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🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Colette de La Fontaine

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Location: The de La Fontaine Family Home, Manchester
Skills: None at this time

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Finally.

Colette stepped out of the carriage carefully. She didn't want her first step into her own adventure to be her falling. It took a bit to get this far. Her father was not an easy man to persuade (which made him good at his job, she supposed). However, after much persistence on her part, she made it to Manchester.

Despite recent events, Colette felt this was the best place for her. Not only was she among her own set, but the country provided a wealth of the unknown. There was only one slight setback.

"Je déteste ces choses..."

The portly woman stepped out shortly after Colette. Ida had been in her family for years. Some of her fondest childhood memories were with Ida in them. Ida may be complaining now, but Colette was confident Ida's thoughts were first and foremost about her safety. Ida was no weak old maid, she had seen much of the world in her time and was a trusted member of her family. Often times, Colette and her brother would sneak out of her watchful gaze to explore. Ida often let it known that she knew they would sneak off, but she never told her parents. For that, Colette knew Ida could be trusted.

However, Colette also wanted to do this on her own. If she had to have someone watching over her, it was better to have Ida along than some of the other stodgy staff that was left back at home.

"Ida, please. We are in England. We should be speaking more English." Ida scoffed, "Anglais? Bah, le français est la seule langue que je souhaite parler." Colette shook her head, but a slight smile crossed her lips. Ida shuffled over as the driver started taking her bags out to bring inside. Colette looked over at the house. It wasn't as big as she pictured, but then again the last time she was here was as a little girl, so everything was bigger then. It would do.

She could see the movement inside as the staff was still preparing for her arrival. "Ida, you can go inside and get set up. I'd like to be out here a bit longer." Ida looked as if she was about to protest, but she stepped back as if acknowledging it would be a bad idea. She curtsied and picked up her own bags and made way for the inside.

Colette wanted a moment to gather her thoughts. She was in a somewhat unknown place and was left to her own devices (though she was sure her father had more people here than just Ida to keep an eye on her). Either way, she wanted to write a letter to Leon as quickly as possible.

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Setting up at home wasn't as hard as she imagined. The staff made things go a lot quicker. Especially Ida, who went after anyone she came in contact with. She was truly a force to be reckoned with.

Colette hadn't been there for more than a day when the letter arrived. An invitation, of all things. Recent events led her to believe that not much would be done. And then she remembered she was dealing with members of the upper crust. What better way to get over the attack than to throw a party. To show that life moved on.

Either way, Colette was excited to attend. This was her first "adventure" after leaving home and she was going at it alone. She wore her best light blue dress with white design. She tied her hair up with a light blue ribbon. She took along the necessary precautions one needed for such an event, especially one after that attack.

The carriage ride was uneventful, save for the fact she was alone inside. Ida wanted to come along, but Colette managed to convince her to stay home. She wasn't too far away and Colette could handle herself should things get crazy. She was sure that if her father's spies weren't keeping watch, Ida had a few of her own.

The carriage stopped outside of a brilliant looking house. She was so used to the homes back in France, she barely had time to admire the English architecture style. The driver got off and opened the door for her and helped her step down. She nodded her approval and sent him on his way.

Colette walked towards the house. She wasn't sure if the eyes of the others were on her just yet, but one never showed weakness. She made her way across and to the door. She told whom she assumed was the help "Colette de La Fontaine." After, she stepped inside to greet the party head on.

Translations

"Je déteste ces choses..." = I hate these things....

"Anglais? Bah, le français est la seule langue que je souhaite parler." = English? Bah, French is the only language I wish to speak

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Josephine Clark

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Location: The Museum
Skills: None At This Time

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Josephine was in her own little world. She didn't register when the Lord Major entered and she couldn't have cared less. She was in heaven. Not only had she been recognized in this country, but she was recognized by probably one of the most handsome men she had ever laid eyes on. She bid Akhmed farewell, with the hopes of seeing him in the future when her attention finally hit on the Lord Major.

