The Fata Fantomă

❄️🗡️🥀 ~rp sideblog ~ for a resident evil OC

[therealjuliekirn]

✦ + ˚ ︙ ❝ I feel free when I see no one, and nobody knows my name❞ ☾ ✧

- God Knows I Tried

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"Julie Kirn (born October 14, 1988) is a German-born survivor, known in the Village of Shadows as fata fantomă (ghost girl in Romanian) for her habit of moving through its edges unseen and staying withdrawn. Having escaped a volatile young adulthood in the US only to survive a catastrophic plane crash in the wilderness, she exists at this point in her life as something between a woman and a shadow."

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° blog rules : basic blog etiquette applies here, send asks because I love answering questions, no limits

° there is so much lore for this character that I cannot fit it into one intro post.

° dni list : don't bother to harass me.

° ask replies under the tag #fatafantomaanswers

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"Ghosts take shape under moonlight, materialize in dreams. Shadows." - Ellen Hopkins

[moonsmemes]

Let's get rough : Prompts for manhandling and other rough situations

(Throat) - sender grabs reciever by their throat

(jaw) - sender takes hold of recievers jaw harshly

(wrist) - sender has hold of recievers wrist / wrists

(twist) - sender twists reciever's arms behind their back

(bind) - sender restrains reciever with item of choice

(pull) - sender pulls reciever roughly to them

(drag) - sender drags reciever to / away from something

(hair) - sender pulls or controls receiver by their hair

(pin) - sender pins reciever to the wall

(knife) - sender uses a knife against reciever as a threat

(nick) - sender nicks reciever with a knife

(push) - sender pushes reciever roughly

(eyes) - sender forces receiver to look at them

(neck) - sender grabs the back of reciever's neck

(smack) -sender slaps reciever

(grip) - sender grabs reciever by their shirt

(gag) - sender forces reciever to stay quiet (with hand or with a gag)

(strike) - sender hits reciever with their hand or other item

(kneel) - sender forces reciever to kneel

[miawasthere]

tumblr angels do not support ICE btw 🩷🪽

[darlingdemonic]

tumblr demons don't support ICE either ✨

[momoka-angelz]

tumblr fallen angels DOES not support ICE too

[cgsdraws]

vampires DO NOT SUPPORT ICE

[th3deadmanwalking]

Vultures DO NOT support ice.

[dinosaur-offical]

Dinosaurs DO NOT support ICE

[wolfdog-offical]

Wolfdogs DO NOT support ICE

[bugthehyena]

Hyenas DO NOT support ICE

[undercover-werewolf-k1d]

Werewolves DON'T support ICE.

[phantomofthemountain]

Tigers DO NOT support ICE

[seafoamwave]

Merfolk DO NOT support ICE

[liminal-therianthropy]

Unicorns DO NOT support ICE

[theemeralddragonking]

Dragons DO NOT support ICE

[awakened-void-deity]

Eldrich deities DO NOT support ICE

[man-offical]

men DO NOT support ICE ok?

[thehumblesmokedetector]

*smoke detectors DO NOT support ICE*

*BEEP BEEP!!*

[boiling-with-rage]

EUCLYDIANS DO NOT SUPPORT ICE !!!!

[defendsbadfictionalpeople]

Caribou do not support ICE!!

[dollybitezz]

Canines of any kind DO NOT support ICE

[purewhimsicality]

magical girls and plurals and jirais and menheras DO NOT support ice.

[rennylareddisonkennedy]

Renny & Reddison do NOT support ice or anything connected to it ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

[nothottopic]

Hedgehogs do not support ICE

[ethanwintersiscool]

Ethan Winters does not support ice

[karl-heisenberg-official]

Lord Heisenberg does not support ice

[therealjuliekirn]

Miss Julie Kirn does not support ice.

[therealjuliekirn]

Andrei was making his way back to his home from the village, stepping through the deep snow and forest. He carried a wicker basket covered with a cloth, filled with gifts and treats from one of the many elderly villagers.

