FantasyChic

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

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Josephine Clark

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Location: The Museum
Skills: N/A

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It wasn't like Jo to break down. She had her share of hardships in the past, sure. Family passing away, losing out on a role she desperately wanted. All had been dealt with. However, she had very few friends here. She had no one here to guide her or help her. She had those she had only been recently acquainted with, but she wouldn't strive to call them friends. If anything, she was merely along for the ride as a matter of circumstance.

But Haakon. Haakon was different. He was sweet, if a bit naive, but he was solid. A man she could trust wasn't here just to get the scoop on her or to land her in bed. She had entertained both ideas, sure, but he was different. And now he was gone.

Jo tried her best to pick herself back up but was thankful for the hands that brought her to her feet. She looked at the Lord Major in a new light. Perhaps it was her finally showing true emotion. She nodded her thanks and sniffled some more before allowing herself to be led back upstairs and away from the gruesome sight. It wasn't the blood that worried her. Or the fact it was a dead body. But a body of a dear friend? She couldn't bear that. And now she was in Egypt on her own.

She would find out the truth. For his sake.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Allison Andrews

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Location: The Garage
{"You don't want to mess with me when I'm angry..."}

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Allison wasn't paying attention to everything else around her. She had a goal in mind. The woman, Cecily, had the virus and they had precious little time to get it and stop. Magneto would try whatever he could to stop them and they had Scarlet Witch and Richard to deal with too. Soon as the door opened, it started. Magneto had already started his metal onslaught, throwing things and nearly hitting Marygold. He managed to hit her on the head which disoriented her a bit.

Now she was pissed.

The others could handle Witch and Adder. She had her eyes set on Magneto and Cecily. She conjured what power she had as her eyes glowed pink again. She picked up some wooden crates near her (to avoid having to have a mental battle with the man) and threw them at him and Cecily. While the metal flying around Magneto deflected one of the crates from hitting her, she managed to get a good blow on metal man.

"That was for hitting me! Just wait until I get a hold on you for what you did to Oshea!" She inched forward, holding her hands to deflect whatever would come her way while the others handled themselves.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Lilith St. Sebastian

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Location: Cirque Anomaly
Interacting With: Fairfax, Folly, and Fellowship

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Lilith didn't fully understand the interaction with Fairfax and the angel woman, but it wasn't her place to understand. They needed to get information and find a way to use it to stop the world from being destroyed. Or enslaved. Or any combination thereof. However, Lilith didn't know what to look for. "How should I know? The spirit only mentioned looking in the library. I've also never been there so I don't know where to even go to get to the library. I just talk to spirits and throw knives. This is way out of my wheelhouse."

And truth be told, it was. She had dealt with more in the past couple hours than any other person dealt with in a lifetime and she was thrusted into this for no other reason than being in the wrong place at the wrong time. She seemed to have a knack for doing that.

Bronwyn Calliban

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Location: Washington D.C.
Interacting With: Those at OMEN Headquarters

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The man's words, while flirtatious in nature, rang hollow and Bronwyn was able to pick it up fairly easily. The man had seen his fair share of the supernatural. Humor in his words alone, but not his eyes. Bronwyn would pick his brain if she were able to, but she seemed to be called up. She hadn't expected to be put in the spotlight, but here it was. No one else knew of her until only a moment ago and now she was speaking in front of O.M.E.N.

She cleared her throat before she spoke, "My name is Bronwyn Calliban and I am a Druid. I've felt the disturbance from Hel for a fair amount of time now, but it is gradually getting worse. I don't have to tell you what would happen if Hel gets her way. However, she can be stopped. But it's hard. And dangerous. But then again, what we deal with is often dangerous."