"Oh, Lord Major, wonderful to see you again." Josephine flittered about, walking on clouds. She had little interest in anything being talked about as she daydreamed about her upcoming conquest. She walked by Haakon with a knowing smile. She wanted to get this inventory detail done as soon as possible. She had important matters to get to, after all.

The Unfortunate Thirteen

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6

Location: Unknown Underground Facility, Lab

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6 hadn't looked at her arm until she noticed the others glance down. First, she looked at the boy who confirmed her sentiment that they remain silent and obedient. His number was 1. She looked and saw the 6 on hers. What did that mean? Why were they all numbered? Was 1 better than 6 or the other way around? Either way, she gave the boy with number 1 on his arm a comforting smile. He seemed to have a clear head, despite the circumstances.

6 could read the group and she knew they were getting antsy, but it would be stupid to try to fight now. Even if one of the guards screwed up and opened for attack, there were others who could control the situation. No, it was smart to play it safe, at least for now. Once they saw an opening, if they all fought back, it would be better odds.

The one guy, the leader of the group taking them she assumed, would pose the most trouble. She inched herself closer to him. Should any of the others try for an attack, she could reason with the man, or perhaps take him on herself. Either way, she had a feeling they weren't being led out to freedom.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Faith Masters

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Location:Library -> Front Porch
Skills: None At This Time

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Faith was a bit taken aback as she shook the woman's hand. How did she know her name? And then Faith remembered she was stuck in some time zone after being killed, so it wasn't that hard to believe some random woman knew her name. Faith returned the smile, but she was unsure about this woman. What did she mean? "Umm, I guess just Faith is fine. Miss Masters makes it sound so formal or that I'm in trouble and I don't believe I am....yet."

Faith looked around her at the outside of the building. She wanted to explore a bit more, but she didn't know if a group meeting would occur anytime soon. Maybe this woman could enlighten her? "Yes, my room seems fine. I..appreciate that, to be honest. This whole situation is fu....flippin' weird." She caught herself before she swore. For some reason, she felt she couldn't in front of this woman. "I wanted to ask, what else is there around here? I've only been inside this building, but what else is there? I didn't know if there would be a tour or not or if we were left to our own devices."

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Jacqueline Croix

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Location: Newhope - Lady Luck
Skills: None at this time

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Jackie merely shrugged at Fitz's question. For all she knew, this crazy lot did this every weekend. It had been a long time that she felt her heart race like this. She looked over at Captain Ballcruncher as she retorted. Her laughter was kind of infectious. So much so that Jackie herself started cackling. She hit the table a few times too. There was something about this woman that she liked. She didn't like ANYONE. She hated people. People were dumb. People did stupid things. People abandoned you...

But now she had come across not one, but two people she actually liked. The first was this lovable goof next to her that looked like he peed himself about 20 times. The other was this captain that just shot a gun at some girl's head and fired her, only to sit back down and start laughing. Jackie set her cards down before she looked the captain in the eyes. "Figured you'd like that. Had a feeling you could use a laugh. Now, not sure what all that was about, but it sounds like you got some free space on that ship of yours. I'm willing to throw my hat in the ring, if you need someone. Of course, your decision since I just witnessed what happens when someone assumes something of ya."

She put her arm around Fitz, drawing him closer to her "And my boy Fitz here. Now, I don't know nothin' about his engineering skills, but maybe he can prove himself? Either way, we're a package deal. Think of the fun!" Jackie didn't let her msile down, until she saw the random woman that came over walk over to the table.

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Mei Qiáo

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Location: Newhope - Lady Luck
Skills: Carouse

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Mei knew she was in a predicament. She let the man help the woman up as she stepped to the side. She would let them handle things. She knew the woman who shot her would be on top of her if she let her, even if her concern was towards the other woman. Mei put her gun back in to the holster.

She stepped forward as she heard laughter. Those at the table seemed to enjoy themselves. She saw the event, she saw the gun shot, she saw the woman who held the gun ad fired the poor girl. That had to be the captain. So she walked over to the table. Eyes on her, she said her peace.