He paused his walking upon hearing a noise coming from the woods next to him. He looked over and saw her, the Fata Fantomă. He’d seen her lurking around before, but only ever quick glimpses, as she always seemed to duck out of sight once she realized he’d noticed her. Though this time around, she didn’t seem to have seen him first. Andrei decided to take this chance to finally speak with her.

“Hello!” He warmly greeted, waving his free hand.

( — @andrei-morozov )

So sorry I didn't see this sooner my gosh.

Lost in the recesses of her mind as she usually is this time of day, Miss Kirn is suddenly startled out of her daydreaming when she hears a voice very close by. She quickly glances up at the one who just caught her attention- a young man with fluffy black hair, carrying a basket full of goods. A stranger, with more energy to him than anyone else she's met in this place thus far (besides her run-in with the Dimitrescu daughters). She'll admit she's noticed him a couple times before, but has been too shy to say hello. But this time she can't pretend she wasn't seen.

"-Oh hello," she says as she raises her hand in a slight wave as well. The small awkward smile on Julie's face makes it clear she's embarrassed of how she's avoided him before. Nevertheless, she decides to make an attempt at small talk despite the fact that there isn't really much to make light of between two strangers in a village full of death. It's worth a try anyways!

"What do you have there? Shopping spree at the Emporium?"

[andrei-morozov]

He paused for a moment, not having expected to get a response. He snapped out of his surprise quickly, though.

“No, just some gifts from the villagers,” His slavic accent dripped off his words, “Mainly pastries and such.”

[therealjuliekirn]

Now it was Julie's turn to pause. A combination of bitterness and pity passes over her wind-whipped features in a flash and she nods slowly, politely. She thinks to herself that it's just crazy how the villagers would give this person so many lovely treats when most of them barely have a coat on their own backs. Their blind kindness...

"I see. You must be special around here." She says, a statement instead of a question. Her own accent is pretty muted: years of staying in America have worn away most of her German, and now she barely speaks to anyone. That's why it's actually nice to meet someone that doesn't seem to be too terrified to hold a thought.

[andrei-morozov]

He noticed the slight change in her disposition and let out a quiet, almost nervous chuckle. “I suppose ‘special’ is a good way to put it. I run, er… service at their church.”

He knew he wasn’t exactly making a great case for himself, but he thought honesty would make a better impression rather than lying about his status or pretending he didn’t have some sort of privilege.

[therealjuliekirn]

"The church," she replies, her eyes lighting up at the word. The stranger's terrible lying doesn't even bother her. "The one in the graveyard? I love that little church. I go there all the time. Not to.. well. It's a neat hiding spot, isn't it."

Julie was about to let it slip that she doesn't ever go there to pray- only to study the portraits of the supposed "deities" with immense curiosity and a kind of longing she's never felt for anyone or anything else. A longing to understand, mostly. But that's a whole other conversation.

But there's no way for her to know if this person serves under Miranda or not, so she keeps her beliefs private for now and just changes the subject. "It's nice to meet you by the way. I don't think I caught your name."

[andrei-morozov]

“Ah, you’re right. Apologies for my poor manners. My name is Andrei, its nice to meet you as well.”

He bowed his head slightly as he spoke, before looking back up at her. Andrei had a feeling she was keeping the finer details close to her chest, but he didn’t press her.

“…And you?”

[therealjuliekirn]

Someone actually cares to know her name? That's new here. She feels a prick of anxiety in the back of her mind at the thought of telling this stranger but quickly shoos it away. It's only a first name. But in her other life she seemed to have everyone know everything, so it's just been nice to have a veil of anonymity.

"My name is Julie." She holds her hands clasped in front of her coat to preserve warmth, satchel slung over her shoulder full of goods raided from abandoned houses. "I happened to be on my way home. Just.. passing by."

[andrei-morozov]

“Julie,” He quietly repeated to himself, “…Well, it was very nice to meet you, Julie. Its great to have confirmation that you aren’t actually a ghost.”

He chuckled softly before glancing down at the basket of gifts in his hands for a moment. Andrei knew that he wouldn’t be eating what the villagers had given him, or at least not all of it. For him, it would be an empty, tasteless way to pass the time. He thought for a second, before looking back up at Julie.