Bronwyn proceeded to tell the crowd everything she knew about Hel. Everything she told Rupert before. Hopefully, they would be able to use it to stop Hel. She finished speaking, bid them thanks, and stepped down to make room for the next speaker. She hoped she did ok.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Finley Alestair

Location: Crime Scene

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Finley could feel her phone vibrate in her pocket, but she was curious as to what Jenna and this random dude were going to do. Especially Jenna after her freakout. Part of Finley wanted to continue in and patch things up, but her stubbornness won out. After all, Finley wasn't in the wrong, even if her view was misguided. You trusted friends. You trusted friends until the end. That was how friendship worked. The fact Jenna couldn't see this..

Suddenly, Finley's vision blurred and she nearly fainted. The vision was rough around the edges, but she could make out one prominent figure. Riley. She was alive! She didn't look good, but she was alive. She could just make out a male figure before he disappeared and the vision ended. Finley caught her breath and rushed back outside.

She took out her phone and read the text from Taylor and stifled a snort. Yeah, she DID find out some information. However, it was best not to do so over phone messages. So she quickly sent a text to both Taylor and Declan. Jenna would just have to be left out of this for now.

-"Found out key information. Riley is alive! Need to meet up ASAP, don't care where. Declan, that includes you, so figure things out quickly."

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Priya Khurana

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Location: Safehouse
Skills: N/A

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Priya had just sat down when Roy offered up the assortment of wings and spice levels. She had grown up with her parents giving her spicy food since she was a baby. It was practically tradition. So she helped herself to the spiciest offering, sure she would be able to handle it. Roy, on the other hand, seemed to be having a hard time as he started freaking out.

Priya held in a laughing fit as she watched Roy's eyes bug out. "And that is why you leave spice to the professionals." She bit into the wing and maintained her cool. It was spicy, sure, but she had hotter before. She looked over to Riley, curious if the girl would be able to handle the spiciness of the wings. Part of her wish she did so they could both laugh at Roy's expense.

Rise of the Evos

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

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^{Wednesday, August 15th - 10:00 AM | New York City, New York}

As Quinn's mind raced, a speeding car ran through a puddle, drenching the people near her. She managed to avoid the worst of it, thankfully. She kept moving to avoid a further accident. Still, her thoughts were racing over what just happened. Did she do that to herself? How was that possible?

Either way, she still had a job to do. Thankfully, she got in just in time. As she entered her workplace, she noticed the receptionist busy on the phones. She waved a small greeting to the girl before she walked over to the elevator and called it. It shot down quickly and she pushed the button for the lower levels. She took out her badge preemptively.

As she stepped out, she walked towards the lab door and swiped her card, entering it after it gave a resounding beep She walked into her office and took off her coat to get ready for the day.

The Unfortunate Thirteen

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Location: Unknown Underground Facility, Lab

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What did they do now? It was as good a question to ask as any and there were many factors to consider. They didn't know where they were, why they were there, and why they couldn't remember much of anything. Not only that, they were all numbered. 6 glanced down at her arm again at that thought. What the hell was going on?

First things first, they had a group of soldiers in front of them. What did they do with them? One of the girls had a smart idea to ask about a records room, but she doubted these soldiers knew about it. Still, it didn't hurt to ask. Before she could respond, 6 heard a voice distinctly male and turned to face it. Another around their age showed up. 6 had to put the thought that he was quite the cute guy away. He said he was medical though, how did he know this? She wasn't even sure what her role is, if any. But he had a number. He was one of them.

"We should find more information about this place and us. A records room would be best, but we may have to look for it ourselves. We should also properly arm ourselves in the event there are more looking for us. Best bet is to remain together." She didn't necessarily trust the lot of them, but safety in numbers (ha!).

Darke Magyk - A Magykal RP with a Medieval Feel

Surprise surprise, I put my interest forth. I believe I have my eye on the Port Witch Coven Leader

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Faith Masters

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Location: Ville au Camp - Main House (Sitting Room) -> Kitchen House
Skills: N/A

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Finally! If Faith had to spend one more minute in that room with these random people not doing anything, she would have choked someone. Probably the girl who smirked at her scolding. She looked like she could use a smack in the face. Faith followed the group, eyeing her surroundings and taking note of everything. If her life in Georgia taught her anything, it was to have a backup plan, plot things out, and kill or be killed. Since it seemed like all of these would apply here, she made a mental note in case things went south.

