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Gypsy Camp

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The largest gypsy clan this side of Terra, the [url=http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/the-multiverse/groups/the-mistwood-gypsy-clan ]Mistwood gypsy[/url] camp is a bustling place of activity and cheer. Though beneath the backdrop of color and prosperity lays something far more sinister. The Cursed Wood. Both superstitious and wary of strangers, these gypsy outcasts have long learned to take care of themselves.

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The largest gypsy clan this side of Terra, the Mistwood gypsy camp is a bustling place of activity and cheer. Though beneath the backdrop of color and prosperity lays something far more sinister. The Cursed Wood. Both superstitious and wary of strangers, these gypsy outcasts have long learned to take care of themselves.

However, outsiders often believe that this clan's deviations from their ancestral ways brought about their blight. Dubbed 'Cursed' by their compatriots, few other gypsy clans will mingle with the gypsies of Mistwood.

The Mistwood Gypsy Clan serves as a haven for other individuals of like mind. Outcasts of the gypsy people who have carved out a name for themselves despite their unorthodox ways.
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Gypsy Camp

The largest gypsy clan this side of Terra, the [url=http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/the-multiverse/groups/the-mistwood-gypsy-clan ]Mistwood gypsy[/url] camp is a bustling place of activity and cheer. Though beneath the backdrop of color and prosperity lays something far more sinister. The Cursed Wood. Both superstitious and wary of strangers, these gypsy outcasts have long learned to take care of themselves.

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Gypsy Camp is a part of Cursed Wood.

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Ciara Corrigan [20] Free spirited and rebellious, Ciara lives by her own rules.
Crystalline Sprite [1] This great rarity flickers and glimmers in the sunlight.
Kyre Syme [1] Winged, flying like a bat out of hell, without a care in the world
Manami M. [1]
PO-WD [0] A middle sized robot designed to mount and carry offense. He can take reasonable punishment, and can dish out rather large amounts of damage in return with ranged or close combat. Very chivalrous.
Kenji Tatsuya Shen-Ryu [0] "This is the life we chose."

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"Um, look, I'm going to be brief with you," Gabriella said, a voice that sounded worn from a life of too much smoking, though the distinct smell of smoke that usually accompanied such people was just not present. "There's been talk of a werewolf around here that's been causing trouble for the local people-" and some vampires, not that she cared about them, "-And I'm looking to bag it. Could you point me in the right direction?"

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The stares of the gypsies did not abate at Ciara's approach of Gabriella, and this fact did not go unnoticed by her.

“Forgive my kinsmen, they are understandably wary of strangers. The creature you speak of has taken two of our men in the past week alone, and there is far worse that prowls these woods,” she said.

“Walk with me?” she asked with a wave away from the camp, along the border of the woods. A pleasantly scenic view, if not for the darkness that lay just beyond. “Such talk is not for the children,” she explained.

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Gabriella offered only a shrug as she stepped in line with Ciara, content with walking next to her. "I don't blame you to be wary when you're getting attacked by wolves all the time. Lemme guess, the cops don't help you?"

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Gabriella snorted. "Sounds like no one gives a damn about you." She was a big advocate of 'society blows'. "Don't worry, I'll take care of your problem. You'll be able to sleep easy when I'm done." Her eyes dropped to the tracks, a frown on her face. "So close to the camp?"

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“Ciara Corrigan,” she replied. “Oh, and one more thing. The men from the camp say the wolf bears a collar. Whatever that might mean,” Ciara offered before she turned to depart for the camp.

She didn't offer the woman luck, but truth be told, she didn't really expect to see the woman again either way.

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Not far from the gypsy camp stood a young woman, staring into the wooded area beyond. At a distance, one could almost have mistaken her for an ethereal wraith, given her pale skin, white hair, and loosely fitted white dress. However, upon closer inspection it would be apparent that it was simply a woman, albeit a frail and lightly built one. Standing at only five foot, she was far from an imposing individual.

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Buoyant notes carried through the air, inky as the shadow which spilled before the man. Connected at the bare and dirty toe, the stain stretched across the earth like preview to his passing. The man kicked along his shadow to the plucks of a mandolin, eyes cast to the ground in front of him. Such textures he loved to experience, the soft tickle of the grass, or the cold grains of dirt. The earth itself inspired the music of the mandolin. Shoes dangled by the laces around his neck, for although he rarely wanted shoes, they did come in handy.