“…Before you head back on your way, would you like some of what the villagers gave me? I surely won’t be able to finish all of these by myself before they go bad, so…” He gestured to the basket with his free hand.

[therealjuliekirn]

"Really! Well.. thank you." She says with a small smile, clearly surprised that a stranger she's been avoiding quite rudely would extend a kindness like that. A brief flicker of suspicion strikes her, but she shrugs it off. What is he gonna do, offer her poisoned tea cakes?

Julie takes one step closer and reaches into the woven basket to pick out a loaf of stollen. Her eyes sparkle with an almost childlike wonder; she hasn't seen one of those in a long, long time. The loaf stares right back at her in its transparent saran wrapping with so many memories of her life in her home country. Before everything was turned upside down and sideways.

".. I'll take this one." She mutters, hastily tucking the treat into her satchel. Where on earth did he find these things? Now she has a lot more questions about where this stranger Andrei has been.

(Stollen is a German Christmas bread with marzipan and raisins and powdered sugar ^^)

[karl-heisenberg-official]

*kisses you on the cheek again*

@therealjuliekirn

... you going to keep braking into my factory just for that? *he sighed* maybe you aint bad to keep around.

[therealjuliekirn]

*nods* mhm I am going to continue risking my life running past those Soldats until you realize I'm worth keeping around.

[karl-heisenberg-official]

Really now? Even if it means you might die.

[therealjuliekirn]

Aww well you wouldn't let that happen to me, now would you! :)))

[karl-heisenberg-official]

You ain't wrong. You far too sweet about things.

[therealjuliekirn]

Then you should have a sweet tooth.

Please don't kick me out this time

[karl-heisenberg-official]

*kisses you on the cheek again*

@therealjuliekirn

... you going to keep braking into my factory just for that? *he sighed* maybe you aint bad to keep around.

[therealjuliekirn]

*nods* mhm I am going to continue risking my life running past those Soldats until you realize I'm worth keeping around.

[karl-heisenberg-official]

Really now? Even if it means you might die.

[therealjuliekirn]

Aww well you wouldn't let that happen to me, now would you! :)))

[therealjuliekirn]

Andrei was making his way back to his home from the village, stepping through the deep snow and forest. He carried a wicker basket covered with a cloth, filled with gifts and treats from one of the many elderly villagers.

He paused his walking upon hearing a noise coming from the woods next to him. He looked over and saw her, the Fata Fantomă. He’d seen her lurking around before, but only ever quick glimpses, as she always seemed to duck out of sight once she realized he’d noticed her. Though this time around, she didn’t seem to have seen him first. Andrei decided to take this chance to finally speak with her.

“Hello!” He warmly greeted, waving his free hand.

( — @andrei-morozov )

So sorry I didn't see this sooner my gosh.

Lost in the recesses of her mind as she usually is this time of day, Miss Kirn is suddenly startled out of her daydreaming when she hears a voice very close by. She quickly glances up at the one who just caught her attention- a young man with fluffy black hair, carrying a basket full of goods. A stranger, with more energy to him than anyone else she's met in this place thus far (besides her run-in with the Dimitrescu daughters). She'll admit she's noticed him a couple times before, but has been too shy to say hello. But this time she can't pretend she wasn't seen.

"-Oh hello," she says as she raises her hand in a slight wave as well. The small awkward smile on Julie's face makes it clear she's embarrassed of how she's avoided him before. Nevertheless, she decides to make an attempt at small talk despite the fact that there isn't really much to make light of between two strangers in a village full of death. It's worth a try anyways!

"What do you have there? Shopping spree at the Emporium?"

[andrei-morozov]

He paused for a moment, not having expected to get a response. He snapped out of his surprise quickly, though.

“No, just some gifts from the villagers,” His slavic accent dripped off his words, “Mainly pastries and such.”

[therealjuliekirn]

Now it was Julie's turn to pause. A combination of bitterness and pity passes over her wind-whipped features in a flash and she nods slowly, politely. She thinks to herself that it's just crazy how the villagers would give this person so many lovely treats when most of them barely have a coat on their own backs. Their blind kindness...

