#factionstarter

[x-wanderingsouls]

Starter: Open to anyone Location: Valentine yacht

Billie do this, Billie do that, head of the family, listen in to what they're all saying; and oh, by the way, go insane like every other female in the HISTORY of Astors all so we can stay rich and powerful. The so-called responsibility of being the last female Astor was going to kill the young witch, and it was already driving her insane. The day had been filled with an endless parade of people's inner most thoughts, and what was simply meant to be a party, had turned into an order from her father to gain information on everyone who was there; Wilhelmina had other plans, that mostly involved drowning out everyone by filling her body with as much alcohol and any other substance she could find. "That's three to me and how many to you, exactly??" Billie queried smugly as she put her now empty glass down with a heavy thud, voices still murmuring in the background; she needed more. "Come on, don't tell me you're out already? I was just starting to think we could have a little fun tonight."

[recklesseeker-x]

OPEN STARTER;

Location: Overgrown lake, deep within the woods.

A pair of ripped shorts and a tank top were laying out in the sun, along with a few belongings you wouldn't exactly know weren't hers, while Indie swam and forgot about the open world around her. She launched herself out of the water without a care in the world, her body exposed as she lowly sung a very outdated song, one that stopped as soon as she caught the eye of the person in front of her. She was a deer in headlights. "You can take the stuff if you want, but leave the clothes -- actually, could you get them for me?"

[collextivesoul]

              “ ---- shall I repeat myself, or do you understand this time?” the alpha whispering in the warlocks ear, his hand gently resting on the other species shoulder before turning him around. A firm nod to his wolves who would show the little shit the door. “Clean up this mess” a passing comment to one of his workers. “Drinks on me” arms raised as he yells around the room, a cheer soon erupted as the party continued.

[xbeautifulmonsters3]

She sat outside the shop, like she usually did when it was dead inside. She sat as well as she could on a windowsill, looking at random shit on her phone while she waited for someone to come up to the apothecary she and Guilia ran. That’s when someone looking at the store through the window caught her attention. “Love spell or heartbreak cure?” she questioned cooly, “Or maybe even a curse?”

[cbsidian]

OPEN STARTER ;

          THANKS TO LYRA’S influence, Faina had actually put some thought into her outfit for the evening, and had even gone through the effort of getting her hair and nails done in an attempt to be anywhere near as glamorous as Chord expected his guests to be. Her perfectly manicured nails drummed impatiently upon the bar as she waited for the bartender to return with her drink. Looking around, Faina puffed an exhale from her lips before striking up conversation with the person stood beside her, hoping to free herself from the quick approaching boredom and urge to leave to a more lowkey party.

“Having a New Year’s Eve party at the M.O.M.A is so conceited.” she chuckled in amusement. “Although I expect nothing less from Chord.” the witch rolled her eyes, although a smile remained upon her lips. “I actually think we have a pretty good spot here to wait and see who embarrasses themselves first. My bets are on him.” she nodded over in the direction of a man clearly already drunk and making huge hand gestures to make his story seem more eccentric than it probably was.

[antiiromanticx]

                    ⁂  "Chord is as annoying as ever, but even I have to agree that he throws such great parties”

[fightersoftherealms]

“uh, alright,” he said, clearing his throat. “anyone know any good stories? knock-knock jokes?” no one answered so he continued. “okay, okay. i got one. a man walks into a police station and asks the receptionist if he can speak to an officer. she waves over one of the officers, who asks what he can do for the man. the man only has one question: he asks the officer if it’s a crime to throw sodium chloride into people’s eyes. The police officer is taken aback and replies that it would be assault. the man rolls his eyes. “i know it’s a salt, officer. is it a crime?”

[x-wanderingsouls]

Starter: Open to anyone Location: Valentine yacht

There was one person alive on this earth that could get Rune to clean himself up, which meant no blood stains upon his skin nor clothes, and that person was Loki. So, of course Rune stayed true to his word when leather clad feet made contact with the deck, not a single drop of blood could be seen -- however, Rune's hair was in his traditional viking braid, his finest furs adorned muscular shoulders while the bones of his triumphs were worn around his neck, only for special occasions would these be worn by the blood-mage. A deep sigh was omitted as the search for a pint of ale began, before hearing a snicker from his left, keen senses aware that those words were meant for him, and Rune was many things, not all good as he knew, though he would not disrespect someone based upon looks, that truly meant NOTHING in this world, and did not take kindly to such ignorance. "I think you should say it louder." the nomad suggested as he turned to face the culprit as ice blue stare met the unsuspecting gaze of the other, unblinking as Rune stepped closer. "If you are going to insult me, look into my eyes as you say it. Now go on, let me hear that again."