Rebels & Mutineers is set in modern day New Orleans, Louisiana. R&M is fueled by player's plots and group input.
Supernatural people have always had their place in society, hidden in plain sight or locked away for their own protection. New Orleans, a haven for the strange and mysterious and a magnet for the supernatural.
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Post by Millicent Margrave Marcell on Mar 26, 2019 1:25:03 GMT
“Where the fuck are you?!” Margrave’s voice rang out as she looked around the battlefield. Draklings swarmed from the nest of their mother lashing out and biting with milk fangs. Any other day they would have been a nuisance but they never gathered in such numbers before. Margrave’s staff shone as healing magic swirled about her, working to keep her allies alive and in the fight. The paladin who was supposed to be aiding her was nowhere to be found. “Tak! I need someone to peel! Tak? Fuck!” Margrave could feel her blood boil as the armor-clad priest failed to respond. From the periphery of her vision, she watched as a young dragon bolstered the enemy lines, obliterating the men and women who had been holding them back.
No amount of white magic could have saved them nor the adventures who were now surrounded by the dragon spawn. With both options spelling death for her Margrave decided that she would much rather go down swinging than uselessly keep casting spells. Taking some with her was better than taking none. She turned her staff over, revealing a wicked barbed point and charged into the fray.
Blood soaked through her dirty gray robes as she slashed and parried her way toward her companions. She was only able to down four of the infantile dragons before their elder sister came to deal with the dark elf cleric.
Margrave groaned as the screen before her flashed red and the respawn counter began the painfully slow count down toward life. All around her avatars crumpled form she watched as wave after wave of minion tore into her party members and ravaged their hit points. The corner of her lip peeled back into a snarl as hours of preparation went down the shitter because their tank couldn’t follow her simple orders. This had been the last chance to clear the event boss and earn the legendary loot. The last chance for her to ninja the one of a kind dragon scale robe.
"Goddammit," Her hand shot out, slender fingers wrapping around the red and silver can of Red Bul. With more force than was necessary, she downed the last of the energy drink and smashed the bottom of it into the table before her. The patrons of the Quarter Cafe looked over their shoulders at the belligerent woman. Her shouts had taken over the small coffee shop and few had the courage to confront her about it. Her coworkers included. As she smoldered one patron worked up the nerve to confront her.
“You know, you’d be a lot prettier if you don’t swear so much.” The voice came from behind Margrave. She turned, her eyes shooting daggers. The boy behind her was familiar. A fellow attendee of Primrose Academy, school for the pompous and pretentious. She couldn’t recall his name but she’d seen him around often enough. She was sure that they had chemistry together with Ms. Rochester. She was also fairly certain that he had tried to ask her to some stupid dance a year ago. She’d never bothered to remember his name even after shooting him down. Margrave didn’t even bother to remove her headphones for the ensuing interaction.
“Probably,” Margrave growled the word.
“I know that you shot me down last time and the time before that,” Margrave’s eyebrows knitted together as she tried to remember the other time she’d been asked out, “but I was thinking that you'd wanna grab something to eat. Getting all riled up like that you probably worked up a pretty good appetite. We don’t have to eat here. I know a good place up the street. I’ll pay and everything.”
Much like her encounter online, Margrave saw something from the corner of her eye. At a nearby table, his friends were snickering as they waved him back over to him. All of a sudden Margave remembered the last time the boy had tried to ask her out. It was one of the few times she’d been stupid enough to attend a party at Prim. Memories of his drunk form dancing from woman to woman, pestering them to hang out and trying to ply them with money and drinks.
He didn't care who accepted his offer. He was gonna just keep trying until someone was dumb enough to take the bait. Persistence was admirable, not picking up the hint was irritating. Margrave's eyes darted from side to side, making note of who was watching and who was not. Using your powers in public was frowned upon especially for petty reason like scaring little boys.
Margrave wanted to make sure that this one learned to leave her the fuck alone.
The faintest of smiles crossed her freckled features as the girl adopted an uncharacteristically innocent look. Her eyelashes fluttered as she took a hold of the crumpled can, pretending to hide the growing smile. She made a show of pursing her lips together and delicately touching the edge of the can to them. The tinge of Red Bull touched her tongue as she exhaled slowly. As she did so the can in her grasps began the rapid decay into nothingness.
The boy gawked as the can vanished from existence, tendrils of black smoke rising up into the air. The sweet smile that had touched Margrave’s features had decayed with the smoke as well, her lips pressed into a hard thin line. Margrave wiped the stray bits of aluminum from her lip as she made direct eye contact with the boy. “Nope already ate,” she said turning her attention back toward her laptop. The boy opened his mouth to say something but clamped his mouth shut when he saw more trails of black smoke emanating from the woman.
“Sure, maybe another time then?”
“No,” Mar responded as she refocused on her virtual world. An invisible wind blew the miasma of specks towards the boy, their caustic traits biting his skin. Not enough to leave any lasting damage but enough that his skin would be irritated for several hours.
“Ouch, the fuck was that for?"
Margrave had been called worse.
“Accident, sorry I tend to have those a lot. Sometimes I get nervous and things just start to disintegrate .” She didn't even attempt to thinly veil to contempt in her voice as she locked eyes with the boy. She remembered his name now; River. A seedy twerp whose daddy was a district attorney in some shithole town. He liked to brag about how much his clothes cost and pretend to be the white knight. Of course, after he was done playing at prince charming he miraculously turned into a toad."You wouldn't want to stick around for another one."
"Wow, you're a bitch."
"Yep," Margrave nodded in affirmation as she adjusted her headphones and began the tedious process of collecting her buffs before setting out on another quest. She only had another hour and a half before her shift started and she wanted to make the best of her free time. Spending it talking with some fake fuck boy was not on her list of things to get done.
Her hint finally received River walked away, his four friends jumping up and following after him, their laughs ringing until the glassdoor shut behind them. Left once more in blissful solitude Margrave zoned in on her world beyond the screen.
At least there if someone was fake you could murder the shit out of them without any consequence.
"... Wonder if his lawyer dad could drum up a case if there was no body." she mused to herself, directing her virtual persona through the sprawling medieval metropolis.
[attr="class","urnotes"]enough ▲ @open ▲ Margrave: the military commander assigned to maintain the defense of one of the border provinces of the Holy Roman Empire
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[attr="class","urlyric"]inside i've been shaken, my sanity taken Our broken halves they intertwine from once was yours and once was mine I'm unbreakable