"Hello. I imagine you may have heard about me, but if not I will tell you. I'm the one who snuck on board your ship." She heard the blonde woman cough a bit in surprise, before she continued. "Your men followed me, but couldn't find me, but they pursued vigilantly. I am a woman of honor first and foremost. I only snuck on board your Alliance vessel because I desired information. I am looking for someone. He's....a bad person. I come to ask for forgiveness," Mei said as she took to a knee and bowed her head, "though I know I am not deserving of it. If you have any information I seek, it would be of great help, otherwise I will surrender to whatever you desire." Mei knew she was putting herself in scope, but she had no other choice.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Priya Khurana

Location: Police Station 54

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Priya followed her partner out to the girl. She took the girl's hand and shook it firmly. "Detective Priya Khurana." That was all she would give the girl, until she proved otherwise. As far as she was concerned, the girl should go back home and do whatever it is she needed to do and let the detectives get on with their case. But, Roy wanted her along and she couldn't say no.

Well, she could, but she needed to watch this DVD and she had a feeling Roy wouldn't do so without Riley.

"Not gonna say no to free food. Where at?" She hoped it would be somewhere decent and not some typical greasy food diner, but she shouldn't expect much on a detective's salary. She waited for them to get ready before she followed. The sooner they ate, the sooner she could get back on this. She had a feeling this DVD would be a big part of the mystery and she wanted to see it. Desperately.

The Sunday Group

Of course real life comes first. Every time. Make sure all your affairs are in order. If this ends, it was fun while it lasted. If it picks back up, then great! Either way, I hope you and your family are ok and that all goes well.

Rise of the Evos

Q U I N N P E T E R S O N:

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^{Wednesday, August 15th - 9:04 AM | New York City, New York}

Quinn woke with a jolt, drenched in sweat. Another dream. No...nightmare was the word. What she saw, what she felt, in that instance scared her. It felt so real, like she was watching a movie screen. Like she could interact with it. She wanted to scream, to cry out at the girl. To let her know danger was there. She wanted to call the cops.

She wanted to scream, especially when the figure stared right back at her. Like he (was it a he? She couldn't tell) saw her.

She rolled out of bed. The covers were all but on the floor at this point. Whenever she had a nightmare, she tended to thrash in bed and wake up with nothing on her. She rarely remembered them, but when she did they were vivid. Bad. Real. She walked to her bathroom and leaned on the sink. She needed to steady herself. She looked in the mirror. She saw herself, but she saw something else. It was a passing vision. It was a man. Good-looking. Brown hair. It was only a moment, but she could make him out, albeit briefly.

She was startled. She was jumpy from the nightmare. She had to be seeing things. She needed coffee before the day started.

Walking into her "living room" (what passed for a living room. It was three rooms in one) and turned on the TV while she brewed some espresso. She grabbed her mug with the state of New York on it and the Statue of Liberty. It was ironic if you thought about it. Back home, there was the original York. Now, she lived in the new one.

She did it again. She called that place home. Even if it was where she grew up. It wasn't home. This was home now. It had to be.

She listened briefly as the TV played whatever news segment was on. She merely listened for weather and traffic so she knew which course to take to get to work. However, a segment caught her attention.

"-reports with her head split open. It is too early to say..."

Quinn ran to the TV and looked. The same woman from her nightmare was on the screen. Her smiling face in the photo to show the world what she looked like when her head was fully intact. She was real. It was real. What she saw was real.

What the hell was going on?

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"I dunno what to tell ya, sugar bear. I know I'm a gossip, but that's all the way back in Philly."

Miracle spoke over the phone. As Quinn made her way to the subway, she called her best friend. Miracle was a police dispatcher with New York's finest, but she was from Philadelphia. "My family didn't say anything to me so they didn't know the girl. Sorry, sweetie." Quinn expected this. She didn't think she would get anything, but she had to find out more. "It's ok Miracle. Thanks anyway." Before she could hang up, Miracle kept talking. "Now that we aren't talking about depressing things anymore, let's talk about fun stuff! What do we got planned tonight? I need to have fun! Matt is being a penis again." Miracle referred to her on-again, off-again boyfriend of four years. Quinn has urged her to keep it off, but Miracle keeps going back. "For the sex only" she says.