"I see. You must be special around here." She says, a statement instead of a question. Her own accent is pretty muted: years of staying in America have worn away most of her German, and now she barely speaks to anyone. That's why it's actually nice to meet someone that doesn't seem to be too terrified to hold a thought.

[andrei-morozov]

He noticed the slight change in her disposition and let out a quiet, almost nervous chuckle. “I suppose ‘special’ is a good way to put it. I run, er… service at their church.”

He knew he wasn’t exactly making a great case for himself, but he thought honesty would make a better impression rather than lying about his status or pretending he didn’t have some sort of privilege.

[therealjuliekirn]

"The church," she replies, her eyes lighting up at the word. The stranger's terrible lying doesn't even bother her. "The one in the graveyard? I love that little church. I go there all the time. Not to.. well. It's a neat hiding spot, isn't it."

Julie was about to let it slip that she doesn't ever go there to pray- only to study the portraits of the supposed "deities" with immense curiosity and a kind of longing she's never felt for anyone or anything else. A longing to understand, mostly. But that's a whole other conversation.

But there's no way for her to know if this person serves under Miranda or not, so she keeps her beliefs private for now and just changes the subject. "It's nice to meet you by the way. I don't think I caught your name."

[andrei-morozov]

“Ah, you’re right. Apologies for my poor manners. My name is Andrei, its nice to meet you as well.”

He bowed his head slightly as he spoke, before looking back up at her. Andrei had a feeling she was keeping the finer details close to her chest, but he didn’t press her.

“…And you?”

[therealjuliekirn]

Someone actually cares to know her name? That's new here. She feels a prick of anxiety in the back of her mind at the thought of telling this stranger but quickly shoos it away. It's only a first name. But in her other life she seemed to have everyone know everything, so it's just been nice to have a veil of anonymity.

"My name is Julie." She holds her hands clasped in front of her coat to preserve warmth, satchel slung over her shoulder full of goods raided from abandoned houses. "I happened to be on my way home. Just.. passing by."

[therealjuliekirn]

Andrei was making his way back to his home from the village, stepping through the deep snow and forest. He carried a wicker basket covered with a cloth, filled with gifts and treats from one of the many elderly villagers.

He paused his walking upon hearing a noise coming from the woods next to him. He looked over and saw her, the Fata Fantomă. He’d seen her lurking around before, but only ever quick glimpses, as she always seemed to duck out of sight once she realized he’d noticed her. Though this time around, she didn’t seem to have seen him first. Andrei decided to take this chance to finally speak with her.

“Hello!” He warmly greeted, waving his free hand.

( — @andrei-morozov )

So sorry I didn't see this sooner my gosh.

Lost in the recesses of her mind as she usually is this time of day, Miss Kirn is suddenly startled out of her daydreaming when she hears a voice very close by. She quickly glances up at the one who just caught her attention- a young man with fluffy black hair, carrying a basket full of goods. A stranger, with more energy to him than anyone else she's met in this place thus far (besides her run-in with the Dimitrescu daughters). She'll admit she's noticed him a couple times before, but has been too shy to say hello. But this time she can't pretend she wasn't seen.

"-Oh hello," she says as she raises her hand in a slight wave as well. The small awkward smile on Julie's face makes it clear she's embarrassed of how she's avoided him before. Nevertheless, she decides to make an attempt at small talk despite the fact that there isn't really much to make light of between two strangers in a village full of death. It's worth a try anyways!

"What do you have there? Shopping spree at the Emporium?"

[andrei-morozov]

He paused for a moment, not having expected to get a response. He snapped out of his surprise quickly, though.

“No, just some gifts from the villagers,” His slavic accent dripped off his words, “Mainly pastries and such.”

[therealjuliekirn]

Now it was Julie's turn to pause. A combination of bitterness and pity passes over her wind-whipped features in a flash and she nods slowly, politely. She thinks to herself that it's just crazy how the villagers would give this person so many lovely treats when most of them barely have a coat on their own backs. Their blind kindness...