He had barely taken notice to the camp as he shuffled around the perimeter. An absentminded frown contorted his lips, curls astray. Absorbed in his music, he walked towards the woods, plucking away with a strum here or there. Up ahead stood a woman, who he wouldn't of noticed had she not been so... So white. His fingers danced up the neck of the mandolin, and he anchored himself with a rock backwards on his heels. Where exactly was he?

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The woman stood motionless, her eyes locked on the forest ahead. It was hard to say if she was aware of another approaching, so lost was she in her introspect. She looked lost almost, lost and confused, and yet intrigued at the same time.

What was it about this place that was so familiar to her? What lay beyond this border that filled her with such feelings of déjà vu.

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It wasn't the man, but rather, the instrument that finally broke Whisper's focus. She so very much missed music. Born a dancer, music was in her heart and soul, and nothing could change that.

“I'm sorry, if I'm intruding... but this place, what is it?” she asked finally. Her voice was low, introverted and hesitant.

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Parrying between two notes, he contemplated her words. This place? He knew not. Slipping again into a strum, he held it off on another pluck, flicking his eyes towards her shoulder. A peculiar expression came to rise on his face as a faint melody came to rise, falling into tempo with his feet as he took a couple more steps towards her. He wobbled a bit, stepping farther left than right, but did not cease to play when he stopped walking again.

"Intrude you don't," a smile and a strum, "Camp, surely?" he continued to pluck the song.

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Whisper blinked at the man. Was he drunk? His wobbling steps and disjointed speech left her wondering. She was here looking for answers, and she cast the wood a second glance, but the matter of the individual in front of her was a more immediate concern.

“Is everything ok?” she inquired carefully. She didn't want to insult the man, but he most certainly seemed a bit off. And coming from her, that was saying something.

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His strumming ceased, and he spoke in barely a whisper, "Is?"
Her words left him strangely grounded, standing in the silence. Blinking a couple of times, he glanced around him, clutching at the mandolin. Was there reason for everything to be anything but okay? He peered towards his toes, then back up at the woman.

"Yes?" Brows furrowed, he leaned to take a quick peer around her. He had come full circle on his walk, landing himself right back where he started, and hadn't even noticed until now. A soft hum resonated in his throat for but a moment, before his hands gently began to make music again.

"Is everything ok?" He mimicked her tone, smiling innocently and plucking a song he had learned upon his travels, called...was it furalees?

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The music was rapidly becoming a point of irritation for the woman. Was this some distraction sent to lure her away from her answers? Like a satyr in the dead of night? How easy it would be to lose herself in music and song and forget what she came here for.

She began gently massaging the bridge of her brow as if she had a headache, and it was rapidly becoming apparent that she seemed mildly distressed.

“I'm fine, I just... I think I'm looking for someone...” she explained. “Perhaps I should go.”

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"Hapse I be of asstance?" He strummed softly, bringing his thumb to rest on the thickest string. She seemed stressed, possibly confused, maybe irritated. What exactly she was he knew not, but he wished to help in any way that he could.

A twinkle popped into his eye, and the hum returned. Thup, thup, his foot tapped on the grass to the beat of the tune he hummed. He quite liked the sound of that, picking up the tune with his mandolin and ceasing to hum.
"Help find?"

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Whisper simply nodded briefly at his words. Acceptance of his offer to assist her perhaps? Though she offered little to aid him in this endeavor, and instead she simply moved to hug her arms around herself as if cold. However, the afternoon breeze held little chill to it, and it would seem that whatever ailed the frail woman was not of the body.

“Have you ever felt like you lost something, or are forgetting something, but you cannot remember what?” she asked after a moments pause.

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He nodded his head in return, a subtle bop of acknowledgement.

"Yes, of'n."

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“That is how I feel... how do I find something, that I don't remember losing?” she asked.

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“It is as you said, we have not touched it,” an elderly gypsy woman explained, as she offered a staff across to Whisper. The item had been carefully bound and tied securely in cloth.

Whisper took the item carefully, offering only a slight nod of her head and a soft, “Thank you.”

The cloth was slid away as her finger tips danced across the cool surface of the object. It gave her a sense of déjà vu but little more.

“Do you require anything else?” the elder woman asked.

Whisper gave a gentle shake of her head and the gypsy woman rested a comforting hand upon her shoulder momentarily before heading out of the back room of the small caravan.

