a gaggle of baboons. Sighing pointedly, she turned toward them, accepting the fact that she clearly wasn't going to be able to avoid this situation. "Looking a bit lost there, Miss."

Plastering on a plastic smile, she would lift her right arm and begin to play with a loose strand of hair. "Oh my goodness, you have no idea. You don't have to know where a nearby tavern is, do you? I'm not from around here." In the most obvious manner, the three oafs would exchange glances before grinning at her with faux chivalry. "Course, the Dragonfly inn is only up the road, we'll show you the way." With a sigh of relief, Daphne placed her hand to her chest, thanking the men and following them along. They would wander along the main road for a bit, the men making idle chatter, pretending to be nice. Doing a really bad job of it. Before they would guide her into an alleyway, manoeuvring themselves behind her to block her exit. As she turned, the blokes already had out their pen-knives, leering at her in with their most menacing grins.

"Give us all your Vygs, and we won't hurt ya... too much." Daphne feigned a look of fear, "No please, don't hurt me! I have no money I swear!" She cried out, tears brimming at her eyes in the most convincing manner. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the men, the earth beneath them began to change, slowly morphing into black sand. "Stop playing us, we can see all ye shopping bags, and them fancy Otherworlder rags."

"No, Please!" She called out, trying hard no to smirk. Any second now...

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Post by Viktor Voronov Wed Mar 31, 2021 1:53 am


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Lyndon Port. It was a strange feeling to be back here, even if the man knew it would only be for a short time. That was the plan, at least. Lyndon was the closest port to the Avalon Islands, Viktor Voronov's ultimate destination, though these streets, the streets he had grown up in, were familiar in a way that felt oppressive and uncomfortable. Everything that connected him to days long gone was something he would rather avoid, and every corner he turned brought him closer to that possibility. Still, he still had more than a few days before the ship that would take him towards a future he interpreted as bright and promising would depart. Then again, any step up compared to what he had been doing so far would be a bright future. He had more than enough time to kill, and Viktor wasn't the sort to spend his days holed up in a hotel room. He knew that Lyndon had too many forms of entertainment to offer to waste time in that manner, even if some of them were not necessarily meant for the ordinary populace. Viktor was certain it would be fine either way. He knew his way around these streets, around these corners, and, since it hadn't been too long since he had departed, around certain businesses and groups as well. He was sure that some people would remember him, though how much that would be worth ... it wasn't his to answer.

He wondered what exactly it would be that would occupy his attention for the next few days, however. He knew of at least a couple of covert establishments where one could pit their strength against others in exchange for a good little bit of prize money. The prospect appeared attractive enough, certainly. Not only was Viktor more than confident in his skills, but the opportunity to obtain just a little more experience, just a little more strength was never something he would pass up. You never knew what these filth-ridden streets could produce. They had given birth to him, after all, meaning they were not entirely worthless. In the end, Viktor decided against it. He was certain it wouldn't necessarily make the best of impressions if he showed up at the organization known as Velvet Reign covered in cuts, bruises, and possibly with the odd broken bone. Lost in thought, Viktor would sigh inwardly. Perhaps some other day. He was certain that, after all, there would still be ample opportunity to test out these newly-found skills at some point.

Turning a corner, a smirk would spread across Viktor's face, his eyebrows inching closer together as he stumbled over the sight before him.

It seemed that he would get his opportunity sooner rather than later. The three men before him, the cornered girl. It was a sight he had seen many times before. He had been on either side of this exchange before, being robbed blind by the various street gangs, and in turn, robbing the unsuspecting travelers and adventurers that passed through this place and strayed too far from the populated streets and busy taverns by the sea. No hard feelings. In truth, he could understand these guys, and if he had come across this particular scene a few years prior, he probably would've turned around and left them to do their thing, but ever since back then, he had a particular aversion to these types of folks. The gangs especially, and he didn't need a second glance to know that these three figures were exactly the type. Aggression boiled up within him, the girl on the other side of the small group, the other end of this alley, being only a secondary concern, but she offered a convenient excuse for him to exercise the power he had been wanting to develop.