"I don't know. I got a lot going on.." she lied. Miracle picked up on that real quick. "You don't have diddly-shit, girl, and you and I both know it. You are the best in that lab and you can piece together faster than my nanna and her puzzles. Even if you had a full workload, once quitting time hits you get to leave, same as the others. Plus, pretty thing like you needs to get out there more. Find a nice man to cuddle with so you stop talking about depressing shit." Miracle was good at negging her, and sometimes she needed it. She didn't want to go out, but Miracle probably would keep bothering her untl she said yes. Quinn sighed, "Fine. Time and place?"

Miracle giggled like she won something. Which she did. "Let's say....Neon? Around 8 o'clock?" Neon was a new club, pretty popular. She wondered if they would get in and then she remembered she was talking to Miracle. Of course they would get in. "Fine, but you are buying the first round." Quinn hung up before Miracle could protest as she got on her train and headed for work.

Today was going to be a long day.

Strange New Waters - Concluded

Millicent Clarke

Location: ???

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As the tan woman called her that name, a wave of familiarity washed over her. Hecate? That name rang with her. It made her feel like she had been called that name before. That she had been called that name all her life. Was that the god who was with her now? The god that gave her the ability to throw bitchy witches across the room?

Millicent smiled.

She smiled after she threw the witch. She smiled as the blonde woman chewed her out. All she could do was smile because it was too funny. She started to laugh. It was a real laugh, also, not a fake one she served to drunk men to get them alone. Nor a scolding laugh that told the person "What you said was so stupid, I can only laugh." No, she found this entire situation funny.

After her small fit of laughter, she composed herself. "The flask chooses and the flask chose me. We all underwent that...trial I suppose we can call it and I succeeded. I took what was given, what I should have taken when that witch was distracted before she caused that destruction. It paid off in the end though."

She turned to the other women, "You want your bodies back. I will do what I can, but it seems it may not be up to just me." She turned back to the other woman, the woman no one else can see, "Am I able to give them back their moral bodies? Or is Hecate?"

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Finley Alestair

Location: Silver Mine

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Finley heard them out because they (seemingly) heard her out and since no one ran for the hills or called the authorities on her, she assumed they were cool with it. Or at least, tolerable. And sure enough, both Declan and Jenna believed her. She was thankful for that, because she knew in her position she wouldn't have believed herself. And that was put to the test when Declan and Jenna spilled their respective secrets out.

Jenna's was pretty easy to grasp right away. Was it so far a leap from seeing the future to seeing ghosts? Heck, it made Finley like Jenna more. How cool was that? Think of the graveyard parties they can do! Better place and time Finley...

Declan was another matter. A werewolf? Was it like the movies and TV shows where a full moon was required? At least the silver reaction made sense now. And she felt like an asshole for having him run inside. It wasn't like she knew, but it still made her feel like crap. Not only that, but she had other questions. What about Taylor? Did she know? Also it crept in to her mind and she regretted it as soon as it did. Wasn't the mayor killed in what seemed like a wolf attack? She hated herself for even thinking it. She had to say something though, the silence was getting to her. "So we got paranormal activity incarnate, Jean Grey from X-men, and a Twilight wolf. We're a messed up lot." Her attempt at humor aside, she rubbed her forehead. It was starting to hurt.

"Well, now that it's out in the open, we can move forward. First, we need to get you treated," she said to Declan, "And no, of course I wouldn't tell anyone, idiot. Regardless of what freaks we are, we are friends and friends don't screw each other over. But we need to be honest from this point onward. Speaking of which, I had visions I want to share. One was a murder that may or may not have happened already and the other involves our lovely officer friend being attacked in someone's house. I'd like to investigate both of those once Declan is better."