"I see. You must be special around here." She says, a statement instead of a question. Her own accent is pretty muted: years of staying in America have worn away most of her German, and now she barely speaks to anyone. That's why it's actually nice to meet someone that doesn't seem to be too terrified to hold a thought.

[andrei-morozov]

He noticed the slight change in her disposition and let out a quiet, almost nervous chuckle. “I suppose ‘special’ is a good way to put it. I run, er… service at their church.”

He knew he wasn’t exactly making a great case for himself, but he thought honesty would make a better impression rather than lying about his status or pretending he didn’t have some sort of privilege.

[therealjuliekirn]

"The church," she replies, her eyes lighting up at the word. The stranger's terrible lying doesn't even bother her. "The one in the graveyard? I love that little church. I go there all the time. Not to.. well. It's a neat hiding spot, isn't it."

Julie was about to let it slip that she doesn't ever go there to pray- only to study the portraits of the supposed "deities" with immense curiosity and a kind of longing she's never felt for anyone or anything else. A longing to understand, mostly. But that's a whole other conversation.

But there's no way for her to know if this person serves under Miranda or not, so she keeps her beliefs private for now and just changes the subject. "It's nice to meet you by the way. I don't think I caught your name."

[therealjuliekirn]

Andrei was making his way back to his home from the village, stepping through the deep snow and forest. He carried a wicker basket covered with a cloth, filled with gifts and treats from one of the many elderly villagers.

He paused his walking upon hearing a noise coming from the woods next to him. He looked over and saw her, the Fata Fantomă. He’d seen her lurking around before, but only ever quick glimpses, as she always seemed to duck out of sight once she realized he’d noticed her. Though this time around, she didn’t seem to have seen him first. Andrei decided to take this chance to finally speak with her.

“Hello!” He warmly greeted, waving his free hand.

( — @andrei-morozov )

So sorry I didn't see this sooner my gosh.

Lost in the recesses of her mind as she usually is this time of day, Miss Kirn is suddenly startled out of her daydreaming when she hears a voice very close by. She quickly glances up at the one who just caught her attention- a young man with fluffy black hair, carrying a basket full of goods. A stranger, with more energy to him than anyone else she's met in this place thus far (besides her run-in with the Dimitrescu daughters). She'll admit she's noticed him a couple times before, but has been too shy to say hello. But this time she can't pretend she wasn't seen.

"-Oh hello," she says as she raises her hand in a slight wave as well. The small awkward smile on Julie's face makes it clear she's embarrassed of how she's avoided him before. Nevertheless, she decides to make an attempt at small talk despite the fact that there isn't really much to make light of between two strangers in a village full of death. It's worth a try anyways!

"What do you have there? Shopping spree at the Emporium?"

[andrei-morozov]

He paused for a moment, not having expected to get a response. He snapped out of his surprise quickly, though.

“No, just some gifts from the villagers,” His slavic accent dripped off his words, “Mainly pastries and such.”

[therealjuliekirn]

Now it was Julie's turn to pause. A combination of bitterness and pity passes over her wind-whipped features in a flash and she nods slowly, politely. She thinks to herself that it's just crazy how the villagers would give this person so many lovely treats when most of them barely have a coat on their own backs. Their blind kindness...

"I see. You must be special around here." She says, a statement instead of a question. Her own accent is pretty muted: years of staying in America have worn away most of her German, and now she barely speaks to anyone. That's why it's actually nice to meet someone that doesn't seem to be too terrified to hold a thought.

[karl-heisenberg-official]

*kisses you on the cheek again*

@therealjuliekirn

... you going to keep braking into my factory just for that? *he sighed* maybe you aint bad to keep around.

[therealjuliekirn]

*nods* mhm I am going to continue risking my life running past those Soldats until you realize I'm worth keeping around.

[therealjuliekirn]

Andrei was making his way back to his home from the village, stepping through the deep snow and forest. He carried a wicker basket covered with a cloth, filled with gifts and treats from one of the many elderly villagers.