"Heya", the greeting was delivered in a friendly tone that starkly contrasted the emotion that swirled within his chest like a raging vortex, the smile on his face portraying no emotion other than a serene calm. Normally, he wouldn't have glanced at her twice, but the woman delivered him a perfect chance on a silver platter, his smooth, soft-spoken voice ringing out when he opened his mouth and spoke. "These guys wouldn't happen to be bothering you, Miss?". Inevitably, he would be bound to draw the attention to himself, Viktor already being able to imagine the response that would await undoubtedly await him from this scum. He wasn't particularly in the mood for conversation, instead taking a defined step forward, which was immediately followed by another one. Any responses of the rude sort, he hoped, would be nipped in the bud, his eyes fixed on the girl not far from him for a few seconds. The smile on his face spread into a grin. These guys were nothing more than ordinary street rats. He was eager for a confrontation and it appeared like the opportunity had fallen right into his lap, the man radiating an air of overwhelming confidence.

"If you'd like, I could assist you with a little bit of ... garbage disposal?".



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Post by Daphne Wed Mar 31, 2021 6:51 pm

Daphne

got too much dirt to come clean, closets full of skeletons that you don't
wanna see. Will you judge me? All my ugly? I won't blame you if you do
Daphne Rose Ravenwood




Had anyone else been their target, then Daphne might not have been so inclined to punish these men for their poor choice of lifestyle, she did not judge them for it. They were just trying to make some money, a means to live. Even if it was at the expense of others. But in choosing such a life, there were always consequences, and someone had to teach them the consequences, so they could better themselves in at least some way. Hopefully.

If anything Daphne was obligated to take on this role, as mentor and punisher to these filthy brutes. Did they not know the world that they lived in? The threats that were freely wandering around them every day, no, such oblivious little chumps. They clearly have never felt the terror of a demons gaze, the agony of a vampires bite, or in her case, the wrath of a witch.

Daphne would pull her bags closer to her body, as though in some way this would prevent them from being stolen. Her acting was sublime, this she knew, and they were buying it completely. The soil beneath their feet was almost completely fully covered in black sand, she could have handled this a little more hastily, but it was more fun to drag it out a bit and let them think they had a chance. Any moment now their minds would warp and she would paint a most awful picture of hell for them.

At least that had been her intention until someone stepped into the alley behind them. Daphne froze as she saw him, thrown off by the young man's sudden appearance. Perhaps a third thug wanting to get in on the action, no, he seemed too pretty for that, too clean looking. Still, she had accounted for anyone wandering into their little situation, and he wasn't quite in range for her spell, she took a moment's pause, waiting to see what he would do. Then he spoke, approaching the group in quite a friendly manner, and as he directed a question at her showing concern for her well-being it took all of Daphne's will power to stay in character. What a fantastic turn of events! The sand on the floor would subtly seep back into the ground, as though it had never been there in the first place and instead the woman would change tactic.

"Please help me! They are trying to rob me!" She cried out to him, even managing to get the tears to fall as her eyes locked with the heroic stranger. By this point the thugs had turned toward the newcomer, knives now pointing in his direction.

"You'll leave if you know what's best for you boy." The apparent leader of the three snarled in a menacing tone, clearly displeased that their mugging had been interrupted. "You're outnumbered three to one, get lost before we cave in that pretty face of yours."



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Post by Viktor Voronov Wed Mar 31, 2021 11:30 pm


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A sharp gaze mustered the woman as the immediate reply to his questions came, then wandering back to the three men surrounding her. In truth, he had very little interest in her. A convenient excuse, just another tool for him to use at this moment. And how could he not? The opportunity was simply too good to pass up. Not only could he test out the little bits of magic he had been working on oh so diligently, but he was pretty certain that these guys would carry at least a little bit of spare change on them. They were little fish here in Lyndon, of course, that much was clear, but he knew that, just like Viktor himself, they were probably in search of some early evening entertainment, the man figuring they were the type to supplement their funds with what they took from passing idiots dumb enough to lose their cash to street rats, only to spend it all on cheap wine and the same old liquor. Well, not that he blamed them, but they had crossed the wrong guy to get away with it this time.

"I like those odds, but don't you think it's a little unfair?". Viktor would continue to embody confidence. He just couldn't help but feel smug when confronted with the likes of these people. "Maybe you should go and get some of your friends to join you? That would make it an even fight, at least". The provocation was delivered such that he knew the lowlifes couldn't ignore it, and the way they had seemed to try and threaten him earlier, well, he knew it wouldn't take much to push them over the edge. "You're dead, kid", was the only reply he would get before the first one raised the weapon he firmly clutched din his grasp, his knife pushed forward as he charged. There was little grace or technique involved in the way the thug came at Viktor, the man ascertaining that, with great certainty, there guys were simply nothing more than your ordinary trash. If one ignored the fact that this trash was swinging around a blade, of course.

