Private A fine collection of stranger things.

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio

Location | Yalara

Tag | Darth Moskvin

Years.. Years years years! How long had it been since she had run into Moskvin? A black claw gently taps against a desk, her memories bringing her back long ago to the Malsheem. When she was but an apprentice under Darth Carnifex , the equally strange woman had been a visitor on that world of worlds. It was her who had taught Adeline the basics of Sith alchemy that day, resulting in many creations since then.. Chief among them being her precious bats that clung to their mother dearest.

A slight smile inches upward thanks to the memory, but she began to wonder what all the strange witch had been up to. They were never one for the bureaucratic and drama filled nature of Sith politics, Adeline herself only recently stepping outward from the shadows to assert her name.

Ah but such theatrics had no place here today, it would seem that today the academy was to expect a visitor!

As she stood up from her desk she couldn't help but find it amusing how time had managed to split the two, something you lose track of when it tends to not matter.

Whenever Moskvin would arrive, the tall darkened front doors of the academy would slowly open for its newest visitor. The dead trees all around would shake as swarms of bats flew up and swirled in front of the doors, dispersing as the figure of Adeline stepped forth, the shadows flowing behind the woman.

Adeline gives a formal curtsey to Moskvin before reaching an arm out so that one of her spawn could take a rest on it.

"Ah! Lady Moskvin! It has been a while... And for you to come all the way out her to visit little ole me, consider me charmed."

She tucks her arm in close, letting her creature skitter into her shadowy dress.

"It isn't often we get visitors here, I would hope it wasn't too big of a pain to find this place.. Mm, by chance my dear.. How did you learn about my school?"
















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[Darth Moskvin]

A FINE COLLECTION

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -

Antidote - Moonspell​

Location / Yalara
Gear / In Sig
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Resurrections between the undead outweigh the reunions of the living.

When news crawled slithering into my ears that the obsession of my black heart's location had been whispered in my direction, I nearly plucked the dead organ from my chest; feeding it to corpse beetles that were following me in joyous fashion. Then I squashed the bugs, I hate being followed.

"Archie, dress to impress! What? I doubt she'll remember you, but still, make an impression!"

I arrived; fowl perched upon my left shoulder, eating scraps of flesh between my index finger and thumb from my left hand. The academy was more than majestic, it was a nightmare borne from a child's dream turned dark, collectively haunting to my golden eyes. As the doors parted like rotting teeth falling from a poisoned maw, Archie chirped at the flying rodents skittering about. "You can have one," I said staring captivated by the dead, leafless trees; before these cold, murderous eyes fell upon Adeline Noctua .


"Charmed? Pfft....hexed I would say. If it wasn't for me yearning of your fate, I would remain cold and comfortable in my grave," my jaws dropping the words tonelessly as Archie landed on my shoulder, bat in his beak. "And it's impolite to make inquires of your guest, uninvited or not.

"Doubling to ask one how I stumbled upon this supernatural edifice, triple it considering the enigmatic coordinator standing before me surrounded by flying rodents."

"'Tis good to see you, barely. But one Kaila Irons did go through the trouble, so blame her."

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio

Location | Yalara

Tag | Darth Moskvin

She snaps a clawed finger, unamused by the antics of the bird.

"Unhand the little one, they serve me well."

As the doors fully opened she gestures for the woman to come inside.

"Oh?"

The woman smirks a bit, waiting for her guest to walk beside her as they entered the grand structure.

"Irons.. Why yes, she is indeed a student here. Funny how that all worked out, I cannot say myself that I have found a moment to rest."

The main hall was rather busy, novice occultists and bustling undead kept the place lively in a very ironic way.

"Not that I want to of course, the universe is mine to play with as I please.. It would be such a waste to not amuse myself till the last star dies."

She snaps her finger again, this time at someone else.

"Drinks to the garden, and escort anyone there somewhere else my dear."

The robbed figure bows their head before hurrying off.

"My fate.. I have been busy as you can see. My teachings and cults stem far and wide across the galaxy's underworlds, I quite enjoy every moment of it."

The woman snickers before gesturing for Moskvin to follow.




















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