For a time Whisper just sat there in silence, taking in her surroundings and listening to the hushed voices carrying to her from the other room. The carvan was far too enclosed for her to not overhear them. Though, perhaps they too realized that, for though she could hear them, they spoke in their native tongue, of which Whisper knew only a few words. However, of those few words, curse was one she was familiar with, and it was uttered frequently.

As the time droned on, the conversation died out and the participants disbanded until Whisper was left to her solitude and the silence that blanketed the caravan. And still she sat.

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The room grew darker as the moonlight outside was blotted out, and the whispers that danced across her mind caused Whisper to withdraw her hand as if burned. The abrupt start and stiffening of her body caused the staff to clatter to the floor at her feet.

It was a strange feeling that settled over her, a feeling of unease without a source. The whispered voices were so familiar... shadows, shadows that danced at the corners of your vision, whispering softly. Always there, always watching, but gone again when you turn to find them.

Bringing her hands up she rubbed at her temple lightly, trying to make sense of her disjointed thoughts. They didn't make any sense to her.

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It was several long moments before Whisper gathered her nerve to face her anxiety. Whatever the staff was, it was a link to her past. To find herself she needed to start at the beginning. At least that was what she had been told. Something about to know herself, she first needed to understand the paths she had traveled...

Reaching a hand down, she closed it around the staff firmly this time.

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Light shone down, the clouds parting as an off-yellow filtered through the air to where Whisper sat. It would be easy to mistake it for the moon once more, but it was not so. To say she was being watched was an understatement. The clouds would, however, close once more, yellow light vanishing. The whispering immediately took up once more, subtle and all around. "-the subject is fear. That's how-" the voices barely raised for a moment before dying down once again. There was the sound of dirt kicking up, someone skidding to a halt on the other side of the caravan, followed by rapid, fearful breathing.

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Aside from the subtle shift in the murkiness of the room, the light went largely unnoticed by Whisper. Such changes were easily accounted for by shifts in the clouds and the moonlight outdoors. Instead she closed her eyes and let her fingers play across the staff once more.

However, her concentration was disrupted by a spike of fear and anxiety that filled her thoughts. It wasn't her own though, no this came from another. Perhaps she should have been cautious, but the gypsies had met her with only kindness. Leaning the staff against the wall she rose to her feet and gently parted the curtain that separated the back area of the caravan from the rest.

The caravan had been abandoned, save for her. Forsaking caution further she carefully opened the front door of it and stepped outside. The fear was there in the back of her throat, but beneath it, her own emotions were calm, confused perhaps, but calm.

Closing the door quietly behind her, she hugged her arms around herself against the chill of the night air, her eyes casting about for the source of the her confusion. The gypsies had retired for the night though, and she found only silence, and darkness.

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Out in the open the fear would likely magnify, then at once dull, as if whoever it had been had just stepped inside the very caravan Whisper had just left. "-its a power that could give you exactly what-" the voice fluttered again from the staff. The sense of fear would magnify as rather literally just beyond the curtain a man was currently perched very much like a gargoyle, head leant forward to stare right at the back of Whisper's head.

They wore a mask, a mask of eyes, three of them staring forward.

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Whisper rubbed her arms lightly to ward against the chill. The steady presence of fear that fluttered at her mind didn't seem to be abating, or changing. Her empathy was largely proximity based and so the change in location was lost on her. She lacked the focus necessary to pinpoint its source.

Feeling mildly foolish for standing out in the cold, she opted to return inside. Perhaps the staff was the source, as it had been with the whispers, and there was no one out here at all. Opening the door, she found herself face to face with a mask.

Her heart all but leaped into her throat as she took a startled step back, a hand coming to her chest. “Good heavens, you frightened me,” she managed to utter as she tried to regain her composure. Though, it took only a moment more for the realization to dawn on her, that there was only one entrance into the caravan.

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The figure immediately jerked backwards, falling from the chair to the floor. They scrambled backwards until they met a wall, back pressed to it. Their nervous voice forced out a stutter of, "S-sorry." Their legs continued to kick as if desperate to get away from Whisper, sheer abject terror rippling through the heart of the man. He began to rise from his frantic leg-flailing.

A hand was offered out, though his entire body trembled, revealing more eyes across his knuckles and arms. In the peace between words his lips could be seen moving, mouthing out two words. Whispering. Watching.