As they went outside to the Oak Tree, Faith wondered what the man meant by weapon practice. Would they be using standard weapons like guns? Or were they outdated here too, relying on old ones like swords and crossbows? Practice couldn't hurt, but then again, Faith questions what they would be fighting, if anything? What enemies did they now have? And what, exactly, was their job? These questions plagued her to the point she wanted to shout them out at any of the Emendators she saw. But she had a feeling it would be in vain. That they would merely smirk and say "Save your questions for the end!" One of the women with them asked questions in some ridiculous accent and she felt herself getting incredibly annoyed.

She could just punch someone.

The last stop was the Kitchen house. The fact they had a separate house just for the kitchen bothered her. Why couldn't they have the kitchen in the main house? Surely in this topsy-turvy time, they found themselves in could provide that? What, they didn't have an Emendator who's power was interior decorating? Didn't Evalyn mention someone who made their rooms? Couldn't they do something? God this was irritating. Still, she followed the others, biting her tongue to the point it was about to bleed. These questions would be answered soon.

They better be.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Tiffany Lyle and Jack Hudson

Location: Walking Towards Arnco Mills

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On that note, Tiffany sped along as quickly as possible. They needed to get to safety soon. It was still daylight out, thankfully, but it would be foolish to be out and about in unknown territory during the night. Tiffany kept up with Jack, for the most part, less he get away from her again and she needs to speed moonwalk over to him. However, as luck would have it, the ice made things hard and she found herself sinking a bit lower and nearly tripping.

She glanced down to see her foot stuck in mud caused by the ice. Worry spread across her face as she tried to lodge herself out. She managed to get it out with a good tug, mud caking her foot. It was better than being stuck. She looked over to Jack, giving him an "I'm all right" look before she stood up and continued to follow him.

Jack nodded, continuing to move - this time, northward. The ice was cracking beneath his feet, making a silent effort a bit impossible yet it didn't matter too much in the long run. They already had several walkers looking at them - they just needed to try their best to keep their distance at this point. He glanced behind him to make sure that Tiffany was alright, and in that second, something caught on his foot. He tumbled forward, narrowly managing to keep his balance. His arms flailed about in the air almost comically.

Tiffany worried when Jack nearly fell, but he was still up and moving. They continued North, hoping to be rid of the horde soon. She noticed Jack nearly fell when he looked at her. She didn't want to be the cause of any accidents so she did her best to keep up with him in the hopes the two of them could rely on each other in case things got dicey. Tiffany moved quickly and surprised herself at how quiet she was being. It was best not to alert more Walkers than necessary. If they stayed in the forest it would be ok, but they couldn't be here long. Who knew what awaited them inside?

As they kept on moving, Jack's mind wasn't as focused on the task at hand as it should have been. His mind had drifted to a place as dark and morose as it was cheerful, as his [a href="static0.srcdn.com/wp-content/uploads/…"]mother[/a] came to mind. In his nightmares, it was her in her final moments - as a walker. Yet this was so much worse. He remembered her on a chilly February day, out in the snow giving a tour to the latest influx of tourists to Boston. She was dressed in period garb, attempting to give them all the impression that it was 1776. He got his love of U.S. history from her - her passion inspired him.

Jack let out a sigh and kept on moving. They had to be getting close - right?

Tiffany could feel herself lagging behind Jack. The day was getting longer with everything going on. She felt tired, but she knew she couldn't stop. Not yet. She didn't want to hold Jack back. They had to be getting closer. She continued to trudge along, thankful that they hadn't encountered anything else yet. Hopefully they would get to Arnco soon, or at least find a spot to stop and rest, even for a few minutes.