#nytehavyncircle

[siiinfully]

"Bein' soft is not a weakness..." He moved to her and took her hands in his. "Bein' kind is a good thing, y'know." (Tolaas to Scarlet Morningstar) from @nytehavyn-circle

“Unfortunately, I was born on the other side of the morality spectrum,” she said, though she didn’t move her hands away from his. “Not sure how good the daughter of Lucifer can be, but at least I don’t smite people blindly.”

[thebadtimewolf]

‘forced lewd admittance’ (At'Ele'gun)

Send ‘forced lewd admittance’ for my muse to admit out loud one lewd thing they want to do with your muse!

Optionally, specify a name and my muse will state one lewd thing they want to do with that person instead!

The Vigilante took a drink, bundle up nerves of showing her hand.

"To be fair, it isn't my first time with a dragon. It's just been so long. Dark times, that's how long ago. Dunno if I count gods that are dragons or not. Would be first here on Earth, though. In the air."

[legends-and-savages]

@nytehavyn-circle liked for a starter from R.ebecca

Rebecca didn't fully register that she was almost worrying her hands as she waited. She should really be asking Higgins to met players, but she liked to do it herself. So she kept an eye out as she waited.

[naughtynecromancer]

A couple of years ago, Mori gave Tolaas a key to her home. Which he used tonight. Both of them had been so busy lately, they hadn't had time to see each other. He was remedying that tonight.

He unlocked her door and stepped inside. "Mori, darlin'!" he called out. "Look, I missed ya an' I'm tired 'a not seein' ya. So, I put everythin' on hold an' decided to stop by."

He felt her here, but couldn't see her and she didn't respond to his call. Frowning, he moved through her home until he found her in the bedroom.

She seemed a bit... distant. She was sitting on her bed, looking down at her hands and not looking happy, at all. Frowning still, Tolaas moved over to the bed and sat down, taking one of her hands in his. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked her, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing it lovingly a few times. "Talk ta me, baby, ya look so sad..."

Mori had been so lost in thought that she hadn't heard Tolaas come in, looking up at him with tears in her eyes, she trembled lightly as he took her hand, pressing it to his lips. "I...have been keeping a big secret and I'm scared of losing you." She whispered hoarsely, shaking her head. "Before I tell you, I want to know that I love you, so much. And I thought what I was doing was out of love, but I can't hide it anymore." She paused, getting a Kleenex, she was not a pretty crier. "I...have a daughter, that's where I go when I'm not with you. I...got scared when you mentioned you didn't want kids." She replied quietly, bracing for yelling or even worse, out of reflex, not that she believed that Tolaas would actually hit her. @nytehavyn-circle

[egyptroyal]

rose 'rmt' tyler sees @nytehavyn-circle like this so now she wants a starter

"Hi." Rose knew she landed back in a familiar place - well, less place, more reality - but, not specifically the where. She hoped Earth considering she could still breathe.

If it's was the Earth with the time lords of violet exteriors, she would at least be fine being there. Considered that a second home truly.

"I'm Rose Tyler, d'you mind telling me what year this is? Sort of came to visit some friends though, it's was tad cold where I was. Got lost." She had noticed she dressed warmly than those that surrounded her at the moment. If they were human, she can always chalk it up to a ski trip.

Wouldn't be the first ien she encountered that looked human. Or what was it? Looked time lord.

[page-98]

Muse: Adelaide

"Enjoy your vacation"

That's what the memo Edward had telegraphed. Made her waste all the effort leaving her hotel to the location, paying for the message. Just to remind her to enjoy her vacation. A planned vacation in Portugal because he got a rumor that an old "associate" was now living here. She was to make sure it was in fact the same man who conned him out of millions of dollars. Then if it was to kill him with a certain gun.

A week and a half ago, he came to visit while she was still packing. The arrogance of the man, her employer, who killed her mother out of sheer jealousy. Still flaunted that he will always have leverage over her. Her emotions will always be mixed when it comes to him. He calmly strutted over, making idol chit-chat before revealing the real reason. He presented a small weapon case. He opened it and found a gold-plated, ivory, handle revolver. It was well crafted and customized. Then the story began. He picked up the gun and examined it, his piercing blue eyes, apparently remenicing.