He paused his walking upon hearing a noise coming from the woods next to him. He looked over and saw her, the Fata Fantomă. He’d seen her lurking around before, but only ever quick glimpses, as she always seemed to duck out of sight once she realized he’d noticed her. Though this time around, she didn’t seem to have seen him first. Andrei decided to take this chance to finally speak with her.

“Hello!” He warmly greeted, waving his free hand.

( — @andrei-morozov )

So sorry I didn't see this sooner my gosh.

Lost in the recesses of her mind as she usually is this time of day, Miss Kirn is suddenly startled out of her daydreaming when she hears a voice very close by. She quickly glances up at the one who just caught her attention- a young man with fluffy black hair, carrying a basket full of goods. A stranger, with more energy to him than anyone else she's met in this place thus far (besides her run-in with the Dimitrescu daughters). She'll admit she's noticed him a couple times before, but has been too shy to say hello. But this time she can't pretend she wasn't seen.

"-Oh hello," she says as she raises her hand in a slight wave as well. The small awkward smile on Julie's face makes it clear she's embarrassed of how she's avoided him before. Nevertheless, she decides to make an attempt at small talk despite the fact that there isn't really much to make light of between two strangers in a village full of death. It's worth a try anyways!

"What do you have there? Shopping spree at the Emporium?"

[karl-heisenberg-official]

*gives you kiss on the cheek*

~ @therealjuliekirn

*he paused the project he was working on and turned twords you*

What was that for?

[therealjuliekirn]

*She stays standing where she is, totally unfazed.*

"You looked like you needed it."

[cathartidae]

ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.

[cathartidae]

ⓘ reblog to fuckign BITE your mutuals

[karl-heisenberg-official]

*There is a figure in the distance. Standing at the edge of the frost-lined bridge, motionless; just watching. The numerous structures and smokestacks topped with acrid puffs rising up into the seemingly eternal gray sky are captivating to her.*

~ @therealjuliekirn

*his eyes lingered before he head twords the figure. A smile propped on his face*

Do you need something?

[therealjuliekirn]

*Her eyes widen a bit as soon as she spots the lord himself heading her way. But she doesn't run off, what a cowardly move that would be.*

"Actually, yes."

*she raises an eyebrow, not expecting a smile from someone whose property she is nearly trespassing on*

"I lost my dagger.. my favorite one. Figured it would be worth a shot to look over here."

[karl-heisenberg-official]

A dagger you say? And searching all the way out here. How peculiar.

[therealjuliekirn]

*She throws out her hands in mild annoyance*

"Well it wasn't in any of the village houses, it wasn't in the church, and it wasn't with any of my things."

"Unless.. you suggest I look up in the castle over there instead."

*Julie says dryly, tone full of attitude.*

[karl-heisenberg-official]

Oh, no... I have a feeling if you entered that place you wouldn't leave alive. *he paused* yet, for it to be lost all the way out here is odd. Edge of property and all. Looks almost like you were snooping.

[therealjuliekirn]

Are you.. accusing me of snooping?

*she pretends to look offended, but an "oh shit" look briefly flashes across her pale features*

I just have heard rumors that lost metal objects usually end up over here.

*shrugs, her big coat making the gesture look a bit awkward*

[karl-heisenberg-official]

Sure, the rumors have merit. But do you really want to figure out how accurate they are?

[therealjuliekirn]

Well, lord.. Heisenberg,

*she says his name like she's tasting the word on her tongue for the first time, which she most likely is- and it tastes quite pleasant too.*

I really have nothing better to do.

[karl-heisenberg-official]

Really? Absolutely nothing, but come out here and waste both of our time?

[therealjuliekirn]

I would hardly call the chance to meet one of the great four Lords of the village a waste of time. My week has been made.

*she says this with some sarcasm and then does a little half assed bow of respect*

[karl-heisenberg-official]

*There is a figure in the distance. Standing at the edge of the frost-lined bridge, motionless; just watching. The numerous structures and smokestacks topped with acrid puffs rising up into the seemingly eternal gray sky are captivating to her.*

~ @therealjuliekirn

*his eyes lingered before he head twords the figure. A smile propped on his face*

Do you need something?