"You call that a knife?", the redhead chuckled briefly as he stepped back, avoiding the first wild thrust of the blade the other had directed at his chest. This motion was followed by an uncoordinated slash that appeared anything but aimed, Viktor, once again, letting his practiced footwork do the maneuvering for him. Hand-to-hand combat was his area of expertise, and indeed, he was proud to call that one of his most-developed skills. These clumsy attacks, delivered in a sloppy way, were nothing more than child's play if one knew the strengths, weaknesses, and intentions of their opponents and their armament ... and Viktor could read these people like an open book. The redhead pulled his hands back to his chest, ducking with a swiftness that far outclassed that of the would-be robber. In the same motion, a swirl of water materialized around his hand and lower arm, shifting into a spinning vortex of azure fluid as he pushed himself upward, driving his fist into the thug's chin. The water had accelerated his momentum, propelled his extremity forward, and increased the power of this relatively mundane strike to a degree that the man would be briefly lifted off his feet and thrown back into the direction of his buddies, impacting ungracefully on the cobbled road of the alleyway. It had been enough to knock him out cold. Would be a while until he would get back up again, Viktor figured. Maybe it would teach him a lesson, as cocky as it was.

"Filthy bastard!", another of the remaining two exclaimed in a fashion that the redhead could only categorize with a certain condescending sarcasm as the eloquence and charm of a Lyndon native. He was quite tired of individuals like these. "Yes, yes, heard it all before. Let's end this, shall we? I'll show you what a real knife looks like. Maybe you'll learn something". With a certain motion, practiced and distinct, Viktor pulled his hands back, elemental water once more forming from seemingly thin air around his hands, though this time it would begin to coalesce in his grasp, condensing into a tangible shape and forming a matching pair of dagger-like shortswords. His expression, meanwhile, had shifted, the calm from before being replaced with a gleeful, cruel grin that barely made a mystery of the man's desire to crush these idiots, his attitude reflecting this desire as he took a fighting stance. "Come at me, then. I haven't got all day".



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Post by Daphne Tue Apr 13, 2021 10:57 pm

Daphne

got too much dirt to come clean, closets full of skeletons that you don't
wanna see. Will you judge me? All my ugly? I won't blame you if you do
Daphne Rose Ravenwood




It occurred to Daphne that taking their money might be a little more difficult now, but that was okay. She didn't need to rob them, she had only planned on robbing them in return for attempting to rob her in the first place. But heck it was a small price to pay to watch the chaos unfolding around her. The guy seemed confident, and he had to be to wander into an alley with three thugs. His retort to the main brute's threat sent a thrill of delight through the pinkette, incidents such as this? Well, they were better than the theatre!

As the fight began, Daphne would continue her performance expertly, even going so far as to cry out or gasp every now and then. All the while thoroughly enjoying the show, her rescuer, she noticed, was quite the dish and watching him handle these lumps with ease continue to excite her. At one point, Daphne's let out a real gasp, one that wasn't acting, as her eyes witnessed the swirling water that danced around his palm. So he was a magic wielder? What a wonderful twist. She thought, as her eyes watched him use the water to enhance the force of his blows. Almost as though the magic was propelling his movements, admittedly she had never seen someone fight in such a manner, but she had to give him props for creativity.

One of the thugs would fall, leaving two remaining, Daphne's eyes would dart from her rescuer to the man on the floor. Quickly her sand would manifest, sliding inside his pockets and emptying them of any Vyldergold he had in there, before disappearing once more. Her rescuer was at this point, still engaged with the other two. She could tell that the men, despite their bravado, were beginning to regret their decision it seemed, they could tell that they were outmatched, but unfortunately for them, he had the exit blocked. One of the thugs would run toward the man, whilst the other moved toward her. He reached out, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her toward him, pressing the knife against her jugular threateningly.

"Let me go, or I'll slit her throat."

Oh, so that's how this was going to go. Not even trying to spare his friend, just himself. These really were a group of lowlives in seemed. A part of Daphne wanted to destroy the filthy cur then and there just for touching her. But in this case, her curiosity would win out, Daphne feigned a look of terror, glancing over to her rescuer choosing instead to see what he would do. Would he intervene or let her die?



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