"Jaime Santiago and I were once friends. He came to me, in his usually over-confidante manner. He needed to borrow ten million to start up this business. The deal was to lend him ten million and he would repay me 20 million. This gun, was precious to him, that I did believe. He gave it to me as equity, a loan. As a businessman myself and a good friend, I gave him six years to repay the loan. Then six years passed and he didn't want to pay...then months passed. The same BS that his business wasn't quite making it..then a few months later I've come to realize he had split his business into three and altogether they were worth well over 300 million," he paused placing the gun back in its custom casing.

He then picked up a bullet, it too was gold and she noticed there was some sort of engravement on it. On all the bullets that lay in the case. "And he couldn't pay a measly twenty mill," he seethed, disappointed and disgust apparent. "So I hired a contract on him," he said simply putting back the bullet. "He ran, he hid. He's been hiding for about twelve years now," he finished. He paused as he stared at her. She stared back unflinching. He leaned in closer and whispered. "I don't care how you do it, as long as you use this gun and put these bullets threw his head," Edward noted.

Now she was in Ribeira at a bustling cafe at night. She sipped on a latte and kept her eyes on the newspaper. She looked like a rich local who frequented the area. She didn't know Portuguese, she was studying the language in the meantime. She had to admit the views were nice. However, the views were nice everywhere she went. Edward was part of the High Table, they traveled to all the best locations the world had to offer. Though this....was supposed to be a grace period, a vacation. Yet here she was spying on a man in his late 50s buying drinks for anyone who would lend him an ear.

She watched as Jamie Santiago started to stumble off. Apparently a bit tipsy, a bit done. She began to tail him. The city was alive at night, with people partying late. Though she knew sooner or later there would be an opportunity. She kept her distance until he turned down a small alleyway. Just big enough for a small car to pass through. She quickened her pace as she put her hand in her purse. The gun was already loaded with the bullets with vindicta engraved on them. Santiago stopped as he tripped over a small pothole. Adelaide smirked as she neared pulling out the gun out of her purse.

@nytehavyn-circle

[thevisixnary]

Starter for @nytehavyn-circle.

"Don't go!" The last thing she saw as she activated her Time Suit was the face of her tearful friend, her hand reaching out to stop her. The Visionary could only look on, as once her suit was activated she couldn't stop the teleportation sequence, eyes wide with confusion and shock as Darkness enveloped her. Her friend's broken heart vanished from sight.

Her first jump through time with her newly built time suit was painful. Eyes closed for their protection, she could feel her body thrown and tossed around.

Then suddenly, just for a second, it stopped. Then her body was thrown into a wall. The wall cracked under the impact and her body fell to the floor with a thud. A small cry left her lips upon impact with the wall and again with the cement.

Her suit's shields absorbed most of the impact but the woman lay prone, breathing heavily. Her head spun. Slowly, she rolled onto her back and closed her eyes until the nausea settled. Slowly, she opened her eyes. People had gathered around to see the spectacle at the end of an urban alleyway. So, she got up onto wobbly legs and decided it was better to walk away. People murmured as she passed, but no one stopped her.

She kept walking until she got onto the main road where the shops were. People chatted happily, but as they passed they took glances at her. She looked down. It must've been her outfit. A single black jumpsuit with matching hiking boots made her stick out like a sore thumb.

She looked around. It was obvious by the clothes people wore it wasn't the year she intended to be in. She didn't expect to land in the year she wanted to on the maiden voyage of her suit, in fact, it would've been a miracle if she had, but still she found herself a tad disappointed.

She spotted an ATM in the distance. She walked towards it and making sure no one was looking, used what remained of her suit's power to hack into it and take out some money. She'd need a place to stay until she could get her suit's systems repaired and back online.

Question was: Where would she go for the night?

[timeguardians]

@nytehavyn-circle

Sober Jamie would have never deigned to lick the strangers hand. But here at the bar, amongst her military peers, she abandons all HOPE of proper decorum in the strictest order of having fun.

His reaction is encouraging to the drunk, who eagerly points back at a few of her compatriots as she too laughed. "We were playing truth or dare. My friends, they dared me to grab you and make out with you, or lick your hand. Figured licking your hand was the LEAST offensive of the plans."

"Hi Tolaas. I'm Private Jamie Rogers." She introduces herself with more poise and ease. "Someone else? Who beat me to the punch? Do I have to fight them? Or are they not as pretty as me?" Comes her spirited question.

Fangs? Her eyes lock upon them, more curious than anything. Was he a ---? Her eyes widen considerably and she can NOT help but stare.