[therealjuliekirn]

*Her eyes widen a bit as soon as she spots the lord himself heading her way. But she doesn't run off, what a cowardly move that would be.*

"Actually, yes."

*she raises an eyebrow, not expecting a smile from someone whose property she is nearly trespassing on*

"I lost my dagger.. my favorite one. Figured it would be worth a shot to look over here."

[karl-heisenberg-official]

A dagger you say? And searching all the way out here. How peculiar.

[therealjuliekirn]

*She throws out her hands in mild annoyance*

"Well it wasn't in any of the village houses, it wasn't in the church, and it wasn't with any of my things."

"Unless.. you suggest I look up in the castle over there instead."

*Julie says dryly, tone full of attitude.*

[karl-heisenberg-official]

Oh, no... I have a feeling if you entered that place you wouldn't leave alive. *he paused* yet, for it to be lost all the way out here is odd. Edge of property and all. Looks almost like you were snooping.

[therealjuliekirn]

Are you.. accusing me of snooping?

*she pretends to look offended, but an "oh shit" look briefly flashes across her pale features*

I just have heard rumors that lost metal objects usually end up over here.

*shrugs, her big coat making the gesture look a bit awkward*

[karl-heisenberg-official]

Sure, the rumors have merit. But do you really want to figure out how accurate they are?

[therealjuliekirn]

Well, lord.. Heisenberg,

*she says his name like she's tasting the word on her tongue for the first time, which she most likely is- and it tastes quite pleasant too.*

I really have nothing better to do.

[karl-heisenberg-official]

*There is a figure in the distance. Standing at the edge of the frost-lined bridge, motionless; just watching. The numerous structures and smokestacks topped with acrid puffs rising up into the seemingly eternal gray sky are captivating to her.*

~ @therealjuliekirn

*his eyes lingered before he head twords the figure. A smile propped on his face*

Do you need something?

[therealjuliekirn]

*Her eyes widen a bit as soon as she spots the lord himself heading her way. But she doesn't run off, what a cowardly move that would be.*

"Actually, yes."

*she raises an eyebrow, not expecting a smile from someone whose property she is nearly trespassing on*

"I lost my dagger.. my favorite one. Figured it would be worth a shot to look over here."

[karl-heisenberg-official]

A dagger you say? And searching all the way out here. How peculiar.

[therealjuliekirn]

*She throws out her hands in mild annoyance*

"Well it wasn't in any of the village houses, it wasn't in the church, and it wasn't with any of my things."

"Unless.. you suggest I look up in the castle over there instead."

*Julie says dryly, tone full of attitude.*

[karl-heisenberg-official]

Oh, no... I have a feeling if you entered that place you wouldn't leave alive. *he paused* yet, for it to be lost all the way out here is odd. Edge of property and all. Looks almost like you were snooping.

[therealjuliekirn]

Are you.. accusing me of snooping?

*she pretends to look offended, but an "oh shit" look briefly flashes across her pale features*

I just have heard rumors that lost metal objects usually end up over here.

*shrugs, her big coat making the gesture look a bit awkward*

[karl-heisenberg-official]

*There is a figure in the distance. Standing at the edge of the frost-lined bridge, motionless; just watching. The numerous structures and smokestacks topped with acrid puffs rising up into the seemingly eternal gray sky are captivating to her.*

~ @therealjuliekirn

*his eyes lingered before he head twords the figure. A smile propped on his face*

Do you need something?

[therealjuliekirn]

*Her eyes widen a bit as soon as she spots the lord himself heading her way. But she doesn't run off, what a cowardly move that would be.*

"Actually, yes."

*she raises an eyebrow, not expecting a smile from someone whose property she is nearly trespassing on*

"I lost my dagger.. my favorite one. Figured it would be worth a shot to look over here."

[karl-heisenberg-official]

A dagger you say? And searching all the way out here. How peculiar.

[therealjuliekirn]

*She throws out her hands in mild annoyance*

"Well it wasn't in any of the village houses, it wasn't in the church, and it wasn't with any of my things."

"Unless.. you suggest I look up in the castle over there instead."

*Julie says dryly, tone full of attitude.*